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)
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?
Chapter Warnings: SMUT - praise, dumbification, a bit of degradation (nothing crazy), unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), forced multiple orgasms, rough sex, dirty talk (ari is filthy), anal play, mention of anal sex, breeding kink/creampie kink.
Word Count: 5500
The beautiful divider is by @firefly-graphics
You wake up slowly, feeling slightly disoriented. When you try to move, a weight around your waist stops you. You open your eyes, realizing that you're facing the back wall that's up against the bed, and when you look down you realize what the heavy thing around your midriff is.
Ari's strong arm is draped over your waist, and it's not until then you realize that you also feel his chest pressed up against your back. You can feel his hot breath at the back of your neck, that's how close he is.
You're pretty sure he's still asleep, he might not even be aware he's doing it, but you can't help yourself. You press yourself the tiniest bit into him, relishing in his embrace, and when his arm tightens around you, you let out a content sigh.
He says nothing, but his hand moves back to pull at the duvet until it covers you as well, and then his arm goes back to wrap around you, this time under the soft cover. He pulls you closer, curling into you more with his upper body, his beard scratching your skin when he nuzzles his face into the back of your neck.
You release a shaky breath, butterflies swarming around your stomach as you relish in his closeness. You carefully move your arm until it's draped over his, your hand resting on top of his own.
You close your eyes again, preparing to go back to sleep since Ari is seemingly not too concerned about getting back on the road anytime soon. You feel warm and content, safe in his arms, and your relaxed state is making you sleepy all over again. It's been a while since you've felt safe when falling asleep.
But your eyes pop open suddenly when you feel his fingers move under yours. It's careful, hesitant, first his pointer finger moves against yours, and then his middle does the same. You lie still for a moment, unsure if he's fallen back asleep and this is just a tick because of dreaming, but then you feel it again.
You carefully curl your own fingers over the length of his, brushing them carefully, a touch thats barely there, to see if you get a response.
You do.
You can feel it as he spreads his fingers a little wider before the back of his hand presses into your palm, and like on instinct, you link your fingers with his.
He releases a quiet sigh against the back of your neck, pulling your entwined hands flush against your chest, making you press your back further into his chest.
It feels like you're electrified, like fireworks are going off in your belly. Your eyes close again, it's almost like if they're not open then it won't be real and you don't have to think about whether what is happening is okay.
You want it to happen, it feels so fucking good to have him this close, but you're also not sure if it even means anything. Ari is a truck driver, he's probably lonely most of the time, and perhaps he just likes to have another body close to him. Doesn't matter who that body belongs to.
But then you feel movement under you when Ari's other arm snakes under your pillow to pull himself even closer, despite it barely being possible. And then you feel as he curls his arm until his fingers brush against your forehead, smoothing over your hair.
His fingertips rub your scalp, making you let out another happy sigh, and in turn, his arm around your waist squeezes you a little tighter.
You tense a little when he speaks, worried he's going to want to stop, that he's changed his mind. But his words are a soft whisper, making you relax in his arms again when you hear them.
"You're beautiful. I hope you never doubt that again."
You smile, choosing to keep your eyes closed and not speak right away in fear it might make you wake up from this wonderful dream. Your fingers hold his a little tighter before you raise his hand to your lips, turning it over so you can press a kiss to his palm.
You whisper against his skin, "And that's coming from you."
You know it's not a dream when you hear his tired chuckle, his breath hitting the back of your neck, and then you almost let out a whimper when you feel his beard brush against your skin, his lips leaving a hesitant kiss.
You try to press into him more in response, but his chest is already flush against your back. You move your hips, wiggling them backwards to try and fit into where his legs are curled towards you. You were close already, but not close enough, his hips held back at an angle that's annoying you at this point. You want to be closer, feel his warmth against you all over your body.
You scoot your ass backwards to reach him, but then an annoyed sound leave your lips when he suddenly moves his hand out of your grasp to grip your hip, stopping you.
"Don't," he whispers, his voice deep and gruff from sleep, "Stay where you are."
"Why?" You whine quietly, wiggling your hips again, which only makes his fingers dig deeper into your skin.
"Sugar, you gotta stay where you are. Don't come closer."
You huff out an annoyed breath, frowning with your eyes closed, "But I want to be closer. I'm cold."
Ari chuckles, a deep, hoarse sound, "It's 100 degrees outside."
"But it isn't in here," you pout, "The aircon is on."
"I'll go turn it off then."
You can feel the bed dipping behind you as Ari starts to get up, but you quickly take his hand to pull him back down, "No, don't go, please."
You tug him into you, making him let out a surprised laugh as he practically crashes into your back.
Both of your hands grip his right arm, one placed on his forearm as the other holds on to his firm bicep, forcing him to lean his weight into you.
You hear him huff, trying to pull back a little but you don't relent, gripping him tighter.
"Sugar," he husks, his voice sounding strained, "You need to let me move back a little."
"Why?" You plead again, "I want you close."
"But-"
"But what?" You suddenly exclaim, turning onto your back to look at him.
He's leaning on his left forearm, looking down at you, his long hair falling over his eyes. His cheeks are slightly flushed, the color rushing down to his chest, and you let your eyes follow it, lingering on his firm pecks and the dusting of hair covering it. The duvet has slipped off during your antics, no longer covering him, and you can't stop yourself from taking in his full form.
Your gaze move down his chest, to his soft abs that are flexing at the angle he's lying in, and then they move further down, following the trail of hair below his belly button. When your eyes follow his happy trail even further, your breath hitches.
So that's why he didn't want to be closer.
Your eyes widen slightly at the large imprint in his briefs, his cock clearly hard as it's hidden behind the fabric.
Ari follows your eyeline and immediately grabs the comforter, pulling it up to cover his lower half.
Your throat goes dry when your eyes dart back up to meet his. His are apologetic, a small furrow to his brows, and the shade on his cheeks is even redder than before.
After a few seconds, he turns around, swinging his legs over the side of the bed as he sits up with his back to you.
