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howdoyousleep3 · 1 year

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If the mood strikes, my dream fic from you would be about Daddy Ari lovin’ on a lady who is thicccc (with at least four c’s…and some accompanying triple D’s) but also able to handle him just right, if you know what I mean. 😈

It became a thing, I couldn't resist. This felt very therapeutic for me and I loved every second of it. Shoutout to Husband for making me two espresso martinis that inadvertently pushed me to finish this. Shoutout to the espresso martinis for making me extra horny for this. Thank you bby nonnie for this blessed Ask. 😮‍💨❤️‍🔥

notable tags: reader insert, plus size reader, size difference, size kink, nipple play, sexual awakening (of sorts), daddy kink, multiple orgasms, love at first fuck sight, comeplay, dirty talk (this man 😤), a bit of a subby daddy ari word count: 1.7K song inspo

"Baby...baby, you're gonna kill me. Fuck, have mercy, sugar..."

You can't remember a time when you've felt this powerful while in bed with someone else. Your fingers dig into the meat of Ari's hairy pecs as you rock your hips selfishly, mouth dropping open when his cock, every deliciously thick inch of it, stretches the walls of your pussy out.

Rarely do you ever agree to ride someone. Rarely do you enjoy it, rarely do you feel sexy on top, rarely do you get lost in the swirls of confidence and desire and eroticism of it.

But Ari is different.

You can count on one hand the amount of times someone has made you feel wanted, has made you feel craved like he does. You aren't the type of person who can easily find someone so compatible that you end up in bed together. You have high standards brought on by insecurities, ones that most people aren't willing to meet.

It took one look at Ari Levinson as he walked into your boss's office, big and burly and openly flirty, to know that he'd set the new bar for any future lover.

"Fuck, m'gonna keep you," he hollers and growls almost to himself, leaning up onto his elbows to get a better look at the show you're putting on. "Gonna keep you here all for myself, pretty girl. Ain't ever gettin' rid'a me after this, not when you take my cock like some sort'a goddamn professional, fuck me."

One paw for a hand comes up to smack at your ass, fingers digging into the meat of your hip so hard it forces a whimper from your mouth. You love it.

You don't think about your body as you bounce on him, about his hands as they continue to grab and squeeze you all over. In fact, you find the headiness of it hot, his touches going right to your head as much as they do your swollen pussy.

He's already made you come once all over his beard and you're well on your way to a second one. You can't see an end in sight though; there's no way your hunger for him will ever dwindle.

"Ari," you whine, long and pitiful, a pout of a noise that hits him right where you want it to, just as his cock does inside of you. You whine again when your rocking turns into frantic grinding, reveling in the stretch of his cock and the rub of your clit. He groans, thick and gravelly, hands coming up to squeeze at your tits. Fuck.

“Yeah baby, yeah you better take it, take what’s yours. Come all over my cock, lemme feel it. Fuck, you’re perfect, look at you just take it like it's yours. Don’t make me beg for it, sugar. Come on…”

His mouth on your nipples is what does it, the way he sucks each sensitive nub into his mouth, suckling on it hungrily as you fuck yourself in his lap. It sparks deep pleasure within you, stirring in your tummy and spreading to your clit. He holds you over him, paws squeezing your tits together to better glide his mouth between each nipple, his muffled moans sounding like pleas and making you ache.

The scratch of his beard on your sensitive skin, the selfless way he lets you take, the ache of the walls of your pussy as your grind in tight— you shatter apart within seconds.

Your ears ring with the force of your climax, your body stunned by the intensity of it. No one has ever made you come like this. You sound like you’re sobbing as you shake apart on top of him, thighs trembling, elbows locked as you continue to let him suck loudly at your heavy tits. Your pussy trembles around his length, milking him for everything he’s worth, desperate for his own release alongside yours.

You’re about to collapse on top of him, dizzy with the aftershocks of your orgasm, when you’re suddenly moving, being turned and flipped easily onto your back.

No one has ever manhandled you either. You smile before you can process your thoughts, already knowing that you like it, no— you love it.

Even given your size, a size that has scared cowards away in the past, he still manages to make you feel dainty and teeny.

You swear you aren't going to let him go after this either.

“Look at’chu smilin’ while you get dicked down, you pretty fuckin’ baby. My cock put that smile on your face? Huh?” Ari huffs out against your lips, nipping at your chin when you giggle, laying himself out on top of you. Your giggle morphs right into a throaty moan when Ari reaches down and takes his cock in hand, slipping it back into your pussy without hesitation.

When you squeeze yourself around him the moment he’s pressed in to the hilt, greedy for him and slipping your fingers through his hair pushily, Ari growls.

“You’re gonna make me fall in love if you keep up shit like that, sweetheart.”

You squeeze yourself around him again, once and then twice, a smile spreading across your lips once more even when he wraps one of those big hands around the front of your throat. If it's supposed to be some sort of threat, he doesn't know who he's up against or who he's unleashed inside of you.

And he falters within a few pumps of his hips.

"Fuck baby," he groans, pressing his forehead against yours as his hands slip back down to grab and squeeze at your tits. They've always been sensitive, almost too much so, but when Ari touches them in the selfish way that he does, it takes your sensitivity to an entirely new level.

“It’s like you were made for me," he pants out as he fucks into you, the slick noises of your pussy hitting your ears and making you flush. "No one can just…just take this dick. Can take me. You know that?"

You don't have the energy to slow your little fucked-out noises long enough to tell him that very few people have what it takes to deal with you as well. Instead you tug at his hair and widen your legs further around his burly waist, welcoming him deeper into your body.

"And you're out here making it look easy, like it's a privilege, like it's what you're meant to do."

Your head spins as he kneads at your tits hungrily, growling as he mouths at them before pulling back to sit up. The fluidity of his movements, the way he continues to dig into that sweet spot inside of you with his cock, is almost masterful.

"Ari...Ari, you feel so good, you—"

"Oh baby, make a man's dreams come true," he interrupts you in a rush, rumbling as he squeezes at your belly, the new angle making you damn near squeal. "Call me 'Daddy', sugar. Tell Daddy he feels so good stretchin' your pretty pussy out."

His words light you the fuck up. He has continued to run his mouth about how perfect you are when he's straight out of your dirtiest, most wettest of dreams. And you don't hesitate to give him exactly what he wants.

You bring your hands up to cup your shoulders, smushing your tits together and letting them bounce with Ari's harsh thrusts, and let out the prettiest whine you can manage when you're this close to passing out from getting the best dick of your life.

"Make my...make my pretty pussy feel so good, Daddy."

"Oh my god," Ari raggedly moans, his eyelids falling closed and his hips stuttering as your words are processed. And you can't help yourself, not when you so obviously have this great of an effect on Daddy. Not when you're both so incredibly close to sharing an orgasm.

"Come in my pussy, Daddy. Want you to drop that big Daddy load in my pretty pussy."

Ari’s holler almost startles you, the guffaw of disbelief coupled with a throaty groan making you giggle into your own moan. Your moan leaves you in a rush when he shoves at the back of your knees, pressing you further into the mattress. The movement tightens your channel up to the point where you feel tears well up in your eyes.

Everything feels so hot as you watch him watch your pussy get fucked.

