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summary: lloyd finger fucks you and does lewd things with a lollipop. (it’s filth. that’s really all you need to know.)
word count: 1505
warnings: lloyd hansen x fem!reader. slight exhibitionism. fingering. dirty talk. pussy slap or two. squirting. explicit acts with a lollipop. rough everything cause it’s lloyd. don’t do this IRL. no beta.
author’s note: another object insertion fic in the books! ✨ lloyd hansen has my heart, pussy and soul. ✨
♁ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ♁
You quietly slink into the golden command center unbeknownst to the bustling crew. Anxious faces pace around the room and stare at computer screens following Lloyd’s every whim as he barks out orders until his eyes zero in on you.
His features are hard after hours of grueling work but they slightly soften as you make your way over to him. It’d only been 6 hours since you last saw him. Stuck in a corner of the historic stone building for safety while Lloyd and his men worked.
Gathering you flowing skirt you curl into his lap like a cat and weave your arms around his svelte shoulders. The soft buzz of his undercut grazes your cheek and memories of the night before flood your mind…
I realized I have about 7 1/2 chapters finished (and beta'd, what) of a Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers thing, so I'm probably going to post that next unless another mood strikes. I'm trying to keep from starting a bunch of projects and then just never finishing them. 😉
But kind of a lot of stuff has happened really rapidly lately so it might take me a few weeks, idk. None of it happened to me, directly, but shit's going down with my people and it's upsetting. Hopefully, I can slap my brain into working order at some point, though.
Every year, you and your best friend head to her parent's beach house for three weeks of summer fun. This year, there's a new neighbor.
Pairings: Ari Levinson x female reader
Media: The Red Sea Diving Resort
Warnings: Ari Levinson is a warning in and of himself, blatant objectification, awkwardness, no filter, manhandling, oral sex (m and f rec), unprotected sex (honestly, don't do that), squirting, fluff, don't trip on that second sentence, not beta'd
Word Count: 3,827
Notes: Omg, I done it! It only took me months more than it should have. 🙄 I feel like this could be a fluffy little series about the three week vacation or even later but I don't know. I guess it depends on if anybody likes it. 💕
Read it on AO3.
The beach house had become a tradition. Every summer since the two of you had met at orientation your Freshman year of undergrad found the two of you sharing your best friend's parents' summer home that lay on the coast within sight and walking distance of the water.
You took a deep breath, smelling coffee from the machine you'd just turned on and clean ocean from the open window. It was a bright, beautiful day and the first of your three-week vacation. When the coffee finished, you poured yourself a cup and doctored it to your liking before stepping out onto the front porch.
There were voices in the next yard. Nobody had ever been in residence the entire time you'd been coming here but you remembered Melanie's dad mentioning it had been sold recently. Trying to hide how nosey you were, you hid behind one of the porch pillars while peering over at the two men standing in the grass.
"Oh, my God," you breathed, eyes helplessly locked on the demigod in short swim trunks talking to another neighbor who'd been on his morning run. "Oh, my God, what is going on?" Your numb fingers tightened on your coffee mug in an attempt not to drop it, every other possible bit of brain-power draining somewhat south. "What is happening?"
He was gorgeous. He was beyond gorgeous, the word didn't even do him justice. From the top of his head crowned with pretty, silky hair that just begged your fingers to run through it to the tips of his toes which were strong and well-formed--and what the fuck, you noticed toes now? From this far away? What kind of useless--?
The screen door opened with a mild screech behind you and Melanie stepped out onto the porch.
"Help," you whimpered, eyes taking another leisurely stroll down your new neighbor's perfect body. Sun-kissed skin and rounded, soft-edged muscles, all tucked into a broad, tight package that screamed strength. A smattering of hair over his chest and belly. And what a belly. You could write sonnets to those abs. You wanted to press your face into his skin and chew. And his thighs. You'd do some terrible, horrible things to have those thighs choke you to death. "Oh, God, Mel, please help."
"Honey? What’s the matter?" she asked, immediately concerned.
"He's so pretty, Mel. He is so pretty, I am going to die. Please help, it's been like five minutes and I can't look away and he's going to catch--" You whipped your head toward her with a yowl when she pinched your side, body flinching the opposite direction. You missed the way Gorgeous And Godlike turned toward the sound, blue eyes narrowing. "Ow! What the fu--why are you such an awful person?!"
She was laughing at you while she calmly sipped her coffee. "What? I helped! You're not staring at him like a crazed stalker anymore." She giggled into her cup before getting herself together.
"I hate you," you told her sincerely, finally remembering your own coffee, grateful you hadn’t spilled it all over yourself. "So much."
Melanie tsked and shook her head. "Well, that's rude. Better find your manners, he's heading this way." You choked on the warm liquid, sputtering and coughing as she cackled beside you.
"Ladies...everything all right here?" His voice was deep and friendly and things tingled when you heard it. "Need any CPR?"
Melanie slapped your back hard enough to break your paralysis and you cleared your throat. "Hi! Uh. Yeah, we're good. I just sometimes forget I'm still not a mermaid." You cringed internally, absently wondering where your brain-to-mouth filter had gone. "No...uh. No CPR necessary," you told him, eyes widening because you knew it was coming and for the love of all that was holy, you could not stop it. "Unless you just wanna practice?"
His eyes were very pretty, an ocean blue with a beautiful little sparkle that was still there even when he was blinking at you in surprise. You could feel flames coming from your cheeks and you winced, helplessly blinking back at him.
Melanie cackled again, sounding more like an evil witch than your best friend. "Oh, I see you two are gonna get along great. I'm Melanie, she's Y/N."
He smiled at her--a very nice smile--then went right back to staring at you. "Nice to meet you, I'm Ari. I just moved in next door."
"Oh, we know," Mel snickered and danced out of the way of your blind smack. "I have to go inside and do something else now, you two enjoy."
The screen shrieked closed and silence descended upon the porch. Ari was still down on the grass, looking up at you. You fiddled with your mug, looking away because now your body decided to be shy. "Um. So. Just moved in, huh?" You cringed even as you were saying it, throwing him a desperately apologetic glance.
He smirked at you easily, not seeming put off at all. "Yeah. Didn't bring a lot with me, though, so unpacking is already all done."
"That...that's good," you mumbled, shifting from foot to foot and trying to keep from ogling him again. No. Up, up, stay on his face! Bad eyes, no cookie. "Unpacking's the worst."
"Sure is." He grinned up at you and you felt your breath stop; he was too pretty to be allowed. "Want to come and see the house?"
"Yes, yes, I do, thank you," you blurted, abandoning your coffee on the porch railing as you flew down the stairs. He laughed and caught your hand, leading you over.
His hand was huge, fingers calloused but not painfully rough. Up close, he smelled like citrusy bergamot, floral neroli, and earthy musk, overlaid with clean, salty seawater. His skin was warm, blood hot against your perpetually cool fingers and you squeezed unconsciously. He saved you from burgeoning embarrassment by squeezing back.
All of the houses in the area were custom-built, not a single one exactly like another. Where Melanie's parents' house had a distinct Cape Cod bent to it, Ari’s was ultra-modern, looking like various-sized boxes stuck together, some glass, some entirely enclosed in metal siding with windows. The downstairs looked like several rooms from the outside but when you followed him in, you saw one huge space with an open kitchen, a dining area, an entertainment area, and an area that looked like it might be a library someday.
You looked around with lifted eyebrows. The light was, frankly, amazing in there; any wall that was plaster was covered in framed art, otherwise, it was all glass. The view of the beach was gorgeous, especially from the dining table. The stairs came down in the middle of the room and there was art on the outside of them, too, no space wasted.
The kitchen was a chef's dream. You didn't even cook that much but found yourself salivating at the extended island, the commercial reach-ins for the refrigerator and freezer, and the Viking range. You paused and whispered, "It has a grill," in awed tones and Ari chuckled softly, right behind you. You didn't turn, not exactly surprised at his proximity. Instead, you leaned forward to touch the water spigot against the wall, arching your back a little and pushing your ass out. You didn't quite touch him, it was more an invitation than anything else. You were close enough to feel his body heat against your thighs and through your shorts, though.
"You like to cook?" you asked, struggling to keep your voice steady.
Ari took the invitation and ran with it, pressing his groin against your ass, hands on your hips. "I do when I get the time." His voice was deeper than it had been outside and he was obviously glad to be where he was, pressing hard and hot between your cheeks.
You braced your hands on the edge of the stove, eyes half-closing, your tongue automatically licking your lips. If he was as big as you thought he was… "Don't get the time often?" you asked, unable to keep from sounding anything except breathy.
His hands wandered up your sides and he pulled you back to stand straight, then further to lean back against his glorious chest. He was a wash of delicious heat from your shoulders to your thighs. You shuddered, basking in it as his scent enveloped you in bright citrus, orange blossoms, and that deep, musky note that made you feel like you'd had a little too much to drink, even though it was only 8 something in the morning and you'd only had coffee. "Not as often as I'd like," he murmured, right in your ear, proving that you didn't care what he said, you only cared about his voice, as goosebumps ran down your arms.
You gave an honest-to-God whimper and then pretended you hadn't. "Shame," you whispered, shivering.
"Would you like a tour of the upstairs?"