His hand goes to the back of his neck, making his bicep bulge out. He rubs his neck as he mumbles, "I'm sorry, it just.. It just happens. Doesn't mean anythin'.."
You can't help but feel a pang of disappointment at that.
You sit up as well, your hand reaching out to touch his shoulder blade. His skin is hot to the touch and you let your fingers trail down his back gently as you whisper, "It doesn't?"
He shakes his head, keeping his eyes downcast when he clears his throat, "No, uh, you know how it is.. Just happens sometimes.."
"Randomly? Doesn't matter who it is?" You whisper quietly, your eyes hopeful as you watch him from behind.
He looks over his shoulder, cerulean eyes meeting yours, "What are ya askin' me, sugar?"
"Are you attracted to me?"
The words spill out like word vomit, but you wouldn't want to hold them back even if you could. You want to know if you've been imagining it, you want to know if he wants you as much as you want him.
Ari scoffs, shaking his head before he turns his back to you once again, "Stop being dumb."
Dumb.
Last time he called you that, you were offended. This time however, it shoots an electric shock through your body, straight to your core.
Your palm flattens on his back, sliding over his shoulder as you inch closer to him, whispering, "So you don't like me being dumb?"
Ari tenses under your touch, his eyes following your hand when it slides down to his bicep.
"Sugar, what are you doin'?"
"Feeling you," you whisper, moving closer again until you can touch him with your other hand as well. Both of your hands slide down his arms before they move under his armpits to his chest, placing both of your palms flat on his firm pecks. You lean your chest into his back, your face tucking into the crook of his neck, "You feel good.."
Ari doesn't say a word, but he watches your hands on his pecs, how your fingers press experimentally on the soft muscles.
"Want me to stop?" You whisper against his skin, "I can stop if you don't want this.. If you don't want me.."
"No," he immediately replies, "Don't stop. I do want you.."
Excitement runs through you, making you nuzzle your face into his neck. You start kissing his soft skin, hesitantly at first, but when you hear a quiet groan leave his lips, you let your tongue taste him as well.
"Fuckin' hell," he groans when your teeth nip at his neck, "Sweetheart, you sure about this?"
"Mhmm," you hum, sucking on his skin.
"No, give me real words," he demands sternly, "'Cus once you get me started I won't want to stop. I gotta know you mean it. You want this?"
"Yes," you breathe out against his neck, "I want this, Ari. I want you." You punctuate your sentence by giving his pecs a firm squeeze and it's all the confirmation he needs.
He stands up from the bed, making your hands drop to your lap as you look up at him with pleading eyes.
He takes a deep breath, his large hand reaching out to cup your cheek, "You're so fuckin' beautiful."
You gasp when he suddenly leans down, planting his lips on yours as he crawls onto the bed. You let him take charge, your body landing on the mattress as he looms over you, lips expertly moving over your own.
His thumb caresses your cheek as he kisses you deeper, tongue teasing at the seam of your lips. You part them immediately, moaning when his tongue finds yours, the hand on your cheek trailing down your neck to your chest.
His fingers find your t-shirt before he starts tugging on it. He leans back to lift it over your head, letting out a deep exhale when he realizes you're not wearing a bra.
"Jesus christ," he mumbles, large warm hands immediately groping your breasts. He kneads them, eyes locked onto the soft flesh before they flit to yours when you let out a moan.
He holds eye contact as his fingers rub and tug on your nipples, giving them a squeeze. Ari's lips lift into a smirk when you whine, his fingers repeating the action.
He leans down, placing gentle kisses over your collarbones before he reaches your breasts, lips wrapping around one of your nipples as his fingers toy with the other.
"Ari," you breathe out, your fingers tangling in his long hair, "Fuck."
Ari hums against your skin, tongue swirling around your nipple before his teeth nip at it. Your hips buck up at the feeling, it's making you needier, and Ari notices.
His lips move to your other nipple, giving it equal attention, and then he slowly starts moving down your body, his tongue wetting your skin as he goes.
His hands find the waist of your jersey shorts, fingers curling around it as he starts tugging them down, over your hips. You help, lifting off the bed to get them off faster, but as soon as they're down to your thighs, Ari stills his movements.
"Sugar," he growls, the sound rumbling deep in his chest, "What the fuck is this?"
He looks up at you through thick lashes, strands of hair falling in front of his stern face as his eyes burn into yours.
Your cheeks heat up immediately, squeezing your thighs together.
"W-what?"
"Why aren't you wearin' panties, hm? Where'd they go?"
"I-uhm," you stutter, wanting to hide away from his scrutinizing stare, "I didn't have any more clean ones, I haven't for a while.."
"What?" he exclaims, his brows raising, "You mean you were bare last night, sleepin' in here all alone, while I was out there? You mean this sweet little cunt was all over my sheets last night and I didn't even know?"
Then realization washes over his face as he whispers, "This morning you walked out and sat with me in your sleepshirt.."
"Mhmm," you reply with a small nod, your face burning up, "It's not my fault, I didn't have anywhere to wash them.."
Ari groans loudly, his eyes turning dark and dangerous as they move over your almost naked body, "You're gonna be the fuckin' death of me, sugar."
He rips the shorts down your legs, tossing them aside carelessly before his large hands grip your thighs, spreading you wide.
He licks his lips as his eyes lock on your weeping cunt, already soaked just from being in his vicinity. You could even tell you were dripping earlier, just from him being pressed up against you.
"Such a pretty pussy," he whispers, his lips pressing sloppy kisses to the inside of your thigh, "And such a pretty girl, can't believe I get to have you all to myself.."
His tongue darts out, licking a stripe up your thigh until he reaches your core. He licks a greedy stripe up your slit, tongue flat against you, a moan rumbling out of him immediately.
"Taste so fucking sweet," he moans again before he dives in, tongue lapping over your folds hungrily.
You jolt up as you gasp, your hands tangling in his hair again, "Oh shit, Ari!"
He groans against your pussy, eating you out like a man starved, shoving his entire face into your wetness. His beard scratches your sensitive skin as his lips wrap around your clit, tongue flicking it furiously.