"M'gonna come on those fuckin' tits," is what he moans raggedly, thick chest heaving as he pants. "Let Daddy come on those pretty tits, baby. Let him save this sweet...sweet pussy for next time."

You nod your head eagerly and find yourself pleading with him as soon as you hear his request.

"You touch yourself and make yourself come with me, you hear me?"

"Mhmm yes, Daddy."

"Fuck me..."

The moment Ari's jaw drops open, his fist flying over his cock as he looks down at you, you feel the burn of an orgasm in your core. How could you do anything but come when he's looking at you like this? Your fingers swirl over your clit just as requested, the poor, abused numb, swollen and achy. It's the perfect sensation to go along with your view.

This has to be the hottest thing you've ever witnessed.

"Fuck, ask me one more time, baby. Please, please tell Daddy—"

"Daddy, please! Come on these titties, Daddy. They're yours, they're all yours. Make them messy, make 'em—"

"Jesus Christ, m'gonna come. Daddy's comin', baby..."

You're going to come. You're going to come at the same time as Ari is, legs spread wide in the air, rubbing at your clit.

It seems this is a night of firsts.

The first splash of hot come across your chest does you in this time around. Instead of your ears ringing, your ears are filled with the noises of Ari coming, his grunts and gasps, his bitten off curses and your name.

You eagerly press your chest out in a display of complete submission as you come, your climax feeling less like waves and more like shocks of pleasure, some almost painful. You manage to moan out Ari's name, his newfound title as well, and when he lets go of his twitching cock, his fingers quickly find his mess on your tits.

The last shocks of your orgasm leave your system the moment his come-covered fingers slip between your willing lips.

You suck them down greedily.

Ari's moan sounds like thunder all around you.

"Yeah, there's no way in hell you're gettin’ rid'a me, pretty girl..."

#askK #my writing #daddy ari #ari levison x reader #plus size reader #fem reader #i personally have such a torn relationship with plus-size reader/character fics/books but #when i read this my bits went bananas so...#here we are lol

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runa-falls · 2 years

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being (a) patient

summary: after his daughter's check up, it's ari's turn

pairing: dilf!ari x pediatrician!reader

rating: EXPLICIT (18+ only)

warnings: SMUT, doctor-patient roleplay :3, minor choking, ball fondling ???, cumplay, handjob, PIV sex, creampie, inaccurate medical things, "professional"!reader, cute dad!ari, dilf!ari, obedient!ari, naked!ari, bad dad jokes, not proof read--sorry

word count: 4k

A/N: "but once, you have a bunch of pt. 2's to finis-" SHHHHHHHHHHHH

likes are nice but comments/reblogs keep me going!

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“God dammit,” he mutters, fingers running through his hair in irritation. The clinic's company pen rapidly taps against the clipboard as he tries to recall his mother-in-law's number, needing to fill out his daughter’s emergency contact before he could continue.

He has been struggling to fill out this stack of forms for at least half an hour. They were dumped into his arms, along with the pen, as soon as he arrived, not a single word of explanation. He grimaces, convinced his ex-wife has made it her job to make his life harder.

Ari had just moved to this city, no more than three weeks ago, following after his daughter and ex-wife to stay close to them. A new town means a new school, a new house, and a new doctor. So here he is, registering his daughter for the new clinic, vomiting information that he’s sure they won’t even need.

His family is already in the doctor's room, called to the back 15 minutes ago to start the check-up, leaving him to scribble on his homework. It takes him another 10 minutes to get through the last two pages before he can just sign it and be done.

After he cheerfully drops the clipboard of papers on the front desk, feeling like he just completed the SATs. He was directed to the “lion room” in the very back of the hallway.

When he opens the door, his daughter immediately smiles at his arrival, swinging her legs back and forth as she sits on the bench. She must be waiting for the doctor to return. On the other hand, her mother doesn’t even look up, eyes locked on her phone as she scrolls through Twitter, pretending like he doesn’t exist.

He decides against taking the seat next to his ex, preferring to stand next to his little girl instead. She’s a ball of energy this afternoon, perpetually talking about everything and nothing all at once. Ari leans against the bench, asking her simple questions to pass the time.

“Did the doctor take your temperature?” Her pigtails sway as she nods thoughtfully, recalling the doctor’s verdict with precise detail.

“...and she said that I’m as warm as a hug!” Ari preens at her little lisp. She’s still getting used to losing both of her front teeth earlier this year. He sends her squinted eyes, teasingly pretending like he doubts her memory.

“Hm. I don’t believe that…”

“It’s true!” Ari holds back a smile, the lisp becoming more pronounced as she gets worked up. She holds up her pinkie with a humorously-serious face. “Promi-th.”

“Well,” His fingers brush through his beard as he looks up, pretending to consider her pinkie promise. His eyebrows furrowing in faux-thought. “I think I need some proof, bubs. Maybe you can show me?”

She thinks for a second, letting the request stew a little.

“‘kay.” Her little arms open wide, showing off her green Ariel t-shirt as she invites him in for a bear hug. Ari leans down to squeeze her close, his heart warming at the feeling of his baby in his arms. She giggles as he almost lifts her off the seat. He’s convinced he could never get enough hugs from his little girl,

“Oh wow, I-You know what, she might be right!” She snickers at his exasperated reaction, knowing he’s just messing with her.

“See? I told you.” The door behind him opens up, indicating the return of the doctor.

“You must be Mr. Levinson,” Ari swiftly turns to greet the gentle voice, but when his eyes land on you, a breath catches in his throat before he can say anything. Your eyes widen just a fraction, not expecting the father to be this good-looking. “It’s nice to meet you.” You smile politely, offering him a hand.

He wordlessly reaches out to shake it, still starstruck by the woman in front of him.

He clears his throat, nodding dumbly, barely understanding what you said. “You too.” Despite the electricity you felt from his touch, you slip your hand from his, promptly reminding yourself to remain professional.

Her mother is still on her phone, as unengaged as the moment you left, only paying attention when she’s addressed directly. You let out a sigh at the sight before placing your focus back on your little patient.

Pulling out a small tub of salve from your coat pocket, you offer it to the little girl, speaking to her as if she were an adult, “Put this on your rash every day after a shower or before you go to bed, ok? It should be gone within a few weeks. If not, have one of your parents call in for another appointment.”

She nods with a determined look, taking the cream with both hands. You glance over at her father, making sure he caught that. He sends you the same nod with the same expression. It’s adorable, the resemblance is uncanny.

“Other than that, you should be proud. You’re a healthy growing girl.” You pluck a star-shaped sticker from your other coat pocket, grinning as her eyes widen in excitement. “This,” You hold up the golden “good job” sticker, “is for you.” She blindly pushes the jar into her dad’s chest, hungrily focused on the reflective sticker.

“What do you say, sweetie?”

“Thank you, Mrs. Doctor!”

—

The antiseptic scent of the clinic pinches at Ari’s nose as he waits at the front desk to pay for his daughter’s check-up. He leans against the lip of the desk, tapping his fingers across the surface as he waits for one of the assistants to calculate the total.

“$500 for the new patient costs plus $40 for the medicine.” He shoves his hand to the back pocket of his jeans and grabs his wallet, plucking out his card and sliding it over to the lady. As he waits for the woman to charge him, his eyes wander around the empty pale-blue waiting room.