"Yes, yes, please, I would," you answered in a rush. You grabbed his hand and headed for the stairs, towing him behind you as he laughed, warm and deep. You led him up his own staircase, then stopped in the upper hallway, uncertain which room was the master.
He scooped you up into his arms bridal style like you weighed nothing, causing you to squeal in surprise and loop your arms around his neck. He laughed as he headed for the last door on the right. "This way, sweetness." You hid your face against his neck and grinned at the nickname.
He gave you a little toss onto the bed and you landed with a bounce, giggling as you pulled your top over your head. Ari tugged your shorts over your hips and down your legs, leaving you in your cute little sunshine yellow bikini. He raised his eyebrows at you and you shrugged, stretching into an arch, arms above your head. "We always end up at the beach."
The bikini was held on with strings that tied into cute little bows. "I can appreciate that," he murmured. "Let me get a condom."
You extended a leg to stop him with your foot on his hip. "I'm clean, tested last week for this vacation, and I'm on birth control."
He met your eyes, that beautiful blue gazing at you like you just saved the world. "I'm clean, too," he offered, voice a little rougher. "You sure, beautiful?"
You smiled at him, warmth spreading through your chest. "Yeah, I'm sure. Nobody's called me beautiful. I like that."
"Yeah?" He crawled into the bed, hovering over you, caging you in. "You must be with some stupid people because you are gorgeous." His fingers touched your hair, his eyes staring into yours with an intensity that made you squirm.
His fingers tugged at the bows that kept the bikini top on, pulling the yellow fabric away from your chest. His eyes flicked down to it and stayed there. Big, warm hands pushed you flat on your back before they cupped your tits reverently. He squeezed them a little, pushing them together, then looked back up at you. Keeping eye contact, he leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
His tongue swirled around it and you arched, breathing out on a sigh. He moved from breast to breast, sucking and licking your nipples, biting the soft flesh around them, too. A sharp little nip made you gasp and jerk and he licked the spot in apology, looking back up at you.
He crawled higher up your body to kiss you, hips getting between your thighs, one hand leaning his weight on the bed near your head. His kisses just confirmed the sex god status you'd suspected and you squirmed under him, just to feel all the places where his weight was leaning into you. He kissed away from your mouth, down to your jaw, then your throat. Exploration found that sweet spot you had just behind your jaw and below your ear. Shivers spilled down your spine as pathetic little needy sounds escaped your mouth and your hands came up to clasp at his back, fingers digging into his lats. He smiled against your skin before he sucked gently at the area again.
You lifted your hips with a little cry, trying to rub against him for friction. He made a pleased sound but started back down your body. His hands came to your hips to hold them still as he went back to worshiping your chest. Slow kisses moved further downward, over your tummy as he slipped off the bed to the floor. His hands got busy, tugging the strings to your bikini bottom until the bows unraveled and he could tug the scrap of fabric out from under you, tossing it aside.
Ari on his knees between your legs was a revelation. You couldn't help but stare as he kissed down along your hip, then across your pelvis. He reached up to push his hair back, one eye looking up at you. You sucked in a breath, getting wound tighter and tighter as he approached your pussy. He flashed you a smile as he pressed a sweet little kiss on your mound.
He hugged one thigh to him and pushed the other out to open you up. He kissed along the outer lips of your pussy, then nipped along the inside of your thighs, ratcheting the tension higher. When his tongue finally touched the slick valley between your thighs your head fell back against the bed with a little moan. He gave it a wet, open-mouthed kiss that let him explore from your opening upward, then settled on your clit.
He stared up at you, tongue lapping and swirling, flickering back and forth over the little bundle of nerves. He closed his lips over it and sucked and your head fell back again, arms above it in complete surrender. All the little noises he coaxed out of you got louder and more intense as he worked. Your hips jerked and he gripped them gently, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.
He pulled back a bit and spit on your folds, fingers rubbing it against your clit and you squirmed, giving a strangled little sound. His hands pushed your thighs back and flat, going back to sucking and licking at you like it was his damn job.
Once he was sure you'd keep your legs open he reached up with one hand to slip his fingers into your mouth and you mimicked his rhythm around the tips with your tongue. When he took them back he played with a nipple, slick digits stroking feather-light before he pinched and rolled it between them and his thumb.
His other hand moved between your legs, a finger slipping inside you easily. He moved in and out, slowly at first, then faster, adding another and canting them up to catch your G spot. You couldn't help the sound that came out of your mouth then, hands slapping down on either side of your body to curl in the duvet. You kept lifting your head so you could watch, but then he'd send electricity shooting up your spine and it would fall back again.
He sped up, fingering you fast and hard enough to get your tits rocking a little. He licked and sucked at you like a fiend and you writhed under him as your orgasm crashed over you, loud little cries of his name spilling from your mouth like a melisma.
He eased up, then pulled back entirely, wiping his mouth and beard with his hand, both wet with your juices. Standing, he pushed his swim shorts down over his hips and lower. His dick sprang out and slapped his stomach and your mouth practically watered. Long and thick with a cut head that was wet with precum. He had no tan lines, all the same shade of golden bronze the sun had made him. You sat up happily and maneuvered onto your hands and knees at the edge of the bed. He put his hand on the back of your head as you took him into the warm cave of your mouth, just resting, not restraining you.
The weight of him on your tongue made you groan and you bobbed your head to take as much of him as was comfortable, hands coming up to stroke the rest of him and play with his balls at the same time. Precum leaked over your tongue and you swallowed while making a happy sound. He chuckled softly and pet your hair, curving his big hand over the contour of your head affectionately. "Yeah? Good?"
You looked up at him and deliberately made your eyes wide and innocent, watching it hit him like a blow to the head, his face going slack with lust and a deep groan coming from his chest. You managed a muffled, "Mm-hmm," and then really went to work. Each dip of your head took more and more of him in, little choking sounds escaping your lips as you got him to the edge of your throat. He gathered your hair into a ponytail, holding it for you without forcing your head down or changing your pace. Saliva overflowed your lips and you used it to slick the rest of his cock and even down to his balls. Every now and then, you'd pull back and spit on him, rubbing it along his length, until your hands on him almost felt as wet as your mouth.
You knew your limits and you took him there, just edging down into your actual esophagus with the tip and no further. The urge to choke tapped insistently at the back of your awareness, along with the contractions of your stomach muscles. Your gag reflex wasn't particularly sensitive but Ari was a little bit bigger than your experience allowed. You pulled back with a gasp, blinking tears from your vision that spilled down your cheeks.
"Shit, beautiful," Ari murmured and used his hold on you to drag you up into a kiss, heedless of the mess your face was at the moment. "Gotta stop that for now or this'll be over before I want it to be."
You laughed and wiped the drool off your face with the back of your arm. Ari used his thumbs to gently brush away your tears, smiling at you. "Wanna go for a ride?" When you nodded he climbed on the bed, then manhandled you on top of him, clearly enjoying the squeak that produced.
You sat up straighter and bore down on him as he sank inside you. He was thicker than anyone you'd ever taken and it burned a little in the best way possible. You braced your hands on his glorious chest and started rolling your hips in a sinuous undulation that shifted him back and forth inside you. You lifted up and went back down on every back sway, aiming for and finding the spot way up near your cervix that nobody ever seemed to hit.
He stared up at you the whole time, his hands wandering your body and occasionally gripping your hips but letting you be in charge. His cheeks were flushed and that just made his blue eyes that much brighter. You whimpered and mewled through it with zero concept of pride, not caring how pathetic and cockdrunk you sounded as long as that end shimmering in the distance found you.
The closer it got, the faster your hips went until you were writhing on top of him. He curled those big hands around the back and sides of your head, bringing you down to touch foreheads. It was the most intense eye contact you'd ever experienced period, let alone during sex. "You gonna come?" he asked, voice quiet.
"Uh-huh."
"Yeah? Gonna soak my dick, sweetheart?"
"Uh-huh, yes, please, please…" You couldn't help begging, eyelids fluttering as your eyes rolled back in your head. The orgasm drew up high to tower over you before crashing down like a tsunami, leaving you to shout your way through it, hips losing all rhythm.
Ari cursed and grabbed them hard enough that you knew you'd have some marks the next day. The idea made you warm and squirmy inside. He held you still and planted his feet on the mattress, jackhammering up into you hard and fast.
You cried out as you felt another swell rising in the distance before your first orgasm had even finished. You closed your eyes against the bright blue of his, the potency of his gaze threatening to catapult you into that second climax too soon.
"Oh, my God!"
He watched you, laser-focused on every microexpression. You shook your head, not exactly sure what you were denying but Ari seemed to know, nodding in counterpoint. "Come on, honey, you can give me one more."
You whined and squeezed him tight in automatic reaction but shook your head again.
"Oh, I think you can," he practically purred. "Come on, gimme just one more, there's my sweet girl, cum for me."
You whimpered his name, eyelashes wet with tears as you shook apart on top of him, fluid gushing out of you in one of the most intense orgasms you'd ever experienced. He let out an actual growl and thrust up into you faster, losing his rhythm as he chased his end. He dragged you down and shoved up into you, holding you there as he came, staring up at you, mouth open as he panted.