"Ah!" you cry, hips bucking up at the sensation, "Fuck, oh god!"
Ari doesn't let up, your moans only make him hungrier, your juices are like an aphrodisiac to him and he already knows he'll never get enough.
His hands keep you spread completely wide, giving him easy acces to your sobbing core, his tongue diving into your needy whole greedily.
All you can hear are how wet you are, the noises his tongue makes as it moves over your pussy, and his loud, sinful moans.
When your back lifts from the bed due to a particularly cruel stroke of his tongue, you realize he's grinding against the bed in tune with his moans and it only fuels your desire for him.
He sucks and licks at your clit, teasing it ruthlessly as he suddenly dives two fingers inside you. You cry out, fingers tightening in his hair when he starts pumping his fingers into your wet channel, making you see stars.
"Ari, fuck, I'm gonna come!" You sob, your mind turning fuzzy from the pleasure, "Oh god, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna-daddy!"
You wail as your orgasm crashes into you, your body shaking under him as his tongue keeps working you over, your juices squirting out around his fingers lewdly. He groans deeply when they cover his chin and beard, turning feral as he continues to eat you out.
You don't even realize what you called him, but it made him hard as a fucking rock, and he needs you to do it again.
He doesn't stop, continues his wonderful torture even when you whine and push at his head.
"Not stopping," he growls against your pussy, adding a third finger to your tight hole, "Need one more, come on pretty baby. Come for daddy."
You let out a loud gasp as another orgasm crashes into you, the aftershocks from the first one still consuming your body. Your entire body tenses up, your breathing stops as it explodes inside you, and then you breathe in deeply once it washes over you.
You're panting and whimpering as you come down from your high, faintly aware of Ari as he slips his fingers out of you and licks them off, eyes roaming over your shivering body.
"Mmh, taste so sweet, sugar," Ari grins, making a show of cleaning his fingers with his mouth, "Guess that really is a fittin' nickname, hm?"
You're too spent to do anything but giggle tiredly, your cheeks and chest flushed as your body feels relaxed and pliant.
Ari spreads your thighs with his hands again when you try to close them, looking down at your sensitive core, "You made a mess on my sheets, honey. Such a dumb baby, makin' a stupid mess on daddy's sheets. Now we gotta go wash 'em tomorrow."
"Then we can," you breathe out, trying to catch your breath, "We can wash my panties too, daddy."
Ari tuts, "Now why would we do that, hm baby? You think daddy's gonna want you wearin' panties? Nuhuh, from now on, panties are banned from this truck, you hear me?"
You giggle deliriously as you nod, making Ari grin, "Atta girl."
His hands wrap around your thighs, thumbs stroking your skin as his smile turns softer, "How you feelin' sweetheart? Up for some more?"
Your hands reach out for him as you lay on the bed, "Yes daddy, more. Please."
"Okay sweet girl," Ari hums as he crawls between your spread thighs, "Can't resist you when you ask so nicely. I'll give you anything you want."
He pushes his briefs down, tossing them aside just like he did with your shorts, before he's sitting on his haunches between your thighs.
Ari leans over your body, arms caging you in, his lips landing on yours in a hungry kiss, swiping his tongue into your mouth and making you taste yourself on him.
"Taste so good, don't you, sugar?" Ari mumbles into the kiss.
You tangle your fingers in his soft locks, tugging on them as you nod.
Ari chuckles, "Mmh, yeah you do. Gonna have to have another taste soon. But right now I gotta get inside that pretty pussy a'yours, don't think I'll survive another second without you wrapped around me."
You gasp into his mouth when you feel the thick head of his cock prodding at your entrance, rubbing through your folds.
Ari smears his cock in your wetness, pushing it up to nudge your clit and down to tease at your needy hole.
"You want it, baby?" he leans down to whisper in your ear, "Want daddy's cock?"
"Yes daddy," you breathe out, "Please, need your cock."
You whine when he slowly starts pushing inside you, the stretch burning as soon as he enters. He's thick, and long, and three fingers were definitely not enough to prepare you for him.
Your hands grip his shoulders as you tense up at the intrusion, your eyes squeezing shut tightly.
"Shh," Ari coos in your ear, nuzzling his face into your neck, "It's alright. Relax for me, sweetheart. You can take it, I know you can."
He keeps pushing inside, slowly, and you breathe in deeply to relax around him.
"That's my good girl," he whispers as he places kisses on your cheek and the corner of your mouth, "Good job honey, doing so well for me."
You moan when he goes deeper, the burn turning into a dull pain as the pleasure slowly overtakes it. Ari groans into your ear when he bottoms out, making your stomach flutter.
You're so full, you don't think you've ever felt like this before. It feels like there's not a single inch of space left, his mushroom tip hitting your cervix whenever he moves his hips, even slightly.
"You okay?" He whispers in your ear, but you can tell he's struggling from the strain in his voice.
He pulls back slowly, almost all the way out, before he pushes back in with a little more force.
Ari's head drops on your shoulder as he hisses, "Jesus christ.."
You whimper when he starts to slowly thrust into you, his cock dragging against your walls, making you feel every vein and throb of his thick length.
"God, you're so tight, you're grippin' me so fuckin' tight, shit," Ari moans as he slowly picks up pace, thrusting into you with more vigor.
His lips find yours, devouring you in a messy kiss, your saliva mixing as your tongues meet. His teeth dig into your bottom lip, tugging on it as his thrusts get harder, your moans mixing in the kiss.
"So good," he grunts, cock sliding in and out of your wet heat quicker, "So fuckin' good, you feel fuckin' amazing, baby. Taking me so well, fuck."
Your nails rake down his back as his hands grip the sheet, a rumbling growl bubbling up in his chest, and when your eyes meet his again, they're dark, the blue almost completely swallowed out by his pupils.
He leans back and pulls out of you suddenly, flipping you over on the mattress. You land on your stomach, barely even having time to react before he straddles the back of your thighs.
"Look at this," he moans as his hands grope your ass cheeks, "So beautiful, you're so fuckin' beautiful sugar. A fuckin' work of art."