He notices you enter the room, taking note of how you are no longer in your white coat. Instead, you are wearing a nice dress shirt tucked into a pair of black slacks. Despite the professional nature of your clothes, they fit you in all the right areas, perfectly molding to your curves. Ari’s thoughts wander as he shamelessly admires you from afar, unaware that you’re walking directly to him.

“Still here?” You tease, knowing how long post-appointment procedures can be–especially for newcomers. Based on his impatient positioning against the desk, he’s been waiting a while. You let your eyes roam, admiring how his shirt struggles against his broad shoulders and impressively muscled arms.

“Uh, yeah,” He shakes himself out of his thoughts, “the girls ditched me. I don’t know what it is…it’s like they’re only using me for my money.” He jokes, stupidly proud of himself when it earns himself a light chuckle from your chest. He’s still got it.

“...alright, sir, here’s your card,” he gives you a “hold that thought” before turning around to face the office assistant. “Just sign here and you’ll be free to go.” She places a paper copy of the bill and a pen in front of him. Ari hastily places his card back into his wallet before sloppily signing the paper, eager to get back to his interaction with you.

You give him an understanding smile when he returns to look at you. The two of you are left alone as the older woman takes the file into another room, uninterested in the conversation in front of her.

You take a deep breath. It’s now or never.

You slowly take a step closer to him, “I have to admit, they are lucky girls, having you to provide for them.” You boldly reach out, nudging his arm with your hand. You can feel how his muscles ripple as you run your fingers over the length of it. He stays silent, but you can see how his shoulders move as he breathes deeply. “But you need someone to take care of you too, don’t you?” Your face remains as professional as ever, acting like you're asking him a simple question.

You innocently tilt your head, savoring the way his eyes widen as he lets out a surprised cough at your blunt question. He takes a second to calm down, silently giving himself a pep talk to restore his nonchalant, charming persona.

Suddenly, he has an idea.

Ari fabricates another cough, repurposing his borderline embarrassing reaction as a tool for his next move. “Actually, I haven’t been feeling well, Doctor.” Another cough, “I think I might need a check-up.” He took a glance at your face, hoping you were picking up on his intentions.

“Oh?” A warm hand is placed on his forehead, flipping over as you feel for his temperature. He’s impressed by the convincing sympathy that fills your eyes as you watch him fake a softer cough. “If you’d like,” You look down at your watch, pretending to calculate how much time you have, “I can bring you to the back right now?”

He sends you a playful smile before settling back into his role by responding in a raspy voice, “That would be great, Doc.”

—

“Alright, take a seat.” You gesture to the small bench lined with colorful animal-print paper. “I’ll be back in a second, just have to grab a few things.” He follows your directions, noisily crinkling the paper under him as he settles on the edge of the bench.

You return in your full doctor-get up, a white coat complete with a stethoscope around your neck and blue latex gloves. You look adorably professional for the fake exam you’re about to perform. You hold a clipboard in one hand and a cute bumble bee pen in the other.

“So what seems to be the problem?” You glance up at him, pen hovering over a blank sheet of paper like you’re ready to take some notes.

“I don’t know. I-I feel like something’s wrong, but I don’t know how to explain it.” He feigns a pout, holding a hand to his lower stomach before drifting it downwards suggestively.

Pretending like you don’t notice his intent, you nod thoughtfully, the pitiful expression you send him is almost condescending and it drives him crazy.

“Let's try to figure it out together then, shall we?” From a cabinet next to the bench, you grab an old-school thermometer. You suppose you could use a regular digital one, but you’ve been craving to see something in his pouty mouth.

His lips quirk up as he notices your hungry stare locked on his mouth. He cheekily runs his tongue over his bottom lip, enjoying the way your eyelids droop, captivated with the motion. “Say ‘ahh.’”

Ari gladly opens his mouth, reciting the noise right back: “ahhhh” You slip the end of the tool under his tongue.

“Alright, let’s keep that in there for 2 minutes?”

“Yes, ma’am” his words are muffled as he tries to keep the thermometer in his mouth. You keep busy, acting like you’re writing notes on your clipboard like a good doctor.

After scribbling a few flowers and smiley faces around the page, you secretly peek up at him. He stares right back with an amused look as he obediently keeps the glass stick under his tongue. You mentally berate yourself for the way your face heats up under his cocky stare.

You realize how distracted you were when you glance up at the cat-shaped clock. It’s been 5 minutes. “Alright, let’s see…” you gently take it out of his mouth and take a glance at the temperature. Hopefully, he doesn’t miraculously have a fever because then this little role-playing activity will have to be cut short. “…98.3°. Ok, good. So it’s not a fever.”

“Well, I could’ve told you that.” He retorts. You roll your eyes as you place the thermometer in a sanitary cup.

“Shush, be patient and let me do my exam.”

Like the dad he is, he responds, “What do you mean? I am a patient.” He shamelessly laughs at his own joke, proud that he came up with that so fast. You let out a teasing groan, as you pretend to be annoyed. “What? Ok, ok, I’ll behave.” You tap the tops of his thighs indicating for him to spread them so you can stand closer. He opens easily, eagerly inviting you into his space.

Now standing right in front of him, you pull your stethoscope from your shoulders, “Okay, let’s check your heart.” As you’re about to place the cool metal right under his shirt, he quickly begins to unbutton it, revealing his gorgeously untrimmed chest to the cool air of the room.

Your eyes openly drink in his perfectly tanned skin, his happy trail taunting you as it hints at his growing problem below. Your cunt throbs as you inhale shakily, almost forgetting what you’re supposed to be doing. He follows your eager gaze and moves to unbutton his jeans too, but before he could pull down the zipper, he’s stopped by his wrist.

“No-” You squeeze his arm tighter when you notice how close your hand is to his considerable bulge, “this is good.” Your voice gasps out of your mouth as you try to calm yourself down. He reluctantly drops his arms, silently waiting for you to make the next move, looking devastatingly good as he sits in front of you with his shirt hanging open.

You let your intrusive thoughts win and boldly place your hand on the left side of his chest, feeling the warm skin tense at your touch, heart beating rapidly. “Ok, this might be a little cold.” You warn before you replace your hand with the diaphragm of the stethoscope, gently pressing it against his chest. “Take a deep breath for me.” You whisper, trying to calm him down.

His eyes stay on your face as he breathes in, suddenly feeling like he’s getting an actual check-up. You listen closely, making sure there aren’t any irregular beats or murmurs. You move it slightly downwards, completely focused on the task at hand. “Again.” With the next deep breath, he notices how you breathe with him, shoulders moving in sync with his chest.

You back up without a word, putting the tool on the counter next to you with a satisfied sigh. Everything sounds good. “You’re so cute when you get all doctorly.” Ari interrupts your thoughts, looking at you with a sly smirk. You mentally facepalm yourself. You got so caught up in your usual routine that you forgot why he was here in the first place!

“Your, uh, heart sounds healthy so-”

“You know what, Doc? After deducting all these things through your tests, I think I can finally tell what’s bothering me.”