You both hung in the moment, suspended in bliss before you collapsed down against his chest like a fallen tree. "Oh, my God," you repeated, face buried against his neck.
He laughed a little, breathless, and nodded in agreement, hands running up and down your back, warm and soothing. After long moments of afterglow, Ari asked, "How long is your vacation?"
"Three weeks," you murmured sleepily, fingers toying with a lock of his hair. It was just as silky as you'd imagined it to be and you made a mental note to check out what conditioner he used before you left.
"Hmm. Three weeks. That's a long time. Need company?"
You pushed yourself up to see his face, smiling slowly. "Why? You offering?"
He grinned up at you and it was like the sun shining, bright and happy. "I'm offering." He kissed your forehead. "Asking." The tip of your nose. "Begging." The corner of your mouth. You giggled and he squeezed around your middle in a hug.
You gave him a sweet, closed-mouth kiss, letting your eyes close as you lingered. "I think we could work something out. Wouldn't want you to be lonely."
He chuckled and drew you back down into a kiss that was much less chaste than the one before, settling in for a lazy makeout session. After all, the day was just getting started.
Every year, you and your best friend head to her parent's beach house for three weeks of summer fun. This year, there's a new neighbor.
Pairings: Ari Levinson x female reader
Media: The Red Sea Diving Resort
Warnings: Ari Levinson is a warning in and of himself, blatant objectification, awkwardness, no filter, manhandling, oral sex (m and f rec), unprotected sex (honestly, don't do that), squirting, fluff, don't trip on that second sentence, not beta'd
Word Count: 3,827
Notes: Omg, I done it! It only took me months more than it should have. 🙄 I feel like this could be a fluffy little series about the three week vacation or even later but I don't know. I guess it depends on if anybody likes it. 💕
Read it on AO3.
The beach house had become a tradition. Every summer since the two of you had met at orientation your Freshman year of undergrad found the two of you sharing your best friend's parents' summer home that lay on the coast within sight and walking distance of the water.
You took a deep breath, smelling coffee from the machine you'd just turned on and clean ocean from the open window. It was a bright, beautiful day and the first of your three-week vacation. When the coffee finished, you poured yourself a cup and doctored it to your liking before stepping out onto the front porch.
There were voices in the next yard. Nobody had ever been in residence the entire time you'd been coming here but you remembered Melanie's dad mentioning it had been sold recently. Trying to hide how nosey you were, you hid behind one of the porch pillars while peering over at the two men standing in the grass.
"Oh, my God," you breathed, eyes helplessly locked on the demigod in short swim trunks talking to another neighbor who'd been on his morning run. "Oh, my God, what is going on?" Your numb fingers tightened on your coffee mug in an attempt not to drop it, every other possible bit of brain-power draining somewhat south. "What is happening?"
He was gorgeous. He was beyond gorgeous, the word didn't even do him justice. From the top of his head crowned with pretty, silky hair that just begged your fingers to run through it to the tips of his toes which were strong and well-formed--and what the fuck, you noticed toes now? From this far away? What kind of useless--?
The screen door opened with a mild screech behind you and Melanie stepped out onto the porch.
"Help," you whimpered, eyes taking another leisurely stroll down your new neighbor's perfect body. Sun-kissed skin and rounded, soft-edged muscles, all tucked into a broad, tight package that screamed strength. A smattering of hair over his chest and belly. And what a belly. You could write sonnets to those abs. You wanted to press your face into his skin and chew. And his thighs. You'd do some terrible, horrible things to have those thighs choke you to death. "Oh, God, Mel, please help."
"Honey? What’s the matter?" she asked, immediately concerned.
"He's so pretty, Mel. He is so pretty, I am going to die. Please help, it's been like five minutes and I can't look away and he's going to catch--" You whipped your head toward her with a yowl when she pinched your side, body flinching the opposite direction. You missed the way Gorgeous And Godlike turned toward the sound, blue eyes narrowing. "Ow! What the fu--why are you such an awful person?!"
She was laughing at you while she calmly sipped her coffee. "What? I helped! You're not staring at him like a crazed stalker anymore." She giggled into her cup before getting herself together.
"I hate you," you told her sincerely, finally remembering your own coffee, grateful you hadn’t spilled it all over yourself. "So much."
Melanie tsked and shook her head. "Well, that's rude. Better find your manners, he's heading this way." You choked on the warm liquid, sputtering and coughing as she cackled beside you.
"Ladies...everything all right here?" His voice was deep and friendly and things tingled when you heard it. "Need any CPR?"
Melanie slapped your back hard enough to break your paralysis and you cleared your throat. "Hi! Uh. Yeah, we're good. I just sometimes forget I'm still not a mermaid." You cringed internally, absently wondering where your brain-to-mouth filter had gone. "No...uh. No CPR necessary," you told him, eyes widening because you knew it was coming and for the love of all that was holy, you could not stop it. "Unless you just wanna practice?"
His eyes were very pretty, an ocean blue with a beautiful little sparkle that was still there even when he was blinking at you in surprise. You could feel flames coming from your cheeks and you winced, helplessly blinking back at him.
Melanie cackled again, sounding more like an evil witch than your best friend. "Oh, I see you two are gonna get along great. I'm Melanie, she's Y/N."
He smiled at her--a very nice smile--then went right back to staring at you. "Nice to meet you, I'm Ari. I just moved in next door."
"Oh, we know," Mel snickered and danced out of the way of your blind smack. "I have to go inside and do something else now, you two enjoy."
The screen shrieked closed and silence descended upon the porch. Ari was still down on the grass, looking up at you. You fiddled with your mug, looking away because now your body decided to be shy. "Um. So. Just moved in, huh?" You cringed even as you were saying it, throwing him a desperately apologetic glance.
He smirked at you easily, not seeming put off at all. "Yeah. Didn't bring a lot with me, though, so unpacking is already all done."
"That...that's good," you mumbled, shifting from foot to foot and trying to keep from ogling him again. No. Up, up, stay on his face! Bad eyes, no cookie. "Unpacking's the worst."
"Sure is." He grinned up at you and you felt your breath stop; he was too pretty to be allowed. "Want to come and see the house?"
"Yes, yes, I do, thank you," you blurted, abandoning your coffee on the porch railing as you flew down the stairs. He laughed and caught your hand, leading you over.
His hand was huge, fingers calloused but not painfully rough. Up close, he smelled like citrusy bergamot, floral neroli, and earthy musk, overlaid with clean, salty seawater. His skin was warm, blood hot against your perpetually cool fingers and you squeezed unconsciously. He saved you from burgeoning embarrassment by squeezing back.
All of the houses in the area were custom-built, not a single one exactly like another. Where Melanie's parents' house had a distinct Cape Cod bent to it, Ari’s was ultra-modern, looking like various-sized boxes stuck together, some glass, some entirely enclosed in metal siding with windows. The downstairs looked like several rooms from the outside but when you followed him in, you saw one huge space with an open kitchen, a dining area, an entertainment area, and an area that looked like it might be a library someday.
You looked around with lifted eyebrows. The light was, frankly, amazing in there; any wall that was plaster was covered in framed art, otherwise, it was all glass. The view of the beach was gorgeous, especially from the dining table. The stairs came down in the middle of the room and there was art on the outside of them, too, no space wasted.
The kitchen was a chef's dream. You didn't even cook that much but found yourself salivating at the extended island, the commercial reach-ins for the refrigerator and freezer, and the Viking range. You paused and whispered, "It has a grill," in awed tones and Ari chuckled softly, right behind you. You didn't turn, not exactly surprised at his proximity. Instead, you leaned forward to touch the water spigot against the wall, arching your back a little and pushing your ass out. You didn't quite touch him, it was more an invitation than anything else. You were close enough to feel his body heat against your thighs and through your shorts, though.
"You like to cook?" you asked, struggling to keep your voice steady.
Ari took the invitation and ran with it, pressing his groin against your ass, hands on your hips. "I do when I get the time." His voice was deeper than it had been outside and he was obviously glad to be where he was, pressing hard and hot between your cheeks.
You braced your hands on the edge of the stove, eyes half-closing, your tongue automatically licking your lips. If he was as big as you thought he was… "Don't get the time often?" you asked, unable to keep from sounding anything except breathy.
His hands wandered up your sides and he pulled you back to stand straight, then further to lean back against his glorious chest. He was a wash of delicious heat from your shoulders to your thighs. You shuddered, basking in it as his scent enveloped you in bright citrus, orange blossoms, and that deep, musky note that made you feel like you'd had a little too much to drink, even though it was only 8 something in the morning and you'd only had coffee. "Not as often as I'd like," he murmured, right in your ear, proving that you didn't care what he said, you only cared about his voice, as goosebumps ran down your arms.
You gave an honest-to-God whimper and then pretended you hadn't. "Shame," you whispered, shivering.
"Would you like a tour of the upstairs?"
"Yes, yes, please, I would," you answered in a rush. You grabbed his hand and headed for the stairs, towing him behind you as he laughed, warm and deep. You led him up his own staircase, then stopped in the upper hallway, uncertain which room was the master.
He scooped you up into his arms bridal style like you weighed nothing, causing you to squeal in surprise and loop your arms around his neck. He laughed as he headed for the last door on the right. "This way, sweetness." You hid your face against his neck and grinned at the nickname.