You would have gotten flustered at his sweet words if you'd had time, but you don't. Because as soon as he finishes his sentence, he starts sinking his heavy cock into your tight channel, stretching you open again.
He groans as he slides in, keeping your cheeks spread so he can watch the whole thing, and you don't miss the wet sound your pussy makes as he bottoms out.
He grinds his hips into yours, making his cock nudge your cervix. You whine, your fingers gripping the sheets, while Ari lets out a deep groan. "Fuuck, that's it. God damn it you feel good, sugar. This is the best pussy I've ever fuckin' had, jesus. I'll never fuckin' get enough a'you."
He starts pushing and pulling, his throbbing cock moving against your tight walls. His pace is slow at first, teasing his way inside, but he gradually picks up pace, his thrusts turning harder.
"So good," he moans as he starts to fuck you in earnest, his cock spearing into you, "So perfect, perfect, perfect."
He punctuates his last word with a hard thrust and a smack to your ass, making you yelp. Then he growls when he starts rutting into you, thrusts turning frenzied, leaning over you to cover your back with his large frame.
"Fuck, you're so fucking tight," Ari grunts as he slams his cock into you over and over again. The wet squelching sounds coming from your pussy as he shoves himself inside you are obscene, they're the only sounds you can focus on in this small space besides Ari's loud moans.
His fingers dig into your hips, sure to leave bruises by tomorrow, his heavy weight draped over your body as you lie face down in the mattress.
His beard scratches your neck as he nuzzles his face into it, his deep moans directly in your ear, your whines muffled as your cheek is pressed into the pillow.
"Such a sweet little cunt, sugar," he moans, rutting into you faster, "Pussy's just swallowin' me up, suckin' me right back in whenever I try to pull out. Fuckin' hell."
You cry out when he hits a particularly deep spot, making your toes curl as your walls clench around his thick cock.
Ari groans loudly, his teeth nipping at your neck, "Yeah, you like that? You like how my cock feels, hm? Tell me, sugar. Tell me how you feel."
"S-so good, daddy, fuck, you're so deep, ah!"
Ari growls against your neck, pumping his cock inside you with deep, calculated strokes, "That's right, takin' me so well, baby. Takin' my cock like a fuckin' champ, barely even tryin' to run away from me. You like daddy's cock, huh? Like bein' stretched out by my fat cock, honey?"
You sob and nod, your cheek rubbing against the pillow.
Ari chuckles, "What, too dumb to speak? You cock drunk already, sugar? Can't answer daddy even when he asks you a simple question?"
He straightens back up, ramming into you from the back, his palm landing flat on your ass as he spanks you in quick succession, your cheek stinging from the impact.
"God, this fuckin' ass," he growls, fingers digging into your plump flesh, spreading your cheeks apart, "And this little cunt. It's a tight fit but daddy made it work, hm? You take me fuckin' perfectly, such a good girl, sweetheart."
Ari spits between your cheeks, his saliva dripping down from your puckered hole to where he's spearing into you. His thumb finds your tight rim, rubbing over it until you wail into the pillow.
"Mmh, you like that, huh? You ever been fucked up here, sugar? Ever had a cock in your ass before?"
You gasp when his thumb pushes inside, slowly and teasing the edge, your mind clearing enough to let you shake your head.
"No? That's too bad, bet you'd look fuckin' beautiful with my cock shoved in there, stretchin' you out. But then again, you're already all stretched out around daddy's cock, aren't you sugar?"
He punctuates his words with a few hard thrusts, your pussy fluttering around his cock as tears spill from your eyes.
Ari coos, "Aw, you gonna come already, sweetheart? You're just a dumb baby, huh? Can't even let daddy fuck you for five minutes before you're comin' all over his cock."
He leans over you again, the thumb in your ass moving deeper as his free hand brushes the tears off your cheeks, "Spillin' all your pretty tears for me, honey? You just a dumb baby, cryin' because you can't handle daddy's cock? Want daddy to stop, hm?"
His mocking tone makes you shudder, but when his pace slows, you whine, "N-no daddy, please! Don't stop, please, love your cock!"
"Oh, we're back to full sentences now, hm?" Ari grunts as he picks up pace, "Guess I'm not doin' a good enough job, then."
He grits his teeth as he slams into you, your ass bouncing every time his hips meet yours. His thick cock fills you to the brim over and over again, your entire body tensing up as you feel your orgasm hurdling towards you.
Ari feels it too when your pussy flutters around him, "C'mon pretty baby, come for daddy. Make a stupid mess on my cock, sweetheart."
You cry out when the orgasm hits you like a freight train, your pussy convulsing as you tense up under him.
Ari hisses and groans loudly, hips stuttering, "Fuck! Grippin' me so fuckin' tight, I can't-ah!"
He growls as he comes undone, his warmth filling your insides and only adding to your pleasure.
But then he doesn't stop, he keeps going, the wet noises coming from your pussy even louder now.
"Gonna pump you full of my fuckin' cum, honey. Take it, fuckin' take it. Take all of my cum, gonna make you so full of me you won't even be able to walk, fuckin' hell. This little cunt is fuckin' magic."
You feel your mixed cum dripping down onto the mattress below you as he keeps pumping into you sloppily, filling you to the brim just like he promised, his hands now digging into your ass as he watches his seed spill out around his cock.
He grinds into you, pushing his hips flush against yours with a moan, "So fuckin' good, jesus. I'm addicted to this pussy."
You whimper quietly, and that's what finally snaps him out of his heated trance. He leans over your body, his hands next to your head before he lies down on top of you, cock still buried inside you.
He's panting heavily as he envelops you, his chest flush to your back, and then his lips find your cheek.
"Did so well for me, sweetheart," he whispers against your cheek, placing soft kisses on your skin, "So good. So proud of you."
His arms wrap around you until he can move you onto your side, him lying behind you, ensuring his cock stays inside. His hands land on your chest and stomach, holding you close to him as he whispers in your ear, "Gonna need to stay inside you a little bit, okay baby? You feel too good, can't pull out just yet."