“Oh, what is it?” The hand on his thigh moves over to rub himself over his jeans, pulling a wretched groan from his throat. His blue eyes are locked on yours as your mouth gapes at the depraved sight.

“I’m so fucking hard, Doc,” Ari grips himself to emphasize his words, showing off every inch of his covered cock, “and I just can’t get it down. I need your help.” His eyes beg you to touch him, looking as distressed as he pretends to be.

“U-um, ok. Let’s take a look then.” You nervously stretch your gloves higher onto your wrists in anticipation as he starts to undo his jeans, the open sides of his shirt getting the way as he eagerly tugs his pants down. You let out an involuntary gasp as a hard cock slaps against his stomach, perfectly pink and ridiculously big.

He sees how your hand stutters as it approaches him, suddenly intimidated by the large man in front of you. Ari assists you by pulling your hand closer to him, wrapping his fingers over yours, demonstrating how tightly he wants you to hold him. When he lets go, you experimentally squeeze your hand around him, gaining a breathless gasp from his body.

“How does this feel?” Somehow your voice remains level as you ask the clinical question, eyes peeking at him through your lashes. The lustful gaze you send him makes him throb in your hand, encouraging you to continue your exploration. You gently run your gloved finger up his cock, teasingly tapping against his leaking head, mesmerized by the mess.

Both pairs of eyes watch as a string of precum sticks from his cock to the tip of your finger as you start to pull away. You let it fall to his thigh before lovingly rubbing it into his skin. He almost feels like he’s going to burst from the way you’re playing with him. “Mr. Levinson?” You hand his back around him, pumping him slowly as you try to catch his attention.

“Hm?” He looks up at you with confused eyes, completely oblivious to the topic of the conversation.

“I asked you how you’re feeling. I can’t help you if you don’t cooperate with me.” The professionalism in your voice directly contradicts how you are handling him, almost making him go blind as you continuously brush over the line where his head meets his shaft. You know what you’re doing.

“So good…” He groans out, barely able to tell what he’s saying.

You hum contentedly, dipping your hand lower to gently fondle his balls, knowing how sensitive they can be. You hold back a smile when he jolts in surprise and starts to shutter out uneven breaths.

It’s just so easy.

His knuckles turn white from how hard he grips the bench under him, eyes closed in ecstasy.

Bringing up your other hand, you start to stroke him at the same time, holding him with more confidence as he melts against you. “H-holy ffu-” His stomach clenches as he holds himself back, thighs struggling to stay open around your clothed midriff.

His hair falls into his face as his head lolls forward, jaw clenched in concentration. You bite your lip as you watch him scramble to get a hold of himself, sloppy wet sounds spurring on the both of you. You speed up, determined to destabilize his efforts, needing to see this man break in your hands.

A warm hand wraps around your throat and yanks you forward. Your head is so hazy from the pressure on your neck that you can barely react when your lips meet his for a passionate kiss. Your tongues sloppily brush together as you languidly take in each other’s taste. Ari murmurs against your lips, “...like a dream.”

It’s dumb how flustered you get from his raspy voice. He nips your lip, drinking in your whimpers as he sucks at you until it’s nice and plump. You feel yourself drip when he soothes his work with little kitten licks against your mouth, refusing to dip back into your mouth.

You try to push toward him to get what you want, but he simply leans back with a cheeky grin, hand gently squeezing at your throat as a warning. “Keep goin’ honey.” You realize your movements ceased after the first breathtaking kiss.

You raise a challenging eyebrow, “Give me a kiss first.”

“Mmm…No, this isn’t how it works.”

“I’m the doctor– You’re supposed to do what I say!” You pout, pointedly letting him go. He rolls his eyes at your childish behavior and follows your actions, shoving his hand off your neck.

“Okay,” He pushes you away from him and hops off the bench. “You’ve had your fun. It’s my turn now.” He first grabs your wrists, hastily working off your gloves before dropping them on the floor. Your coat soon follows, carelessly thrown in the same direction.

Ari twirls you to face the bench, pushing his hips into yours to pin you forward. He bends you over the surface with ease, only stepping back for a moment to yank your pants over your ass and down your legs.

You feel pressure against your cunt as his fingers rub you over your panties, spreading your slick everywhere. “Look at that. Practically see-through with how drenched you got it.” You whine at his taunts, attempting to push back against him to feel more.

He moves his hand to hold onto your hair, firmly pushing your face into the paper-covered bench. He runs his other hand down your back before grabbing a large handful of your ass, groaning at how soft you feel under him.

He forgoes removing your underwear, preferring to just fuck you with your panties shoved to the side.

You feel him slide the tip of his cock up and down your folds, effectively getting himself slicked up in preparation. He experimentally dips in, appreciating the small amount of resistance your body shows him. The feeling of him pushing into you, stretching your cunt to his will, is indescribably overwhelming.

An involuntary moan is knocked out of you as he slowly slides in, causing him to wrap a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. You almost forgot where you were.

Each time you think he is all the way in, he just keeps going, sending you keeling as he prods against your walls. His hips fit snuggly against yours when he finally bottoms out, deliciously pressed against your cervix. He stays there for a second, letting you adjust to his size. “You ok?”

You’re deliriously trying to relax around him when you mewl out a half-hearted, “Great.”

He takes that response as a directive to move. You feel his soft lips press against your shoulder before he gently starts to rock himself into you, expertly hitting spots you didn’t even know you had.

He slightly bends his knees as he starts to speed up, fucking himself up into now. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as the sound of your fucked out cunt fills the room, surrounding you through every thrust. The paper under you crinkles loudly, sticking to the undersides of your arms as you move around.

“Such a good little doctor,” His whispers are strained, trying to control himself while he’s buried in your tightness. He pushes your back down to angle your ass upwards to thrust impossibly deep inside you. “Letting me her holes as my medicine.” Your eyes prick with tears as he starts snapping his hips at a punishing pace. You can’t help the borderline sob that escapes you when he prods against your cervix, almost feeling him in your stomach.

The walls of your cunt start to tighten around him, throbbing insistently as he continues his vigorous thrusts. You felt it coming, but you weren’t expecting how intense it would be. Heat vibrates through your body as your vision whitens, disorienting all your senses at once. You could barely feel the way your whole body tenses, muscles straining in exhaustion.

“F-fuck, fuck, fuc—” After a couple of stuttered thrusts, Ari fully buries himself inside you before painting your walls with hot cum. You pant together, calming yourselves down before he slips out of you. Before any warm slick could run down your leg, he picks you up and sets you on the bench, grabbing a box of tissues to help clean you up.

“Thanks.” You shyly whisper it as he wipes you up.

He looks up at you with a dazzling smile, “Anytime…”

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Bonus scene:

Ari lingers at the lion-painted door, fully clothed with his fingers gripping at the handle. He is silently hoping you will stop him before he leaves.

“Wait, Ari,” He hears you call out from behind him, “hold on a sec.” You blindly reach into your discarded white coat, pulling out a pen and one of your signature stickers.

You turn the golden star over and quickly scribble down your number onto the paper before holding it out to him. “Let me know if your condition gets better, ok?”

“Yes ma’am.” He dorkily salutes you before walking out the door with a grin.