He gave you a little toss onto the bed and you landed with a bounce, giggling as you pulled your top over your head. Ari tugged your shorts over your hips and down your legs, leaving you in your cute little sunshine yellow bikini. He raised his eyebrows at you and you shrugged, stretching into an arch, arms above your head. "We always end up at the beach."
The bikini was held on with strings that tied into cute little bows. "I can appreciate that," he murmured. "Let me get a condom."
You extended a leg to stop him with your foot on his hip. "I'm clean, tested last week for this vacation, and I'm on birth control."
He met your eyes, that beautiful blue gazing at you like you just saved the world. "I'm clean, too," he offered, voice a little rougher. "You sure, beautiful?"
You smiled at him, warmth spreading through your chest. "Yeah, I'm sure. Nobody's called me beautiful. I like that."
"Yeah?" He crawled into the bed, hovering over you, caging you in. "You must be with some stupid people because you are gorgeous." His fingers touched your hair, his eyes staring into yours with an intensity that made you squirm.
His fingers tugged at the bows that kept the bikini top on, pulling the yellow fabric away from your chest. His eyes flicked down to it and stayed there. Big, warm hands pushed you flat on your back before they cupped your tits reverently. He squeezed them a little, pushing them together, then looked back up at you. Keeping eye contact, he leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
His tongue swirled around it and you arched, breathing out on a sigh. He moved from breast to breast, sucking and licking your nipples, biting the soft flesh around them, too. A sharp little nip made you gasp and jerk and he licked the spot in apology, looking back up at you.
He crawled higher up your body to kiss you, hips getting between your thighs, one hand leaning his weight on the bed near your head. His kisses just confirmed the sex god status you'd suspected and you squirmed under him, just to feel all the places where his weight was leaning into you. He kissed away from your mouth, down to your jaw, then your throat. Exploration found that sweet spot you had just behind your jaw and below your ear. Shivers spilled down your spine as pathetic little needy sounds escaped your mouth and your hands came up to clasp at his back, fingers digging into his lats. He smiled against your skin before he sucked gently at the area again.
You lifted your hips with a little cry, trying to rub against him for friction. He made a pleased sound but started back down your body. His hands came to your hips to hold them still as he went back to worshiping your chest. Slow kisses moved further downward, over your tummy as he slipped off the bed to the floor. His hands got busy, tugging the strings to your bikini bottom until the bows unraveled and he could tug the scrap of fabric out from under you, tossing it aside.
Ari on his knees between your legs was a revelation. You couldn't help but stare as he kissed down along your hip, then across your pelvis. He reached up to push his hair back, one eye looking up at you. You sucked in a breath, getting wound tighter and tighter as he approached your pussy. He flashed you a smile as he pressed a sweet little kiss on your mound.
He hugged one thigh to him and pushed the other out to open you up. He kissed along the outer lips of your pussy, then nipped along the inside of your thighs, ratcheting the tension higher. When his tongue finally touched the slick valley between your thighs your head fell back against the bed with a little moan. He gave it a wet, open-mouthed kiss that let him explore from your opening upward, then settled on your clit.
He stared up at you, tongue lapping and swirling, flickering back and forth over the little bundle of nerves. He closed his lips over it and sucked and your head fell back again, arms above it in complete surrender. All the little noises he coaxed out of you got louder and more intense as he worked. Your hips jerked and he gripped them gently, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.
He pulled back a bit and spit on your folds, fingers rubbing it against your clit and you squirmed, giving a strangled little sound. His hands pushed your thighs back and flat, going back to sucking and licking at you like it was his damn job.
Once he was sure you'd keep your legs open he reached up with one hand to slip his fingers into your mouth and you mimicked his rhythm around the tips with your tongue. When he took them back he played with a nipple, slick digits stroking feather-light before he pinched and rolled it between them and his thumb.
His other hand moved between your legs, a finger slipping inside you easily. He moved in and out, slowly at first, then faster, adding another and canting them up to catch your G spot. You couldn't help the sound that came out of your mouth then, hands slapping down on either side of your body to curl in the duvet. You kept lifting your head so you could watch, but then he'd send electricity shooting up your spine and it would fall back again.
He sped up, fingering you fast and hard enough to get your tits rocking a little. He licked and sucked at you like a fiend and you writhed under him as your orgasm crashed over you, loud little cries of his name spilling from your mouth like a melisma.
He eased up, then pulled back entirely, wiping his mouth and beard with his hand, both wet with your juices. Standing, he pushed his swim shorts down over his hips and lower. His dick sprang out and slapped his stomach and your mouth practically watered. Long and thick with a cut head that was wet with precum. He had no tan lines, all the same shade of golden bronze the sun had made him. You sat up happily and maneuvered onto your hands and knees at the edge of the bed. He put his hand on the back of your head as you took him into the warm cave of your mouth, just resting, not restraining you.
The weight of him on your tongue made you groan and you bobbed your head to take as much of him as was comfortable, hands coming up to stroke the rest of him and play with his balls at the same time. Precum leaked over your tongue and you swallowed while making a happy sound. He chuckled softly and pet your hair, curving his big hand over the contour of your head affectionately. "Yeah? Good?"
You looked up at him and deliberately made your eyes wide and innocent, watching it hit him like a blow to the head, his face going slack with lust and a deep groan coming from his chest. You managed a muffled, "Mm-hmm," and then really went to work. Each dip of your head took more and more of him in, little choking sounds escaping your lips as you got him to the edge of your throat. He gathered your hair into a ponytail, holding it for you without forcing your head down or changing your pace. Saliva overflowed your lips and you used it to slick the rest of his cock and even down to his balls. Every now and then, you'd pull back and spit on him, rubbing it along his length, until your hands on him almost felt as wet as your mouth.
You knew your limits and you took him there, just edging down into your actual esophagus with the tip and no further. The urge to choke tapped insistently at the back of your awareness, along with the contractions of your stomach muscles. Your gag reflex wasn't particularly sensitive but Ari was a little bit bigger than your experience allowed. You pulled back with a gasp, blinking tears from your vision that spilled down your cheeks.
"Shit, beautiful," Ari murmured and used his hold on you to drag you up into a kiss, heedless of the mess your face was at the moment. "Gotta stop that for now or this'll be over before I want it to be."
You laughed and wiped the drool off your face with the back of your arm. Ari used his thumbs to gently brush away your tears, smiling at you. "Wanna go for a ride?" When you nodded he climbed on the bed, then manhandled you on top of him, clearly enjoying the squeak that produced.
You sat up straighter and bore down on him as he sank inside you. He was thicker than anyone you'd ever taken and it burned a little in the best way possible. You braced your hands on his glorious chest and started rolling your hips in a sinuous undulation that shifted him back and forth inside you. You lifted up and went back down on every back sway, aiming for and finding the spot way up near your cervix that nobody ever seemed to hit.
He stared up at you the whole time, his hands wandering your body and occasionally gripping your hips but letting you be in charge. His cheeks were flushed and that just made his blue eyes that much brighter. You whimpered and mewled through it with zero concept of pride, not caring how pathetic and cockdrunk you sounded as long as that end shimmering in the distance found you.
The closer it got, the faster your hips went until you were writhing on top of him. He curled those big hands around the back and sides of your head, bringing you down to touch foreheads. It was the most intense eye contact you'd ever experienced period, let alone during sex. "You gonna come?" he asked, voice quiet.
"Uh-huh."
"Yeah? Gonna soak my dick, sweetheart?"
"Uh-huh, yes, please, please…" You couldn't help begging, eyelids fluttering as your eyes rolled back in your head. The orgasm drew up high to tower over you before crashing down like a tsunami, leaving you to shout your way through it, hips losing all rhythm.
Ari cursed and grabbed them hard enough that you knew you'd have some marks the next day. The idea made you warm and squirmy inside. He held you still and planted his feet on the mattress, jackhammering up into you hard and fast.
You cried out as you felt another swell rising in the distance before your first orgasm had even finished. You closed your eyes against the bright blue of his, the potency of his gaze threatening to catapult you into that second climax too soon.
"Oh, my God!"
He watched you, laser-focused on every microexpression. You shook your head, not exactly sure what you were denying but Ari seemed to know, nodding in counterpoint. "Come on, honey, you can give me one more."
You whined and squeezed him tight in automatic reaction but shook your head again.
"Oh, I think you can," he practically purred. "Come on, gimme just one more, there's my sweet girl, cum for me."
You whimpered his name, eyelashes wet with tears as you shook apart on top of him, fluid gushing out of you in one of the most intense orgasms you'd ever experienced. He let out an actual growl and thrust up into you faster, losing his rhythm as he chased his end. He dragged you down and shoved up into you, holding you there as he came, staring up at you, mouth open as he panted.
You both hung in the moment, suspended in bliss before you collapsed down against his chest like a fallen tree. "Oh, my God," you repeated, face buried against his neck.
He laughed a little, breathless, and nodded in agreement, hands running up and down your back, warm and soothing. After long moments of afterglow, Ari asked, "How long is your vacation?"
"Three weeks," you murmured sleepily, fingers toying with a lock of his hair. It was just as silky as you'd imagined it to be and you made a mental note to check out what conditioner he used before you left.