"Okay daddy," you whisper breathlessly, pressing your body into his.
He grabs hold of the duvet, draping it over you to keep you warm as he nuzzles his face into your neck, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin.
"That's my good girl."
You wake up when the truck door slams shut, your eyes slowly fluttering open.
You squint as Ari moves into your vision, dressed in his denim jeans and an unbuttoned flannel shirt, flowing in the air as he moves.
He smiles softly when your eyes meet his, "Hi sweet girl. How are ya feelin'?"
You groan as you stretch your limbs on the mattress, rolling onto your back.
Ari chuckles as he crawls onto the bed, holding something in one of his hands, "That bad, huh?"
"No," you mumble, your brows furrowing when he pulls the duvet off your naked body, "Not bad, just a little sore."
Ari's face falls as he spreads your thighs, kneeling between them, "I'm sorry, sugar. Didn't mean to hurt you.."
His eyes drop to your core and you gasp when something warm and wet lands on your puffy folds.
"You didn't hurt me, Ari," you whisper in response when you realize he went to get a wet cloth to clean you up, "I liked it. It's just been a while, and.." You trail off as your stomach flutters with excitement, your eyes trailing over how big and beefy he looks, kneeling between your thighs in just an open shirt and jeans.
"And?" he asks, glancing up at you as he gently swipes the cloth over your pussy.
Your cheeks flush as your eyes lock with his, "You're really big.."
Ari chuckles again, his hair falling over his eyes as he shakes his head, "I appreciate the compliment, sweetheart. But I still shouldn't be makin' you hurt."
"It's alright," you reply as he finishes, covering you with the duvet again, "It was worth it."
"Yeah?" Ari grins, tossing the cloth aside.
"Absolutely," you respond, smiling widely as your hands reach out for him.
"One second, sugar," Ari says as he stands up and drops the shirt from his shoulders before he starts tugging off his jeans, "Gotta get these off, then I'll cuddle you for as long as you want."
Once his jeans are off, leaving him in all his naked glory, he crawls under the covers and wraps himself around you, holding you close.
He places kisses on your collarbones as his arms are wrapped around you and you lie on your back, his beard a comforting tickle on your skin. He places his head on your chest, nimble fingers drawing invisible shapes on your exposed breast.
"You're fuckin' amazing, you know that?" he whispers against your skin, making your stomach do a flip.
"So are you," you respond quietly, your fingers running through his long strands, nails scratching his scalp.
You both fall asleep like that, holding each other close in the back of his truck.
And you try to push away the thought that in just a few days, you'll reach New York City, and he'll leave you there as he continues on.
Summary: Checking in with Trucker!Ari and Sugar, about a year after she goes back for him.
A/N: A little drabble on our two lovebirds! I figured perhaps it was time I showed you guys just exactly how big beefy trucker Ari would ask his girl to be exactly that - all his, for the rest of his life. And as expected, it really isn't anything special. But it's all Ari. And the only thing that matters to him is his Sugar.
You're sitting in a lawn chair next to the truck, flipping through a magazine while Ari is off filling the tank.
It's hot today, but not unbearable, which makes it the perfect time to work on your non-existent tan. You're eating a bag of jellybeans that's almost finished as you read through the articles.
Ten signs he's into you
How to get his attention
Get a beach body in 30 days
You flip through the pages, rolling your eyes at how half the articles have recipes for desserts and treats, while all the ads are for fad diets or guides on how to lose weight.
To be honest, you only bought the magazine because it's all they had at the convenience store in the lot, and you weren't in the mood to read Ari's copy of Jane Eyre again.
You really need to buy some books, soon. Especially for days like this.
You know for a fact it doesn't take this long to refill the tank. You know this, because you've been with Ari for over a year now, and it only rarely ever takes this long. You also know exactly why it is taking this long, today.
Your eyes lift from your magazine to look across the lot, just to confirm your suspicion.
Whenever you're at a truck stop that's one of Ari's regular places, he always takes such a long time to fill the tank. Or to get supplies. Or to do just about anything.
You chuckle to yourself when you spot him standing around with a group of men, a bottle of beer in his hand and a cigarette between his lips. One of the men, whom you recognize from past encounters, says something to the group, and Ari immediately throws his head back, letting out a rumbling laugh that carries through the parking lot.
You slide your sunglasses down the bridge of your nose to look at him over the brim, eyes trailing over his form. He's shirtless, undoubtedly to both maintain that delectable tan color of his skin as well as to assert himself. None of the others come even remotely close to him.
Most of them have small bellies, and they don't seem as.. well groomed, as Ari. They may be around the same age but they still look much older, jeans fitting a little too tight and hair not as thick.
You tilt your head, eyes trailing over how Ari's abs flex as he leans back on the half wall surrounding the lot, one arm resting on top of it.
You recognize the other guy, the one that made him laugh, and he might be the only other guy in the vicinity who could come close to Ari.
His name is Curtis, you've bumped into him a few times by now, and he's nice. Always treats you kindly, with respect even, which is not always something you've experienced. Everyone who meets you and Ari know there's a power imbalance there, they can tell you're much younger, and it's made for some awkward encounters once in a while.
But you always brush it off. You don't care about what anyone else thinks; all you care about is Ari and how happy he makes you.
Curtis' eyes find yours for a moment before he mumbles something to Ari, who turns his head to look in your direction. He grins widely, making you quirk a brow at him as he says something to the group.
Before you know it, all five men are walking in your direction, Ari taking a final drag of his cigarette before he tosses it on the ground.
You push your sunglasses back up your nose, pretending not to notice them as they walk towards you, returning to your reading.
What to do to drive him wild in bed
You smirk, immediately marking the page so you'll be able to easily find it later, and right as you do, you hear a familiar voice.
"Hiya sugar," Ari says, making you look up at him. He walks the rest of the way towards you, a dazzling smile on his face, "Stayin' hydrated in the heat?"
You shrug, looking up at Ari as he stands before you, Curtis standing next to him and the remaining three men standing a little behind them, but all eyes are trained on you.