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ownedbyfictionalwomen · 1 year

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feel better

dbf!ari levinson x fem!reader drabble

when you show up at his door in tears, ari cheers you up in the only way he knows how: sitting you on his lap and pleasing you. angst + smut + fluff. 18+ 981 words.

The car came to a rolling stop, the wheels dragging against the gravel as you pulled up outside his house with tears streaming down your make-up-free face. Your violent emotions weren’t showing any signs of stopping, ever since you had seen those messages on her phone, you hadn’t stopped crying.

Your best friend and your crush.

She had handed you her phone after the party, telling you to use hers to call an uber when yours was out of battery. And that’s when you had seen it, the abundance of texts between her and the guy you had been infatuated with since school. So when sadness started to build in your eyes and you felt the first pricks of tears, you ordered a taxi for yourself.

Ari’s house was the only place you wanted to be, you wanted to feel that closeness again that you had felt all the other times when he had wiped your tears away and enveloped your body in his arms. Whenever you were feeling slightly out of sorts you would run straight to Ari, seeking the comfort only he could give you.

Knocking on the door, you wrapped your coat tighter around you, the rain hitting against your shoulders as you tried to huddle under the porch. He came soon after you knocked, sliding his hand around your back and pulling you into his home with a gentle tenderness, taking your jacket from you and putting it away.

“What’s going on, sweetheart?” He asked, sweeping the hair back away from your face and taking your cheeks in his hands, his thumbs kissing the tears away. Ari pulled you into his living room, sitting down in his armchair by the fire before pulling you into his lap, his palms finding their new place on your thighs.

“It’s stupid, Ari.” You whispered, stroking his knuckles with your fingertips and kissing the soft skin of his neck.

“Nothing is stupid if it’s made you cry.”

You stayed silent, leaning into his warmth even more as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, kissing your forehead and telling you that it would all be okay.

It didn’t feel like it would be okay, it felt like you would have this perpetual stabbing ache in your chest forever, but you knew Ari was right and that you had to rationalise the situation. Hopefully, in a few days, your mind will be on something else and you could continue on in your life with ease.

This is why you needed Ari: he always managed to unjumble your messy mind with his mere presence, letting you take your time to come back down to earth. He had been in your life for as long as you could remember, acting as your rock whenever someone had put you down and vowing to never say a word to your over-protective father, his bestfriend.

“Sweet girl, you gonna tell Daddy?” He urged again, nudging your cheek with his nose, as your body slackened against him even more. You couldn’t describe the feelings that surged through you when he used his title, establishing his dominance over you.

“Don’t wanna.” You huffed, looking up at him with innocent eyes that you knew would get you what you wanted- you didn’t want to even mention what had happened, just sit happily in Ari’s arms.

“Okay, sweetness. Should we try and get your mind off of it?”

“Mhm.”

With that, Ari lifted up the front of your tight white skirt, revealing your cotton panties and the little wet patch that marked them. He pressed his thumb on your clothed clit, rubbing it in gentle circles with a deep pressure, pushing you to whimper and beg, as he slipped his hand underneath the fabric.

The feel of your soft folds against his fingers made him release a gruff moan against the side of your head, his eyes trained on your squirming lower half as you tried to rid yourself of your underwear.

When they were finally on the floor, your opened your legs wider for your Daddy, placing one foot on the floor whilst the other was left hanging over the arm of the chair. You bunched your skirt up around your tummy, desperate to see the sweet torture that Ari was about to put you through.

He teased your leaking hole open with one finger, gently opening you up until you were a little hopeless mess in his hands, your sugary cream coating your pussy.

“Fingers please, Daddy.” You begged quietly, cupping the back of Ari’s neck with your left hand as you leaned up for a delicate kiss, nibbling on his bottom lip and adorably sucking on his tongue.

He granted your wish immediately, slipping two thick fingers inside and laughing at the silent scream that escaped you. Ari didn’t move his fingers, he only buried them to the hilt and watched as you thrust yourself on them, sucking them in so they fit snuggly inside you.

“That’s it, sweetie. Look so pretty when you’re like this, don’t you?” Ari bit on your earlobe as he let you use him, slowly getting yourself off until you were so close. But, after a while, you got tired, and resorted to grabbing Ari’s wrist and using his hand like a toy, driving his fingers inside of you. As you kept your hips still.

“Please can you play with my clit, Daddy?” You asked, using both of your smaller hands to keep up the deep plunges into your sopping hole.

Instead of just rubbing your swollen button, Ari took full control: pinching your little clit in between his fingers whilst he thrusted the other ones in and out of you, deeper and harder until you finished all over his thighs.

“Oh, Daddy…” You moaned, your head falling back against his shoulder as cum leaked out of you.

“You feel better, sweet girl?”

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✦ 𝑾𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑨𝑺𝑻 ✦

(Ari Levinson x Naive Reader!) One shot

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· Plot: When you travel to the coast for undefined time, didn´t thought in meeting a man with whom you would end up falling in love.

· ¡Warnings! SMUT, +18 ONLY. Naive reader, innocence kink! Age gap (Reader is in a legal age) Explicit language, size kink! Horny thots, Size kink! Pet names (Doll, Princess) p in v Fluff,!! explicit language, mentions of reader losing her virginity, talking about marriage, mention of using condom! if I missed someone please let me know! Not following the RSDR plot

· IF YOU DON´T LIKE ANYTHING ABOUT THAT PLEASE KEEP SCROLLING, MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED.

· Autor’s note: Heyyy I really hope that you like this One Shot, this is inspired in the song “West Coast” By Lana Del Rey, everything written here was thought and written by me, you do not have permission to adapt it for any platform,

English is not my native language, I apologize for writing errors, I will try to improve as long as I keep practicing

· Reblogs, notes and likes are appreciated! Feel free to make requests <3

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University was out, summer vacation never sounded so exciting before, previous years your vacations consisted of going camping with your parents and their friends, listening to boring business talk, and eating so many roasted marshmallows until the sugar completely invaded your system.

But this year is different, coming of age had privileges and disadvantages, but at least you can choose where to spend the rest of your vacation before worrying about finding a job because the university was over.

Going to the coast didn't sound so bad, as a child you went to visit your grandmother a lot and spent most of the time together, until family problems drove you further and further away, fortunately this was the opportunity to recover quality time with your grandmother, or..not? whatever the stay would be nice.

The first days were pleasant, you talked until dawn with your grandmother about stories that both had lived, cooking together, and learning to sew dresses with the old fabrics that she kept in the shed, but without a doubt your favorite activity is the handmade pearl necklaces, in a small wooden box there were different miniatures to make jewelry, and absolutely that was one of your favorite hobbies.

One afternoon you decided to leave your room and enjoy the sunset at sea, only wearing a purple nightgown of soft fabric, admiring the pink and orange colors that were reflected in the water of the vast sea, you slowly entered to swim on the sea, seeing the sea shells and feeling how the small waves rock your body, there is nothing more beautiful than summer on the west coast, or so you thought until when you came to the surface and you saw him.

A 6'8 tall, bearded man with long hair, shirtless, only wearing shorts, he was smoking a cigarette while watching the pink sunset too, he seemed interesting, handsome, and attractive in a way that only he could be.