"Hmm. Three weeks. That's a long time. Need company?"
You pushed yourself up to see his face, smiling slowly. "Why? You offering?"
He grinned up at you and it was like the sun shining, bright and happy. "I'm offering." He kissed your forehead. "Asking." The tip of your nose. "Begging." The corner of your mouth. You giggled and he squeezed around your middle in a hug.
You gave him a sweet, closed-mouth kiss, letting your eyes close as you lingered. "I think we could work something out. Wouldn't want you to be lonely."
He chuckled and drew you back down into a kiss that was much less chaste than the one before, settling in for a lazy makeout session. After all, the day was just getting started.
Every year, you and your best friend head to her parent's beach house for three weeks of summer fun. This year, there's a new neighbor.
Pairings: Ari Levinson x female reader
Media: The Red Sea Diving Resort
Warnings: Ari Levinson is a warning in and of himself, blatant objectification, awkwardness, no filter, manhandling, oral sex (m and f rec), unprotected sex (honestly, don't do that), squirting, fluff, don't trip on that second sentence, not beta'd
Word Count: 3,827
Notes: Omg, I done it! It only took me months more than it should have. 🙄 I feel like this could be a fluffy little series about the three week vacation or even later but I don't know. I guess it depends on if anybody likes it. 💕
Read it on AO3.
The beach house had become a tradition. Every summer since the two of you had met at orientation your Freshman year of undergrad found the two of you sharing your best friend's parents' summer home that lay on the coast within sight and walking distance of the water.
You took a deep breath, smelling coffee from the machine you'd just turned on and clean ocean from the open window. It was a bright, beautiful day and the first of your three-week vacation. When the coffee finished, you poured yourself a cup and doctored it to your liking before stepping out onto the front porch.
There were voices in the next yard. Nobody had ever been in residence the entire time you'd been coming here but you remembered Melanie's dad mentioning it had been sold recently. Trying to hide how nosey you were, you hid behind one of the porch pillars while peering over at the two men standing in the grass.
"Oh, my God," you breathed, eyes helplessly locked on the demigod in short swim trunks talking to another neighbor who'd been on his morning run. "Oh, my God, what is going on?" Your numb fingers tightened on your coffee mug in an attempt not to drop it, every other possible bit of brain power-draining somewhat south. "What is happening?"
He was gorgeous. He was beyond gorgeous, the word didn't even do him justice. From the top of his head crowned with pretty, silky hair that just begged your fingers to run through it to the tips of his toes which were strong and well-formed–and what the fuck, you noticed toes now? From this far away? What kind of useless--?
The screen door opened with a mild screech behind you and Melanie stepped out onto the porch.
"Help," you whimpered, eyes taking another leisurely stroll down your new neighbor's perfect body. Sun-kissed skin and rounded, soft-edged muscles, all tucked into a broad, tight package that screamed strength. A smattering of hair over his chest and belly. And what a belly. You could write sonnets to those abs. You wanted to press your face into his skin and chew. And his thighs. You'd do some terrible, horrible things to have those thighs choke you to death. "Oh, God, Mel, please help."
"Honey? What’s the matter?" she asked, immediately concerned.
"He's so pretty, Mel. He is so pretty, I am going to die. Please help, it's been like five minutes and I can't look away and he's going to catch--" You whipped your head toward her with a yowl when she pinched your side, body flinching the opposite direction. You missed the way Gorgeous And Godlike turned toward the sound, blue eyes narrowing. "Ow! What the fu--why are you such an awful person?!"
She was laughing at you while she calmly sipped her coffee. "What? I helped! You're not staring at him like a crazed stalker anymore." She giggled into her cup before getting herself together.
"I hate you," you told her sincerely, finally remembering your own coffee, grateful you hadn’t spilled it all over yourself. "So much."
Melanie tsked and shook her head. "Well, that's rude. Better find your manners, he's heading this way." You choked on the warm liquid, sputtering and coughing as she cackled beside you.
"Ladies...everything all right here?" His voice was deep and friendly and things tingled when you heard it. "Need any CPR?"
Melanie slapped your back hard enough to break your paralysis and you cleared your throat. "Hi! Uh. Yeah, we're good. I just sometimes forget I'm still not a mermaid." You cringed internally, absently wondering where your brain-to-mouth filter had gone. "No...uh. No CPR necessary," you told him, eyes widening because you knew it was coming and for the love of all that was holy, you could not stop it. "Unless you just wanna practice?"
His eyes were very pretty, an ocean blue with a beautiful little sparkle that was still there even when he was blinking at you in surprise. You could feel flames coming from your cheeks and you winced, helplessly blinking back at him.
Melanie cackled again, sounding more like an evil witch than your best friend. "Oh, I see you two are gonna get along great. I'm Melanie, she's Y/N."
He smiled at her--a very nice smile--then went right back to staring at you. "Nice to meet you, I'm Ari. I just moved in next door."
"Oh, we know," Mel snickered and danced out of the way of your blind smack. "I have to go inside and do something else now, you two enjoy."
The screen shrieked closed and silence descended upon the porch. Ari was still down on the grass, looking up at you. You fiddled with your mug, looking away because now your body decided to be shy. "Um. So. Just moved in, huh?" You cringed even as you were saying it, throwing him a desperately apologetic glance.
He smirked at you easily, not seeming put off at all. "Yeah. Didn't bring a lot with me, though, so unpacking is already all done."
"That...that's good," you mumbled, shifting from foot to foot and trying to keep from ogling him again. No. Up, up, stay on his face! Bad eyes, no cookie. "Unpacking's the worst."
"Sure is." He grinned up at you and you felt your breath stop; he was too pretty to be allowed. "Want to come and see the house?"
"Yes, yes, I do, thank you," you blurted, abandoning your coffee on the porch railing as you flew down the stairs. He laughed and caught your hand, leading you over.
His hand was huge, fingers calloused but not painfully rough. Up close, he smelled like citrusy bergamot, floral neroli, and earthy musk, overlaid with clean, salty seawater. His skin was warm, blood hot against your perpetually cool fingers and you squeezed unconsciously. He saved you from burgeoning embarrassment by squeezing back.
All of the houses in the area were custom-built, not a single one exactly like another. Where Melanie's parents' house had a distinct Cape Cod bent to it, Ari’s was ultra-modern, looking like various-sized boxes stuck together, some glass, some entirely enclosed in metal siding with windows. The downstairs looked like several rooms from the outside but when you followed him in, you saw one huge space with an open kitchen, a dining area, an entertainment area, and an area that looked like it might be a library someday.
You looked around with lifted eyebrows. The light was, frankly, amazing in there; any wall that was plaster was covered in framed art, otherwise, it was all glass. The view of the beach was gorgeous, especially from the dining table. The stairs came down in the middle of the room and there was art on the outside of them, too, no space wasted.
The kitchen was a chef's dream. You didn't even cook that much but found yourself salivating at the extended island, the commercial reach-ins for the refrigerator and freezer, and the Viking range. You paused and whispered, "It has a grill," in awed tones and Ari chuckled softly, right behind you. You didn't turn, not exactly surprised at his proximity. Instead, you leaned forward to touch the water spigot against the wall, arching your back a little and pushing your ass out. You didn't quite touch him, it was more an invitation than anything else. You were close enough to feel his body heat against your thighs and through your shorts, though.
"You like to cook?" you asked, struggling to keep your voice steady.
Ari took the invitation and ran with it, pressing his groin against your ass, hands on your hips. "I do when I get the time." His voice was deeper than it had been outside and he was obviously glad to be where he was, pressing hard and hot between your cheeks.
You braced your hands on the edge of the stove, eyes half-closing, your tongue automatically licking your lips. If he was as big as you thought he was… "Don't get the time often?" you asked, unable to keep from sounding anything except breathy.
His hands wandered up your sides and he pulled you back to stand straight, then further to lean back against his glorious chest. He was a wash of delicious heat from your shoulders to your thighs. You shuddered, basking in it as his scent enveloped you in bright citrus, orange blossoms, and that deep, musky note that made you feel like you'd had a little too much to drink, even though it was only 8 something in the morning and you'd only had coffee. "Not as often as I'd like," he murmured, right in your ear, proving that you didn't care what he said, you only cared about his voice, as goosebumps ran down your arms.
You gave an honest-to-God whimper and then pretended you hadn't. "Shame," you whispered, shivering.
"Would you like a tour of the upstairs?"
"Yes, yes, please, I would," you answered in a rush. You grabbed his hand and headed for the stairs, towing him behind you as he laughed, warm and deep. You led him up his own staircase, then stopped in the upper hallway, uncertain which room was the master.
He scooped you up into his arms bridal style like you weighed nothing, causing you to squeal in surprise and loop your arms around his neck. He laughed as he headed for the last door on the right. "This way, sweetness." You hid your face against his neck and grinned at the nickname.
He gave you a little toss onto the bed and you landed with a bounce, giggling as you pulled your top over your head. Ari tugged your shorts over your hips and down your legs, leaving you in your cute little sunshine yellow bikini. He raised his eyebrows at you and you shrugged, stretching into an arch, arms above your head. "We always end up at the beach."
The bikini was held on with strings that tied into cute little bows. "I can appreciate that," he murmured. "Let me get a condom."