"I had some water earlier."
"Mmh, that's good," Ari hums, turning to look at the other men, "Guys, go grab some chairs and beers. Come sit with us. We're stayin' for the day."
The others nod and walk off, Curtis offering you a smile before he walks in the direction of his truck. The second you're alone, Ari turns back to you, "C'mon sugar, stand up for me for a second."
You chuckle, knowing exactly why he's asking you to get up, closing your magazine and getting up from your chair with a smirk, "Why do I need to get up?"
"You know why," Ari grins, grabbing your hand and tugging you to him before he places a quick kiss on your lips. He turns you both around and places himself in the chair, pulling you down to sit in his lap once he's seated.
His arms move around your waist, palms landing on your stomach as you lean your back against his chest. His slender fingers find the magazine in your hand, immediately opening it and flipping through the pages, "Anythin' excitin' in here?"
"Mhmm," you hum, shifting in his lap to get more comfortable, "Flip to that marked page."
You can feel his chest hair against the nape of your neck, your head leaning back until you can rest it on his shoulder. He hands you his beer, and you take a sip while he finds the article you've marked.
"What to do to drive him wild in bed," Ari reads, humming as he nods, "Interesting. Did you write this article, sugar?"
Ari smirks at you, making you giggle, "Hmm, no, but I figured it was worth a look. See if there's anything in there I haven't done to you yet."
"Doubt it," Ari snorts, quickly scanning through it, "Ain't nothin' in here that's as fun as what we do, baby."
You chuckle, your free hand finding his fingers, playing with them gently, "Nah, we're pretty good at it."
"Yeah, we are," Ari mumbles, taking a sip of beer when you direct the bottle to his lips.
You smile when the others walk back to your little spot with their chairs, immediately placing more beers on the ground before they sit down to make all of you sit in a circle.
One of the men looks at you, his gaze lingering on you for a moment as you sit in Ari's lap, before he asks, "And what's your name?"
"This is sugar," Ari replies as you take another sip of his beer, "My wife."
You sputter, choking on your sip, before you look at Ari over your shoulder with raised brows.
The other men chuckle at your reaction, making Curtis state, "You sure about that, Levinson? Doesn't seem like she was aware."
"Uh, no," you immediately say, looking at Ari incredulously, "She wasn't."
Ari snickers, "Aw, come on. I'm too old to have a girlfriend. It's wife or roommate, you pick."
The others chuckle again, but you refuse to bite, narrowing your eyes at Ari, "Excuse me, Mr. Levinson. If you want me to be your wife, you have to ask. And, you have to get a ring. End of discussion."
"Who says I ain't already got a ring?" Ari counters, watching your tense expression.
"Well, the ring isn't for you, idiot," you grumble, pursing your lips, "It's supposed to be for me."
You glare at Ari for a moment, and he holds your stare teasingly before he lets out a chuckle, "Oh sugar, aren't you just the cutest? You want a ring, hm? Whaddaya want? A diamond? That good enough for ya?"
You snort, taking a sip of his beer before you turn back to look at the others, mumbling under your breath, "Asshole.."
Ari laughs, arms squeezing you tighter, "That's not very nice."
"Neither are you," you immediately respond, plucking the magazine from his hands, "It's not nice to tease."
"Who says I'm teasin'?"
You look at Ari over your shoulder, his eyes gleaming mischievously.
"Ari, stop," you whisper quietly, pouting slightly, "It's not funny."
"I'm not makin' any jokes here, sugar," Ari replies, tilting his head as he looks at you, "What'll it take, hm? A diamond?"
You frown, glancing shortly over at Curtis who just looks at you with a curious expression. You look back at Ari, "No, don't need a diamond. Just a ring."
"Okay," Ari nods, taking the beer from your hand to get a sip, "What else?"
"Uhm.." You glance away to gather your thoughts before looking back at him, "Honeymoon. One where I get to decide where we go."
"That I can do," Ari responds calmly, eyes holding yours intensely, "That it?"
You nod once, unsure if he's bluffing or not, "Mhm, that's it."
"Okay then," Ari states, placing a quick kiss on your cheek, "You got it, sugar."
No but what happens when there is an argument between Ari and the reader? You know, it’s a small space and lots of time together without any actual escape (honestly, who would want to escape Ari, but you know what I mean). Like, I can imagine that it gets heated in that small cabin. And I can also imagine lots and lots of sex - the angry fucking, the make-up sex and then the sweet (still filthy tho) love-making. 😏😏
Oh boy!
He wouldn't like that one bit. He has a lot of patience, especially when it comes to you, because he is truly a big cuddly bear, but trucker daddy also has his limits.
Highways & Heatstrokes drabble below!
Ari's eyes focus on the road as he drives down the highway, checking his sideview mirror more often than normal.
It's busy on the road, lots of cars weaving through traffic, and it makes him feel a bit unsettled. He normally plans his drives to avoid this kind of thing, but he was already delayed after yesterday so he didn't have much choice in the matter.
It puts him on edge, though. He doesn't want to risk anything going wrong, because for the first time ever, he has precious cargo.
Although, that precious cargo is currently sitting with her feet on his dash, mindlessly scrolling through the different radio stations, and the changing of loud sounds every few seconds is not exactly helping him keep cool.
"Just pick one, will ya?" Ari gruffs out, both hands firmly on the steering wheel, "Drivin' me crazy over here, sugar."
"But there's nothing good!" You complain, continuing to flip through the radio stations, "Why is it all commercials.."
"Sugar," Ari warns, glancing over at you, "Pick one or I'm gonna lose it. I gotta concentrate here, traffic is thick."
"Fine," you huff, settling on a station that's playing rock songs from the 70's and 80's, "There. Found you something from your youth. Did you use to listen to this while going out with your friends?"
Ari scoffs, "This is from the 70's."
"I said what I said," you chirp, your fingers starting to play with the flossed edges of your denim shorts.
Ari rolls his eyes, "Don't test me right now."
"Or what?" You quip, glancing over at him, "What are you gonna do? You're stuck driving. I'm safe."