"hello" an innocent look and nervous smile made him smile a little, his presence was evident, and he could intimidate anyone

"hey" he said as he finished blowing out the cigarette smoke

"Haven't I seen you around here before, tourist?"

"Oh no, I'm here indefinitely, I'm staying with my grandmother for the summer"

"nice" he said as he continued to watch the sunset

"And…. you? Do you live here?

you came out of the sea, the difference in height was noticeable, and in age too, after all he is a grown man

"I work in the mechanical workshop of the city, that's why I obviously live here"

With the cold air and drops of water dripping from your nightgown, your hard nipples were noticeable on the soft fabric of the nightgown.

"You should go in and put on a sweater, you're going to catch a cold in the evening air"

Confused you turned to see the sky just to check the weather, slowly the air changing to a fresh summer breeze

Turning back, you saw him walking to the right, casually leaving.

"hey, wait! what's your name?” you said raising your voice, he turned his head over his shoulder

"Ari" he said as he raised his hand to say goodbye and turned around.

You saw him go away while the fresh wind blew stronger and stronger, you ran through the sand towards your grandma house, you went up to the bathroom and you could see your appearance in the mirror, unruly hair and after all this time, a transparent nightgown that clearly shows your body, you sighed in shame and took a cold shower.

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It had been one week since you saw Ari Near the coast, you simply found him attractive, whatever it was that one day when you were going out to watch the sunset became a routine, going every day without fail to sit in front of the sea and create pearl necklaces and collecting shells by the sand.

You caught Ari's attention, since the first time he saw you that afternoon swimming in the sea, it wasn't very common for his life to have new experiences, business, money, money and business that was his life, he almost never took the time to appreciate cute things like you and to be honest, Ari is an observant man, he paid attention from his balcony while he smoked, he watched how you stayed up late in front of the sea, dancing and laughing alone over little occurrences that only made sense in your head, if only he knew that part of your occurrences had to do with him, and maybe not yet in a lustful way.

He could tell how naive you are by the way you get excited when you see the sea as if it were the first time.

And the next day he was coming back from work, seeing from afar the little lady keeping seashells in her hair.

"Ari…hi!" you said smiling when you saw him, he really didn't seem like a bad guy, and he isn't but a part of him really wanted to push your limits.

“Hello doll how was your day ?” you smiled slightly “Fun, I stayed here, and I stopped by the supermarket to buy some things” you said while watched the man place his backpack on the sand and sit next to you,

He lit a cigarette to take a drag

"Can...Can I try?" You said while pointing your index finger at the cigarette.

"Oh doll, sweet girls like you shouldn't try this, I don't even know if you're of legal age" Ari knew, he knew that you're of legal age, otherwise he would have deprived himself of paying attention to you, anyway he wanted to know how far you would go.

“Well I´m 19, I’m a grown woman and I can try a cigarette if I want” You said as you raised your head to try to reach his height, even though you were sitting there were still noticeable centimeters of difference between you,

"Tell me your name and maybe I'll let you try a little doll"

"y/n" you said while looking into his eyes trying to scan his reaction, you wanted to try new things this summer, smoking is bad you've heard it hundreds of times, but Ari aroused in you the desire to learn new things.

He smirked and passed you the cigarette,

"You have to take a deep breath and release after a while"

you did it, and you thought you did it right, but a cloud of hot smoke passing through your throat, burning you and making you cough said the opposite,

"you see, this is not for girls as pretty as you" he said while patting your back.

"Then why do you like it so much?"you said. "hard to explain doll"

After a while in silence enjoying each other's company, you talked "do you have family here? I always see you alone"

"Well yes I have my family, my brother is in the city and my parents too"

"Oh” after a long pause you talked again “... are you married?" God knows that question came naturally, Ari would think it was an insinuation, of course if the question came from another girl, he laughed but just because your innocent look he noticed that you really wanted to know.

"No, that's not for me" simple answer, you were about to ask him something else, ask him why he believed that marriage was not for him, but he interrupted you by returning the question

"Do you have a boyfriend doll?"

you moved your head to the sides saying no, Ari was internally glad of the answer, he didn't think any boy deserved to be with someone like you, he didn't even think that he was worthy to talk to you, such an innocent girl quickly trusting a stranger who had just know Which would be dangerous if he wasn't as respectful as he's been.

"I liked a boy from the university, but he has a girlfriend" you said wanting to open more to the conversation.

“Well sometimes boys are trash, they miss it”

you laughed loudly, "what?" he said while laughing a little too.

"You sounded like my best friend, she would say things like that"

"How long will you stay here?" he said, his question wiped the smile off your face as you remembered that you had to go home, "I don't know, I'll just go back to look for a job, I'd like to become independent" he noticed how your moods changed "hey don't get discouraged, the world is wide and there are beautiful things in every corner of it, you are proof of it"

"you think I'm pretty" you smiled proud, self-centered, happy that the handsome man said you're pretty

"How old are you Ari?"

"Ouch, do you want to make me feel old? I'm 40 doll"

"oh you're already an old man" fantasizing and thinking about it made you feel butterflies in your stomach, without even knowing why, but risky sounded attractive.

"You really think I'm an old man? An old man couldn't do this" he said and then got up and took you by the waist and carried you. Strong laughter came out of your mouth while Ari carried your body with ease.

"Ari stop! I can't anymore" you said while you ran out of air from laughing so much at the game of chase and catch that Ari was doing

he was getting hard just hearing you say that he likes the sound of your laugh and what you say while you laugh out loud, but he would like to hear it in another context, an adult context.

it was getting dark, the moon reflected in the sea and Ari was hungry "Come with me I know a nice place we could go"

you turned to see your grandmother's house, staying inside, and missing out on the fun was not one of the plans so you decided to accompany him.

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A small restaurant set in the sea, surfboards as decoration and marine animals, phosphorescent lamps and Hawaiian tables, they entered the restaurant, you took two Hawaiian necklaces, you wanted to put one on Ari but he is simply taller, with tenderness he bent down so that you will place it.

The people who worked in the restaurant knew him and looked at you amazed, a 6´8 bearded man, owner of important mechanics from the west coast, together with an adorable and innocent girl with unruly hair and a pale blue beach dress.

He pulled your chair over for you to sit down while you took the menu, "It's really nice here" you said as he ordered the waiter two drinks "do you drink alcohol doll?"

"I've never tried it, but I could try" for Ari that was a resounding no, he didn't want you to end up with a hangover and bad experiences, "I'll order a lemonade with tequila and for her an orange juice"

"and my drink?" a noticeable pout was seen on your face

"You'll try mine; I don't think you'll end up liking it"

You got up from the table when a catchy song began to play on the small restaurant floor, dancing enjoying the moment, you approached Ari to the dance floor, you both danced together and he carefully put his hands on your back without warning you took his hands and you went to your waist, with confidence you saw him smiling and they continued dancing

And that Ari liked that you were sure of yourself,

The night passed normally, enjoying the stories that each one had to tell, Ari drinking his tequila with lemonade, sure that the alcohol had no effect on his system.