You extended a leg to stop him with your foot on his hip. "I'm clean, tested last week for this vacation, and I'm on birth control."
He met your eyes, that beautiful blue gazing at you like you just saved the world. "I'm clean, too," he offered, voice a little rougher. "You sure, beautiful?"
You smiled at him, warmth spreading through your chest. "Yeah, I'm sure. Nobody's called me beautiful. I like that."
"Yeah?" He crawled into the bed, hovering over you, caging you in. "You must be with some stupid people because you are gorgeous." His fingers touched your hair, his eyes staring into yours with an intensity that made you squirm.
His fingers tugged at the bows that kept the bikini top on, pulling the yellow fabric away from your chest. His eyes flicked down to it and stayed there. Big, warm hands pushed you flat on your back before they cupped your tits reverently. He squeezed them a little, pushing them together, then looked back up at you. Keeping eye contact, he leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
His tongue swirled around it and you arched, breathing out on a sigh. He moved from breast to breast, sucking and licking your nipples, biting the soft flesh around them, too. A sharp little nip made you gasp and jerk and he licked the spot in apology, looking back up at you.
He crawled higher up your body to kiss you, hips getting between your thighs, one hand leaning his weight on the bed near your head. His kisses just confirmed the sex god status you'd suspected and you squirmed under him, just to feel all the places where his weight was leaning into you. He kissed away from your mouth, down to your jaw, then your throat. Exploration found that sweet spot you had just behind your jaw and below your ear. Shivers spilled down your spine as pathetic little needy sounds escaped your mouth and your hands came up to clasp at his back, fingers digging into his lats. He smiled against your skin before he sucked gently at the area again.
You lifted your hips with a little cry, trying to rub against him for friction. He made a pleased sound but started back down your body. His hands came to your hips to hold them still as he went back to worshiping your chest. Slow kisses moved further downward, over your tummy as he slipped off the bed to the floor. His hands got busy, tugging the strings to your bikini bottom until the bows unraveled and he could tug the scrap of fabric out from under you, tossing it aside.
Ari on his knees between your legs was a revelation. You couldn't help but stare as he kissed down along your hip, then across your pelvis. He reached up to push his hair back, one eye looking up at you. You sucked in a breath, getting wound tighter and tighter as he approached your pussy. He flashed you a smile as he pressed a sweet little kiss on your mound.
He hugged one thigh to him and pushed the other out to open you up. He kissed along the outer lips of your pussy, then nipped along the inside of your thighs, ratcheting the tension higher. When his tongue finally touched the slick valley between your thighs your head fell back against the bed with a little moan. He gave it a wet, open-mouthed kiss that let him explore from your opening upward, then settled on your clit.
He stared up at you, tongue lapping and swirling, flickering back and forth over the little bundle of nerves. He closed his lips over it and sucked and your head fell back again, arms above it in complete surrender. All the little noises he coaxed out of you got louder and more intense as he worked. Your hips jerked and he gripped them gently, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.
He pulled back a bit and spit on your folds, fingers rubbing it against your clit and you squirmed, giving a strangled little sound. His hands pushed your thighs back and flat, going back to sucking and licking at you like it was his damn job.
Once he was sure you'd keep your legs open he reached up with one hand to slip his fingers into your mouth and you mimicked his rhythm around the tips with your tongue. When he took them back he played with a nipple, slick digits stroking feather-light before he pinched and rolled it between them and his thumb.
His other hand moved between your legs, a finger slipping inside you easily. He moved in and out, slowly at first, then faster, adding another and canting them up to catch your G spot. You couldn't help the sound that came out of your mouth then, hands slapping down on either side of your body to curl in the duvet. You kept lifting your head so you could watch, but then he'd send electricity shooting up your spine and it would fall back again.
He sped up, fingering you fast and hard enough to get your tits rocking a little. He licked and sucked at you like a fiend and you writhed under him as your orgasm crashed over you, loud little cries of his name spilling from your mouth like a melisma.
He eased up, then pulled back entirely, wiping his mouth and beard with his hand, both wet with your juices. Standing, he pushed his swim shorts down over his hips and lower. His dick sprang out and slapped his stomach and your mouth practically watered. Long and thick with a cut head that was wet with precum. He had no tan lines, all the same shade of golden bronze the sun had made him. You sat up happily and maneuvered onto your hands and knees at the edge of the bed. He put his hand on the back of your head as you took him into the warm cave of your mouth, just resting, not restraining you.
The weight of him on your tongue made you groan and you bobbed your head to take as much of him as was comfortable, hands coming up to stroke the rest of him and play with his balls at the same time. Precum leaked over your tongue and you swallowed while making a happy sound. He chuckled softly and pet your hair, curving his big hand over the contour of your head affectionately. "Yeah? Good?"
You looked up at him and deliberately made your eyes wide and innocent, watching it hit him like a blow to the head, his face going slack with lust and a deep groan coming from his chest. You managed a muffled, "Mm-hmm," and then really went to work. Each dip of your head took more and more of him in, little choking sounds escaping your lips as you got him to the edge of your throat. He gathered your hair into a ponytail, holding it for you without forcing your head down or changing your pace. Saliva overflowed your lips and you used it to slick the rest of his cock and even down to his balls. Every now and then, you'd pull back and spit on him, rubbing it along his length, until your hands on him almost felt as wet as your mouth.
You knew your limits and you took him there, just edging down into your actual esophagus with the tip and no further. The urge to choke tapped insistently at the back of your awareness, along with the contractions of your stomach muscles. Your gag reflex wasn't particularly sensitive but Ari was a little bit bigger than your experience allowed. You pulled back with a gasp, blinking tears from your vision that spilled down your cheeks.
"Shit, beautiful," Ari murmured and used his hold on you to drag you up into a kiss, heedless of the mess your face was at the moment. "Gotta stop that for now or this'll be over before I want it to be."
You laughed and wiped the drool off your face with the back of your arm. Ari used his thumbs to gently brush away your tears, smiling at you. "Wanna go for a ride?" When you nodded he climbed on the bed, then manhandled you on top of him, clearly enjoying the squeak that produced.
You sat up straighter and bore down on him as he sank inside you. He was thicker than anyone you'd ever taken and it burned a little in the best way possible. You braced your hands on his glorious chest and started rolling your hips in a sinuous undulation that shifted him back and forth inside you. You lifted up and went back down on every back sway, aiming for and finding the spot way up near your cervix that nobody ever seemed to hit.
He stared up at you the whole time, his hands wandering your body and occasionally gripping your hips but letting you be in charge. His cheeks were flushed and that just made his blue eyes that much brighter. You whimpered and mewled through it with zero concept of pride, not caring how pathetic and cockdrunk you sounded as long as that end shimmering in the distance found you.
The closer it got, the faster your hips went until you were writhing on top of him. He curled those big hands around the back and sides of your head, bringing you down to touch foreheads. It was the most intense eye contact you'd ever experienced period, let alone during sex. "You gonna come?" he asked, voice quiet.
"Uh-huh."
"Yeah? Gonna soak my dick, sweetheart?"
"Uh-huh, yes, please, please…" You couldn't help begging, eyelids fluttering as your eyes rolled back in your head. The orgasm drew up high to tower over you before crashing down like a tsunami, leaving you to shout your way through it, hips losing all rhythm.
Ari cursed and grabbed them hard enough that you knew you'd have some marks the next day. The idea made you warm and squirmy inside. He held you still and planted his feet on the mattress, jackhammering up into you hard and fast.
You cried out as you felt another swell rising in the distance before your first orgasm had even finished. You closed your eyes against the bright blue of his, the potency of his gaze threatening to catapult you into that second climax too soon.
"Oh, my God!"
He watched you, laser-focused on every microexpression. You shook your head, not exactly sure what you were denying but Ari seemed to know, nodding in counterpoint. "Come on, honey, you can give me one more."
You whined and squeezed him tight in automatic reaction but shook your head again.
"Oh, I think you can," he practically purred. "Come on, gimme just one more, there's my sweet girl, cum for me."
You whimpered his name, eyelashes wet with tears as you shook apart on top of him, fluid gushing out of you in one of the most intense orgasms you'd ever experienced. He let out an actual growl and thrust up into you faster, losing his rhythm as he chased his end. He dragged you down and shoved up into you, holding you there as he came, staring up at you, mouth open as he panted.
You both hung in the moment, suspended in bliss before you collapsed down against his chest like a fallen tree. "Oh, my God," you repeated, face buried against his neck.
He laughed a little, breathless, and nodded in agreement, hands running up and down your back, warm and soothing. After long moments of afterglow, Ari asked, "How long is your vacation?"
"Three weeks," you murmured sleepily, fingers toying with a lock of his hair. It was just as silky as you'd imagined it to be and you made a mental note to check out what conditioner he used before you left.
"Hmm. Three weeks. That's a long time. Need company?"
You pushed yourself up to see his face, smiling slowly. "Why? You offering?"
He grinned up at you and it was like the sun shining, bright and happy. "I'm offering." He kissed your forehead. "Asking." The tip of your nose. "Begging." The corner of your mouth. You giggled and he squeezed around your middle in a hug.
You gave him a sweet, closed-mouth kiss, letting your eyes close as you lingered. "I think we could work something out. Wouldn't want you to be lonely."