"For now," he grumbles, rolling his shoulders back as his hands stay on the wheel, "Just wait until we pull in to stop for the night."
"Speaking of," you quickly interject, "Can that be soon? I want snacks."
Ari chuckles mockingly, "Oh, first you insinuate that I was young in the 70's, and now you want me to stop for snacks?"
"Yeah," you grin, turning your head to look at him, "I'm in the mood for something sweet."
"You really don't know how to play your cards right, do you?" Ari snorts, shaking his head, "What makes you think I'd be willing to pull over to get you snacks after you did me dirty like that?"
"Oh come on, you old grump," you giggle, eyes moving over how his jaw tenses at your words. You can tell he's on edge, and you could be nice and try to make it better, but it's just so much fun to tease him. "C'mon, let's make a stop. Get some jellybeans. It'll cheer you right up."
"Sugar," Ari sighs deeply, "You know we have to keep going!"
"Come on!" You whine loudly, huffing out an annoyed breath, "I'm bored and hungry."
"I'm warning you," Ari sneers, glancing over at you, "I'm at my wits end with you. Stop being a little brat and behave."
"Make me."
You did end up stopping to get snacks because Ari can't resist you. You know that and he does too.
What you hadn't anticipated, however, was just how much he was going to make you pay for your bratty antics.
"Is this what you wanted, hm?" Ari grunts, his large body looming over yours as he ruts into you furiously, "Just needed to be stuffed full of my cock so you'd behave?"
You whine, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you do your best to take everything he's giving you. He's ruthless, thrusting into you at a punishing pace as he has you bent in half on the mattress, your legs folded up to your chest and his heavy body holding them down.
"Answer me," Ari growls, his fingers gripping your chin harshly to force you to look up at him, "Don't ignore your daddy when he asks you a question."
Your eyes open wide, tears trailing down your cheeks as the fire blooming inside your belly burns hotter.
"You're just my little slut, aren't ya? Had to get all bratty so you'd get fucked into the mattress, god you're so spoiled. Now answer your daddy, sugar. Is this what you wanted?"
"Yes!" You cry out, nodding as your bottom lip protrudes into a small pout, tears staining your cheeks as you hiccup, "Yes, yes! Just wanted you daddy, wanted your cock! Fuck, you're so deep, ah!"
"I know baby," Ari groans, somehow moving even deeper inside you, thrusts turning harder, "But you're gonna take it. That's what you get for bein' a bratty little slut, take my cock and don't you dare run away from it. You hear me?"
Now, i know I have more than one Ari on my roster rn, but this gif always makes me think of Trucker!Ari. In fact it makes me think of a very specific conversation with trucker!ari
Lets explore it, shall we?
Highways & Heatstrokes drabble under the cut
Warnings: talk of the future, a little bit of angst (?), uncertainty, fluff, this is most definitely warming y'all up for smut in the future lmao
Ari is leaning on his forearm as you're both lying in bed in the back of his truck. It's a Sunday, you're parked for the day, and the temperature outside is unbearable, which is why you both decided to stay indoors for the time being.
Ari is facing you, a book laid on the bed in front of him that he's lazily reading, cerulean eyes continously flickering up to watch your face.
You're on your back, propped up on a pillow with a book in your lap, reading intently. You finally got around to buying some entertainment for yourself and Ari's barely been able to keep your nose from being buried in the pages.
He studies you slowly, how you have one leg slung over the other, how your eyes move over the page as you're engulfed in the story.
You're so beautiful. Sometimes he can't believe his luck, can't believe that you're all his.
It's made his mind wander, more than once. Especially ever since you said yes to marrying him.
He wonders what they would look like..
Now, he never thought he was going to have a family. Hell, he never even wanted one. At least not until he met you.
You've changed everything about him, about his life, about his priorities. And for the past month, the same thought has been lingering in the back of his mind. The thought of how beautiful you'd look, carrying his child.
He's never mentioned it to you, though. He's worried it would freak you out. He knows there's an age gap between the two of you, and despite you accepting his proposal, he still has doubts. Not about you, or what he wants. Doubts on your behalf.
Sometimes he worries that he's holding you back, he worries that perhaps you'll want to leave him some day, when you realize he's nothing special.
He knows you're still so young, you have so many years ahead of you, and he's sure you haven't even considered having kids yet.
A year ago, Ari wouldn't have considered it either. He'd accepted he would never have them. But now you're here, you're so perfect, all he wants is to give you a family. A life.
Buy you a house, one that'll allow him to still drive when needed. He'll stop long hauling, perhaps settle down in one place, maybe even go for a managing position. He'd want to be around as much as he could, provide for you properly. Buy you nice things, mow the lawn in the garden.
There's nothing he wants more than to come home to you, like that. Maybe you'd even be barefoot in the kitchen, a beautiful bump visible through your dress.
You turn to look at Ari when you feel his gaze on you, tilting your head, "Baby? You okay?"
Ari hums shortly, his gaze dropping to his book.
Your brows furrow, turning on your side to face him better. You reach up to cup his cheek, thumb stroking his beard, "What's wrong? Tell me."
Ari lets out a small sigh, cerulean eyes hesitantly meeting yours.
"Do you.. do you ever think about... wantin'.. more?"
"More?" You frown, "More, what? More than this? I told you, all I want is you, I don't-"
"No," he interrupts, taking your hand from his cheek and entwining your fingers, "not somethin' different. But more than what we have right now."
Your frown deepens.
"What do you mean?"
Ari lets out another sigh, long strands falling in front of his face when he shakes his head, "Never mind, I shouldnt've brought it up.."
Okay, that worries you. You sit up, legs criss crossed on the bed as you lean over, cupping his bearded jaw in both of your hands.
"Ari," you whisper, tilting his head up to make him meet your eyes, "What's going on? You're worrying me. Did you change your mind about us, do you not want to get married? Because-"
"No," Ari sternly interrupts, sitting up himself to better face you, "No, no sugar, it's nothin' like that, I promise."
That calms you a little, although not completely. You can still tell by the look on his face that something is wrong.