He checked his watch to realize that it was already midnight

"Doll we should go back" "but Ariiii I'm having a lot of fun with you" you said with a pout on your face, and Ari was clearly proud of it, "I know doll but we should go back, then I'll take you to more nice places near here but it's time to go" "mmkay" you said as you placed your empty glass on the table,

He paid and you both walk with entwined hands, going back the on way he had traveled since he arrived at the coast years ago, the same path you memorized after spending a few weeks in that beautiful place, swinging their hands as they walked, you both walked in front of the sea, you stopped walking

"Is everything okay doll?" he said trying to analyze if something was wrong, you compared his big and warm hand next to yours, your small and soft hand decorated with pastel pink nail polish, you saw it for a few seconds and you got up to kiss him which took Ari by surprise, he took you by the waist to give you stability while he reacted by taking control of the kiss, it was obvious that it was your first kiss since the lack of experience of your lips showed it to him, he began to get hard, you gave up trying to take control of the kiss, leting yourself be guided by him, the taste of alcohol and cigarettes in his mouth began to please you, a feeling that only happened when you watched romantic movies on television started to be created between your legs.

You both separated due to lack of air before that dominant kiss, he could observe you, illuminated by the light of the moon with puffy lips and tired eyes your where really tired, his erection was noticeable on his canvas pants, you smiled innocently and with lust, to then run quickly to your grandmother's house, you carried your shoes in your hands, your hair free by the wind and traces of your bare feet in the sand leaving a small path on the sand.

"Fuck doll, you will end up being my perdition” he said as he watched your little silhouette disappear as you ran

you arrived home, agitated, happy and with adrenaline that made your heart beat fast, you went up to your room and in your bed looking at the ceiling while you remembered everything that happened in a moment, small tickles in your intimate zone made you tremble, you have never felt something so strong for someone, and it feels so forbidden because you feel it for a man who is years older than you, now you were happy, hot and tired

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the next day you went out again in front of the sea, remembering what happened the night before, excited for the rest of the time here and wishing it would not end, but surprisingly Ari did not arrive at the time he used to do it, it was getting late and you decided enter your house again, your grandmother was not at home, on Saturdays she goes out with her friends and usually she came back the next day so you have one day alone per week, it was around 11 at night, you were in your pants pink plaid and a little tank top with a strawberry embroidered on the front, waiting for the microwave to finish making the popcorn before watching a movie

The doorbell rang which was strange to you because your grandmother hardly ever receives people on her house,

It was Ari, a black leather jacket and a gray shirt, boots, and blue canvas pants, more attractive than you remembered him

"Hello Ari, I didn't know you would come, which is also funny because I never told you where I live" you said joking, you invited him to come forward, "I've come here a couple of times to repair some things, and how careless I would be if I didn't know where my girl lives" he said

his girl you liked how it sounded and it seemed like a nice way he perceived you,

the microwave sounded breaking the silence, the popcorn was ready, you went to the kitchen for a bowl "why did you run doll?" you turned to see him, you felt small for a moment "did you think he was going to come after you and catch you?" you swallowed hard, that wasn't really what you wanted, it was just a bit of fun

"well no, princess I don't run after what I want, I go patiently for it" he went to the kitchen, "well here you are now" you said while he placed behind your ear a lock of your hair "is this a game for you princess?" you moved your head to the sides, it wasn't, but you're such a tease "N..no Ari" he took your chin with his hands so you could see "I like you princess, you're pretty and I promise to be there for you and take care of you, and spoil you, only if you let me"

"Yes," never you a word come out of your mouth so quickly, he kissed you a dominant kiss, claiming what is his "you left me hard the other day" "I guess you finished horny too right princess" how could he know?

"When you kissed me.. I felt ticklish" Ari smirked, "I know doll, where did you feel it?" you gave him an innocent look you both knew where

While he was playing with your lips with his thumb, you opened your mouth to sigh and he took the opportunity to put his thumb in your mouth, instinctively you made way for him sucking his thumb, but he wanted you to use your words, "down there..." you said softly,

"does your pussy tingle when I kiss you like this?" He took your chin again to kiss you, separating the kiss and feeling how the smell of his man's perfume was impregnated on your neck as he passed his lips over your neck "ah...ah...Ari it tingles"

the scratchy effect that his beard produced on the skin of your neck it started to make you feel wet, "so sweet, you smell so good princess, I wonder if you taste as good as you smell"

"Why don't you come check it out yourself?" you said laughing, "oh doll I'm sure you fantasize about me taking you, taking your small and fragile body in my hands and kissing you in such pure places that you have"

"A..Ari..please"

"please what doll?” “what do you want my little girl huh?"

"ah.mm..Ari" meaningless words and monosyllables came out of your mouth while he play with one of your nipples on the fabric of your shirt, "the first time I saw you come out of the sea, you were so pretty, it seemed that the beers that I had taken they were making me see the sirens of the sea, but it was you"

"Ari whait.." he stopped "I really want to do it with you, but I've never had something like that with any man before, please be gentle” he saw you with love and lust, but the lust doesn´t mean to be a dick with you "doll of course I will be, just trust me" He took you by the hand and went out the door, you both walked to his house, you entered and saw the furniture and the comfortable esthetics for such a beautiful house, you both went up the stairs and reached his room, the main room with a large balcony and a bed with black sheets and big white pillows the only thing that illuminated the place was the light of the full moon, slowly he took your shirt and searched your eyes to ask for approval, you nodded and he removed it above your head, your small breasts being attacked by the raspy kisses that Ari gave them "Ah...Ah....Ari I like...I like it"

so sensitive, your first time doing something so impure with someone and even better, someone who really knew what they're doing "those college kids will never know how to do it like me," said while he was lying you on the bed, you watched Ari get rid of her jacket leather and his T-shirt, his muscular body and his hair that went down to his intimate zone made you bite your lip, they were so different, your pale skin prickled when he slowly lowered your pink pajama pants, leaving you exposed to him only wearing little purple panties that matched your skin tone,

"it's not fair I'm almost naked and you're not" you said laughing Ari smiled and started tracing small circles on your clit on top of your panties "Ah.ahg..Ari" meaningless moans and heavy breaths flooded the room, desperate you lowered your panties to give him more access, a wet circle was on your panties,

"So desperate for my doll? "Look how wet you are, all this for me?"

"y..yes..ah. Only for you" he carefully slid his middle finger through your folds making you shake in pleasure, he slowly inserted a finger and you let out a screech of pain , you had never entered that such an intimate place, a little discomfort made you close your legs, he opened them again and with a slow rhythm he place a rhythm

"My perfect and pretty doll, you are so beautiful when you are so clouded with pleasure" after a minute of playing with your clit you started to feel the orgasm "Ari I feel ... Strange...Ari...ah" it was your first orgasm approaching, "let it go for me princess"

"ah..Ari..Ahh" your walls giving you intense pleasure as they squeezed Ari's fingers, "so fucking tight doll" he said, you smiled happily after that feeling of pleasure that made you feel like the air you breathe is purer, you sat slowly on the bed, watching Ari, and of course he couldn't be happier to see you pleased, admiring how your hair, which was always messy, fell slightly down your cheeks,

He unbuttoned his pants remaining in boxers, you approached the edge of the bed and curiously touched his already hard member "fuck, doll"

"you're very hard," you said while you looked at him astonished, he lowered his boxers to reveal his erect member, you opened your eyes in surprise, you've never seen “that” before in real life, "Ari... you're so big, that's not going to fit" you said amazed and worried while you touched him with your hand, cleaning a drop of pre cum from his member