He chuckled and drew you back down into a kiss that was much less chaste than the one before, settling in for a lazy makeout session. After all, the day was just getting started.
Stop whatever you're doing and read this RIGHT NOW !! The lead up was great, the smut was super hot, and the afterglow made me feel so so soft. This is quintessential reading for the Ari crowd. To the author, your portrayal of this man was so spot on. 😩
Every year, you and your best friend head to her parent's beach house for three weeks of summer fun. This year, there's a new neighbor.
Pairings: Ari Levinson x female reader
Media: The Red Sea Diving Resort
Warnings: Ari Levinson is a warning in and of himself, blatant objectification, awkwardness, no filter, manhandling, oral sex (m and f rec), unprotected sex (honestly, don't do that), squirting, fluff, don't trip on that second sentence, not beta'd
Word Count: 3,827
Notes: Omg, I done it! It only took me months more than it should have. 🙄 I feel like this could be a fluffy little series about the three week vacation or even later but I don't know. I guess it depends on if anybody likes it. 💕
Read it on AO3.
The beach house had become a tradition. Every summer since the two of you had met at orientation your Freshman year of undergrad found the two of you sharing your best friend's parents' summer home that lay on the coast within sight and walking distance of the water.
You took a deep breath, smelling coffee from the machine you'd just turned on and clean ocean from the open window. It was a bright, beautiful day and the first of your three-week vacation. When the coffee finished, you poured yourself a cup and doctored it to your liking before stepping out onto the front porch.
There were voices in the next yard. Nobody had ever been in residence the entire time you'd been coming here but you remembered Melanie's dad mentioning it had been sold recently. Trying to hide how nosey you were, you hid behind one of the porch pillars while peering over at the two men standing in the grass.
"Oh, my God," you breathed, eyes helplessly locked on the demigod in short swim trunks talking to another neighbor who'd been on his morning run. "Oh, my God, what is going on?" Your numb fingers tightened on your coffee mug in an attempt not to drop it, every other possible bit of brain power-draining somewhat south. "What is happening?"
He was gorgeous. He was beyond gorgeous, the word didn't even do him justice. From the top of his head crowned with pretty, silky hair that just begged your fingers to run through it to the tips of his toes which were strong and well-formed–and what the fuck, you noticed toes now? From this far away? What kind of useless--?
The screen door opened with a mild screech behind you and Melanie stepped out onto the porch.
"Help," you whimpered, eyes taking another leisurely stroll down your new neighbor's perfect body. Sun-kissed skin and rounded, soft-edged muscles, all tucked into a broad, tight package that screamed strength. A smattering of hair over his chest and belly. And what a belly. You could write sonnets to those abs. You wanted to press your face into his skin and chew. And his thighs. You'd do some terrible, horrible things to have those thighs choke you to death. "Oh, God, Mel, please help."
"Honey? What’s the matter?" she asked, immediately concerned.
"He's so pretty, Mel. He is so pretty, I am going to die. Please help, it's been like five minutes and I can't look away and he's going to catch--" You whipped your head toward her with a yowl when she pinched your side, body flinching the opposite direction. You missed the way Gorgeous And Godlike turned toward the sound, blue eyes narrowing. "Ow! What the fu--why are you such an awful person?!"
She was laughing at you while she calmly sipped her coffee. "What? I helped! You're not staring at him like a crazed stalker anymore." She giggled into her cup before getting herself together.
"I hate you," you told her sincerely, finally remembering your own coffee, grateful you hadn’t spilled it all over yourself. "So much."
Melanie tsked and shook her head. "Well, that's rude. Better find your manners, he's heading this way." You choked on the warm liquid, sputtering and coughing as she cackled beside you.
"Ladies...everything all right here?" His voice was deep and friendly and things tingled when you heard it. "Need any CPR?"
Melanie slapped your back hard enough to break your paralysis and you cleared your throat. "Hi! Uh. Yeah, we're good. I just sometimes forget I'm still not a mermaid." You cringed internally, absently wondering where your brain-to-mouth filter had gone. "No...uh. No CPR necessary," you told him, eyes widening because you knew it was coming and for the love of all that was holy, you could not stop it. "Unless you just wanna practice?"
His eyes were very pretty, an ocean blue with a beautiful little sparkle that was still there even when he was blinking at you in surprise. You could feel flames coming from your cheeks and you winced, helplessly blinking back at him.
Melanie cackled again, sounding more like an evil witch than your best friend. "Oh, I see you two are gonna get along great. I'm Melanie, she's Y/N."
He smiled at her--a very nice smile--then went right back to staring at you. "Nice to meet you, I'm Ari. I just moved in next door."
"Oh, we know," Mel snickered and danced out of the way of your blind smack. "I have to go inside and do something else now, you two enjoy."
The screen shrieked closed and silence descended upon the porch. Ari was still down on the grass, looking up at you. You fiddled with your mug, looking away because now your body decided to be shy. "Um. So. Just moved in, huh?" You cringed even as you were saying it, throwing him a desperately apologetic glance.
He smirked at you easily, not seeming put off at all. "Yeah. Didn't bring a lot with me, though, so unpacking is already all done."
"That...that's good," you mumbled, shifting from foot to foot and trying to keep from ogling him again. No. Up, up, stay on his face! Bad eyes, no cookie. "Unpacking's the worst."
"Sure is." He grinned up at you and you felt your breath stop; he was too pretty to be allowed. "Want to come and see the house?"
"Yes, yes, I do, thank you," you blurted, abandoning your coffee on the porch railing as you flew down the stairs. He laughed and caught your hand, leading you over.
His hand was huge, fingers calloused but not painfully rough. Up close, he smelled like citrusy bergamot, floral neroli, and earthy musk, overlaid with clean, salty seawater. His skin was warm, blood hot against your perpetually cool fingers and you squeezed unconsciously. He saved you from burgeoning embarrassment by squeezing back.
All of the houses in the area were custom-built, not a single one exactly like another. Where Melanie's parents' house had a distinct Cape Cod bent to it, Ari’s was ultra-modern, looking like various-sized boxes stuck together, some glass, some entirely enclosed in metal siding with windows. The downstairs looked like several rooms from the outside but when you followed him in, you saw one huge space with an open kitchen, a dining area, an entertainment area, and an area that looked like it might be a library someday.
You looked around with lifted eyebrows. The light was, frankly, amazing in there; any wall that was plaster was covered in framed art, otherwise, it was all glass. The view of the beach was gorgeous, especially from the dining table. The stairs came down in the middle of the room and there was art on the outside of them, too, no space wasted.
The kitchen was a chef's dream. You didn't even cook that much but found yourself salivating at the extended island, the commercial reach-ins for the refrigerator and freezer, and the Viking range. You paused and whispered, "It has a grill," in awed tones and Ari chuckled softly, right behind you. You didn't turn, not exactly surprised at his proximity. Instead, you leaned forward to touch the water spigot against the wall, arching your back a little and pushing your ass out. You didn't quite touch him, it was more an invitation than anything else. You were close enough to feel his body heat against your thighs and through your shorts, though.
"You like to cook?" you asked, struggling to keep your voice steady.
Ari took the invitation and ran with it, pressing his groin against your ass, hands on your hips. "I do when I get the time." His voice was deeper than it had been outside and he was obviously glad to be where he was, pressing hard and hot between your cheeks.
You braced your hands on the edge of the stove, eyes half-closing, your tongue automatically licking your lips. If he was as big as you thought he was… "Don't get the time often?" you asked, unable to keep from sounding anything except breathy.
His hands wandered up your sides and he pulled you back to stand straight, then further to lean back against his glorious chest. He was a wash of delicious heat from your shoulders to your thighs. You shuddered, basking in it as his scent enveloped you in bright citrus, orange blossoms, and that deep, musky note that made you feel like you'd had a little too much to drink, even though it was only 8 something in the morning and you'd only had coffee. "Not as often as I'd like," he murmured, right in your ear, proving that you didn't care what he said, you only cared about his voice, as goosebumps ran down your arms.
You gave an honest-to-God whimper and then pretended you hadn't. "Shame," you whispered, shivering.
"Would you like a tour of the upstairs?"
"Yes, yes, please, I would," you answered in a rush. You grabbed his hand and headed for the stairs, towing him behind you as he laughed, warm and deep. You led him up his own staircase, then stopped in the upper hallway, uncertain which room was the master.
He scooped you up into his arms bridal style like you weighed nothing, causing you to squeal in surprise and loop your arms around his neck. He laughed as he headed for the last door on the right. "This way, sweetness." You hid your face against his neck and grinned at the nickname.
He gave you a little toss onto the bed and you landed with a bounce, giggling as you pulled your top over your head. Ari tugged your shorts over your hips and down your legs, leaving you in your cute little sunshine yellow bikini. He raised his eyebrows at you and you shrugged, stretching into an arch, arms above your head. "We always end up at the beach."
The bikini was held on with strings that tied into cute little bows. "I can appreciate that," he murmured. "Let me get a condom."
You extended a leg to stop him with your foot on his hip. "I'm clean, tested last week for this vacation, and I'm on birth control."