You pout a little, crawling closer to him. Ari spreads his legs, letting you sit in between them, and as soon as you're close enough, you nuzzle into him, leaning your side against his chest.
Your fingers run through his beard as his arms wrap around you, holding you closer to him, "What's going on? Tell me, please."
You lean your head on his shoulder, looking up at him with worry in your eyes. His large palm rubs up and down your back as the other lands on your bare thigh, hand gripping it firmly.
"Lately I've just been.. thinkin'.."
"Mhmm," you hum, trailing your fingers over his beard and cheekbone, "And what have you been thinking about?"
"Just-" he hesitates, his eyes finally meeting yours, "Just.. y'know, we're goin' to get married, and I just.. I love you so much... Maybe.. Maybe we should talk about what we're gon' want for the future."
"The future," you nod, smiling softly, "Sure, we can talk about the future. What do you think our future looks like?"
"Well," he breathes out, his lips lifting in a small smile. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before he cups your cheek, "We're together, obviously. Maybe even somewhere other than here."
"Other than the truck?" You brows raise in surprise, "And here I thought this was your favorite place."
Ari lets out a chuckle, and it warms your insides to see him relaxing a little.
"My favorite place is with you. Anywhere you are."
"Mine too, baby," you smile, sliding your hand down to curl behind his neck. You direct him closer, your eyes looking firmly into his, "Now tell me what you've been thinking about."
His eyes bounce between yours nervously, letting out a small breath before he whispers, "Maybe.. Maybe it would also be nice to.. start a family.."
You blink in surprise, your stomach doing a flip.
You didn't think he wanted kids, he's already in his forties and he's always given the impression that it wasn't a priority to him.
Your brows furrow shortly before you inquire, "By family you mean.. dogs? Or babies?"
Ari lets out a quiet chuckle, his head dipping a little as his eyes stay locked with yours, "Both?"
Your brows raise, a sharp intake of breath, your stomach now doing somersaults.
"You want.." You breathe out nervously, butterflies tumbling around your tummy, "You want to have kids?"
Ari tucks his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes scanning your face before he replies quietly, "Yeah, with you I do."
You hesitate for only a moment before excitement bursts through you like fireworks, setting off a rainbow of emotions.
Your face splits into a grin, both hands reaching up to cup his face again, "Really?"
Ari lets out a relieved sigh at your reaction, nodding shortly, "Yeah, but only if you-"
"I do!" You immediately exclaim, jumping up to wrap your arms around his neck. You tuck your face into it, inhaling deeply while his large arms envelop you, "I do, I would love to have your babies."
Ari grins, his beard scratching over your skin when he leaves a trail of kisses down your shoulder, "Fuck, you have no idea how nervous I was about that."
You giggle, leaning back to look up at him, your eyes gleaming, "So, when can we start?"
Omg Sugar and Spice was aaabsolutely awesome, Ari is one filthy motherfucker and the beginning was sooo 😩😩 like, I was honestly getting tingles in my stomach while reading that scene where they’re just lying there and doing that dance with their hands ahhh😵💫However!!!! I need to know what Ari’s thoughts were when he first realized that she’s lying next to him. And if he started cuddling her in his sleep or if it was a conscious decision on his end????
Ahh, I love this!
Decided to turn it into a lil drabble.
Highways & Heatstrokes drabble below.
Ari stirs awake when he tries to roll over in bed but something stops him from doing so. His eyes slowly flutter open, a small huff leaving his lips. He doesn't usually move around much during his sleep, so he's surprised he would have ended up pressed so close to the back wall.
But once his eyes open, what he sees makes him freeze in place.
You're lying on your side, facing him, your hair disheveled on the pillow. You're taking soft, slow breaths, your lashes touching your cheek as you sleep, and Ari swears he's never seen anyone look so effortlessly beautiful.
He knew it was a risk when he let you spend the night in his truck, but he couldn't bear the thought of leaving you all alone out there, not with Rumlow roaming around.
And he knew it was a mistake to offer you a ride, promise to take you as far as he could. Not because he didn't want to; but because he knew how fucking hard it would be to keep himself at bay.
His heart had fluttered when he walked into the diner yesterday and seen you sitting in that booth, hunched over your tomato soup. He immediately knew you weren't doing alright - he could tell by the way you practically threw yourself at that small bowl of soup, and the way you slumped into your seat tiredly.
But there was something about you. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, all he knew was that something about you intrigued him. When he overheard your conversation with Rumlow, and your sassy remarks, he knew you were trouble. That's why he sent you those pancakes and left before you could thank him.
He wanted to help but he also knew he should keep his distance. First of all, you were way too young. He was painfully aware of that. Second of all, he knew you probably get plenty of offers and the fact that you chose to walk along the side of the highway in the blistering heat, rather than accept any of them, was a clue that it was best for him to leave you be.
But then you were looking up at him with those wide eyes, asking so sweetly if you could come with him back to his truck. And fuck, he's only human, right? How was he supposed to say no to that?
But this.
This was a problem. Because now you're so close, just within reach, he can smell your clean, soapy scent, feel the heat of your skin-
Ari holds his breath when you stir in your sleep. His eyes widen momentarily, feeling like a total fucking creep once he realizes he's been staring at you. But you don't wake up; instead, you turn over, no longer facing him.
He can tell you're still asleep by the way your breathing immediately steadies. His eyes wander over you, from your shoulder down to the curve of your hip as you lay on your side.
God he wants to hold you. It's been so long for him, it's been so long since anyone has made his heart flutter like this. And he's pretty sure you reciprocate his feelings, judging by how you teased him earlier. And also by the fact that you chose to crawl into bed with him.
Before he can stop himself, he moves closer, being careful to only bring his chest against your back and not his lower half.
He contemplates whether what he's doing is actually okay for a moment, but then the scent of your hair wafts to his nose and he knows it's over. His arm drapes over your waist a second later, no longer strong enough to resist it.
Fuck you feel good.
You feel perfect against him like this, so close. He just wants to hold onto you forever and never let go.