He met your eyes, that beautiful blue gazing at you like you just saved the world. "I'm clean, too," he offered, voice a little rougher. "You sure, beautiful?"
You smiled at him, warmth spreading through your chest. "Yeah, I'm sure. Nobody's called me beautiful. I like that."
"Yeah?" He crawled into the bed, hovering over you, caging you in. "You must be with some stupid people because you are gorgeous." His fingers touched your hair, his eyes staring into yours with an intensity that made you squirm.
His fingers tugged at the bows that kept the bikini top on, pulling the yellow fabric away from your chest. His eyes flicked down to it and stayed there. Big, warm hands pushed you flat on your back before they cupped your tits reverently. He squeezed them a little, pushing them together, then looked back up at you. Keeping eye contact, he leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
His tongue swirled around it and you arched, breathing out on a sigh. He moved from breast to breast, sucking and licking your nipples, biting the soft flesh around them, too. A sharp little nip made you gasp and jerk and he licked the spot in apology, looking back up at you.
He crawled higher up your body to kiss you, hips getting between your thighs, one hand leaning his weight on the bed near your head. His kisses just confirmed the sex god status you'd suspected and you squirmed under him, just to feel all the places where his weight was leaning into you. He kissed away from your mouth, down to your jaw, then your throat. Exploration found that sweet spot you had just behind your jaw and below your ear. Shivers spilled down your spine as pathetic little needy sounds escaped your mouth and your hands came up to clasp at his back, fingers digging into his lats. He smiled against your skin before he sucked gently at the area again.
You lifted your hips with a little cry, trying to rub against him for friction. He made a pleased sound but started back down your body. His hands came to your hips to hold them still as he went back to worshiping your chest. Slow kisses moved further downward, over your tummy as he slipped off the bed to the floor. His hands got busy, tugging the strings to your bikini bottom until the bows unraveled and he could tug the scrap of fabric out from under you, tossing it aside.
Ari on his knees between your legs was a revelation. You couldn't help but stare as he kissed down along your hip, then across your pelvis. He reached up to push his hair back, one eye looking up at you. You sucked in a breath, getting wound tighter and tighter as he approached your pussy. He flashed you a smile as he pressed a sweet little kiss on your mound.
He hugged one thigh to him and pushed the other out to open you up. He kissed along the outer lips of your pussy, then nipped along the inside of your thighs, ratcheting the tension higher. When his tongue finally touched the slick valley between your thighs your head fell back against the bed with a little moan. He gave it a wet, open-mouthed kiss that let him explore from your opening upward, then settled on your clit.
He stared up at you, tongue lapping and swirling, flickering back and forth over the little bundle of nerves. He closed his lips over it and sucked and your head fell back again, arms above it in complete surrender. All the little noises he coaxed out of you got louder and more intense as he worked. Your hips jerked and he gripped them gently, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.
He pulled back a bit and spit on your folds, fingers rubbing it against your clit and you squirmed, giving a strangled little sound. His hands pushed your thighs back and flat, going back to sucking and licking at you like it was his damn job.
Once he was sure you'd keep your legs open he reached up with one hand to slip his fingers into your mouth and you mimicked his rhythm around the tips with your tongue. When he took them back he played with a nipple, slick digits stroking feather-light before he pinched and rolled it between them and his thumb.
His other hand moved between your legs, a finger slipping inside you easily. He moved in and out, slowly at first, then faster, adding another and canting them up to catch your G spot. You couldn't help the sound that came out of your mouth then, hands slapping down on either side of your body to curl in the duvet. You kept lifting your head so you could watch, but then he'd send electricity shooting up your spine and it would fall back again.
He sped up, fingering you fast and hard enough to get your tits rocking a little. He licked and sucked at you like a fiend and you writhed under him as your orgasm crashed over you, loud little cries of his name spilling from your mouth like a melisma.
He eased up, then pulled back entirely, wiping his mouth and beard with his hand, both wet with your juices. Standing, he pushed his swim shorts down over his hips and lower. His dick sprang out and slapped his stomach and your mouth practically watered. Long and thick with a cut head that was wet with precum. He had no tan lines, all the same shade of golden bronze the sun had made him. You sat up happily and maneuvered onto your hands and knees at the edge of the bed. He put his hand on the back of your head as you took him into the warm cave of your mouth, just resting, not restraining you.
The weight of him on your tongue made you groan and you bobbed your head to take as much of him as was comfortable, hands coming up to stroke the rest of him and play with his balls at the same time. Precum leaked over your tongue and you swallowed while making a happy sound. He chuckled softly and pet your hair, curving his big hand over the contour of your head affectionately. "Yeah? Good?"
You looked up at him and deliberately made your eyes wide and innocent, watching it hit him like a blow to the head, his face going slack with lust and a deep groan coming from his chest. You managed a muffled, "Mm-hmm," and then really went to work. Each dip of your head took more and more of him in, little choking sounds escaping your lips as you got him to the edge of your throat. He gathered your hair into a ponytail, holding it for you without forcing your head down or changing your pace. Saliva overflowed your lips and you used it to slick the rest of his cock and even down to his balls. Every now and then, you'd pull back and spit on him, rubbing it along his length, until your hands on him almost felt as wet as your mouth.
You knew your limits and you took him there, just edging down into your actual esophagus with the tip and no further. The urge to choke tapped insistently at the back of your awareness, along with the contractions of your stomach muscles. Your gag reflex wasn't particularly sensitive but Ari was a little bit bigger than your experience allowed. You pulled back with a gasp, blinking tears from your vision that spilled down your cheeks.
"Shit, beautiful," Ari murmured and used his hold on you to drag you up into a kiss, heedless of the mess your face was at the moment. "Gotta stop that for now or this'll be over before I want it to be."
You laughed and wiped the drool off your face with the back of your arm. Ari used his thumbs to gently brush away your tears, smiling at you. "Wanna go for a ride?" When you nodded he climbed on the bed, then manhandled you on top of him, clearly enjoying the squeak that produced.
You sat up straighter and bore down on him as he sank inside you. He was thicker than anyone you'd ever taken and it burned a little in the best way possible. You braced your hands on his glorious chest and started rolling your hips in a sinuous undulation that shifted him back and forth inside you. You lifted up and went back down on every back sway, aiming for and finding the spot way up near your cervix that nobody ever seemed to hit.
He stared up at you the whole time, his hands wandering your body and occasionally gripping your hips but letting you be in charge. His cheeks were flushed and that just made his blue eyes that much brighter. You whimpered and mewled through it with zero concept of pride, not caring how pathetic and cockdrunk you sounded as long as that end shimmering in the distance found you.
The closer it got, the faster your hips went until you were writhing on top of him. He curled those big hands around the back and sides of your head, bringing you down to touch foreheads. It was the most intense eye contact you'd ever experienced period, let alone during sex. "You gonna come?" he asked, voice quiet.
"Uh-huh."
"Yeah? Gonna soak my dick, sweetheart?"
"Uh-huh, yes, please, please…" You couldn't help begging, eyelids fluttering as your eyes rolled back in your head. The orgasm drew up high to tower over you before crashing down like a tsunami, leaving you to shout your way through it, hips losing all rhythm.
Ari cursed and grabbed them hard enough that you knew you'd have some marks the next day. The idea made you warm and squirmy inside. He held you still and planted his feet on the mattress, jackhammering up into you hard and fast.
You cried out as you felt another swell rising in the distance before your first orgasm had even finished. You closed your eyes against the bright blue of his, the potency of his gaze threatening to catapult you into that second climax too soon.
"Oh, my God!"
He watched you, laser-focused on every microexpression. You shook your head, not exactly sure what you were denying but Ari seemed to know, nodding in counterpoint. "Come on, honey, you can give me one more."
You whined and squeezed him tight in automatic reaction but shook your head again.
"Oh, I think you can," he practically purred. "Come on, gimme just one more, there's my sweet girl, cum for me."
You whimpered his name, eyelashes wet with tears as you shook apart on top of him, fluid gushing out of you in one of the most intense orgasms you'd ever experienced. He let out an actual growl and thrust up into you faster, losing his rhythm as he chased his end. He dragged you down and shoved up into you, holding you there as he came, staring up at you, mouth open as he panted.
You both hung in the moment, suspended in bliss before you collapsed down against his chest like a fallen tree. "Oh, my God," you repeated, face buried against his neck.
He laughed a little, breathless, and nodded in agreement, hands running up and down your back, warm and soothing. After long moments of afterglow, Ari asked, "How long is your vacation?"
"Three weeks," you murmured sleepily, fingers toying with a lock of his hair. It was just as silky as you'd imagined it to be and you made a mental note to check out what conditioner he used before you left.
"Hmm. Three weeks. That's a long time. Need company?"
You pushed yourself up to see his face, smiling slowly. "Why? You offering?"
He grinned up at you and it was like the sun shining, bright and happy. "I'm offering." He kissed your forehead. "Asking." The tip of your nose. "Begging." The corner of your mouth. You giggled and he squeezed around your middle in a hug.
You gave him a sweet, closed-mouth kiss, letting your eyes close as you lingered. "I think we could work something out. Wouldn't want you to be lonely."
He chuckled and drew you back down into a kiss that was much less chaste than the one before, settling in for a lazy makeout session. After all, the day was just getting started.
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