"doll, I'll be gentle " He took a condom out of his wallet, put it on,and you watched intently the process expectantly as to what he would do next. a little convinced you agreed "we won't do anything you don't want to do", "I want to try new things Ari, and I want to do it with you" you told him while he smiled, his erection brushing your stomach, you slowly settled back on the bed, and he guided his member to your entrance

allowing the head of his cock to enter slightly, a groan of pain remind him that he should be careful with you, he began to slowly introduce himself on top of you feeling how tight you are, "so tight, taking me so well, you are perfect princess"

"Ah Ari... It hurts so bad...Ari please" you said as large tears ran down your cheeks, he took your legs and placed them on his waist, you are lying down and he with his feet still on the floor, he leaned down to kiss your cheeks and say nice things to you. distract you from the pain, after a few seconds he began to give some soft but firm thrusts making you release some "huh" of pleasure, while he strongly took your hips and moaned how much he liked being inside you, your breathing became more agitated, you began to squeak his name louder, you were reaching the climax and so was he, while he saw how your small breasts bounced while he rammed you, he could feel

how your walls squeezed him letting him know you were reaching orgasm, "Ari I'm ah..." a loud moan sounded throughout the room when you still felt waves of pleasure run through your body, Ari increased her speed and came inside the condom staying a little longer inside you, while he felt how his breathing leveled off, he took his member out of your pussy and gave a few small blows with it on your clit, making you tremble with pleasure as it intensified your sensitivity

you turned around and smiled broadly as you felt the fresh air that came through the window, sensitivity in your intimate area and a lot of adrenaline,

Ari got rid of the condom and lay with you on your bed, recovering her normal breathing, "Ari i Loved it" you said as you hid your head on his chest, he caressed your back and played with your hair, "You're perfect doll" he kissed you on the forehead, he put it on you his shirt, you smell of him and that makes you feel so good, so desired and loved by the man who since he saw you felt that you were a mirage because of how beautiful you are in his eyes,

You both get dressed after a cold shower you used Ari's bath products, you ended up smelling like him and you honestly liked it, “Ari I feel a little bit sore" you said while you showed him one of the bruises that his strong grip on your hips had left

"I know princess, let's rest, so tomorrow I can take you to see more new places near here" you nodded happily and hugged him, you both went to his bed and he slept hugging you, feeling your essence of red fruits on his sheets, you don't complete each other, you COMPLEMENT each other, and that's all Ari is looking for and all you didn't know you needed.

After all, you don't think you'll need to go back, with Ari you have everything you need, and for work... well eventually some small businesses in the mall ended up making you the secretary of the auto shop on the coast, and Ari can even rethink If marriage is for him.

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Highways & Heatstrokes Masterlist

Pairing: Trucker!Ari Levinson x Hitchhiker!Reader

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)

Riding daddy* (HC request, 500 followers celebration)

Stranger offers reader a ride* (drabble request, 500 followers celebration)

Soft and sweet with Ari* (drabble request, 500 followers celebration)

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buckets-and-trees · 10 months

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Oral, vaginal, anal?

EM, YOU WICKED WONDERFUL MINX!

CONTENT WARNING: EXPLICIT DISCUSSION OF ORAL, VAGINAL, AND ANAL SEXUAL ACTIVITY

There's no wrong answer, and that makes this all the more difficult to choose.

but

FOR THE SAKE OF PLAYING THE GAME

Oral = Steve He's going to make it a bit rough with all that strength, all that pent up energy, but he's also going to make sure there are some soft moments, aware of me every second, and I know he'll give me ample praise.

Vaginal = Andy I want to be on my back, this man firmly between my legs, fucking me into the mattress, and he's desperately kissing me until we can't breathe, but then he's going to insist that I look at him and not break that intimate eye contact while he's pushing me to the heights of pleasure, holding me while he thrusts harder and faster until we're both spent.

Anal = Ari Biggest and beefiest, but the one I have no question is going to make sure that his kink becomes my kink because it's that good. He doesn't go for anal right away. We've slept together a couple of times probably before he tries anything. And he knows exactly what he's doing. He's got his hand on my ass while we're kissing and grinding, already mostly naked in bed, and because we're heading into the more comfortable stages of the beginning of our relationship, nothing is rushed. His hand moves from cupping and stroking and squeezing my ass cheek to drifting till his fingers are slipping between my cheeks and then he's gently touching that tight hole, then more insistently he starts to slip a finger in, and my breath catches, and he pauses but asks if that's okay, and I say yes, and he smiles and asks if it feels good, and I say yes, and he asks if I want more, and I bite my lip for half a second, but I trust him and know he's given me nothing but pleasure to this point, so I say yes. When he's ultimately balls deep in my ass, hunched over my back, with one arm around my waist while he slowly thrusts, I'm feeling caged in, but in the best way, and crying good tears, and Steve can praise, but Ari's got a mouth that's dripping with praises, pouring out filth, and has been talking me through every bit of taking his cock up my ass, and I'm fucking here for it. Ruined and his now unquestionably.

...which - er - didn't know I was going to get THAT INVOLVED in that answer.

Okay.

Link to the List of Sleepover Games

#aspen's anniversary sleepover #aspen asks #sleepover games #sleepover event #that escalated quickly #daddy ari #em/writing for marvel #late night secrets

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eulalielatibule · 10 months

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If Ari Levinson existed he would be too powerful. The whole world would combust. There would be another big bang.

#daddy ari #ari levinson #Chris evans

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christywrites · 3 months

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My love! Have an Ari for your inbox!

ohmygawwwwd thank you

He's so cozy and invinting and ugh 😵‍💫 wrap me up and never let me go, daddy

#ari #daddy ari #not writing #christy got mail

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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I just realised…

daddy ari is hairy… 🤤

#imyourbratzdollasks #anons welcome #daddy ari #big daddy #beefy daddy #hairy daddy #ari levinson

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wndawtch · 2 years

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daddy ari <3 💗💐🫶🏻🌷

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

#wndawtch speaks!#ari levinson x reader #daddy ari #chris evans #chris evans x you

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howdoyousleep3 · 7 months

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This pic haunts me every time I see it on my dash. All I can think of is Ari and taking a bite outta that ass 😂

I would take the juciest, fattest bite outta that ass. 😮‍💨 So big, Daddy would blush. 😈

#askK #daddy ari #oh hell yeah still on the short shorts kick yes plz

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evansbby · 6 months

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𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sugar daddy!Ari Levinson x naive!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: sugar daddy Ari, age gap, smutt, daddy!kink, ab riding, dirty talk.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your sugar daddy decides to dress you up in a costume of his choice for Halloween.

𝐀/𝐍: Random spontaneous Halloween "drabble" that is 3.8k words long lol. Inspired by the hottest daddy of them all, Ari Levinson, and his gorgeous abs. Hence the gif. Enjoy! And Happy Halloween, despite the fact that this drabble is not spooky at all.

“Twirl for me again, princess.”

Ari leans back against the headboard of his king-sized bed, his blue eyes dark as navy as he brings his glass of scotch up to his lips and takes a sip. His gaze is stuck on you as he lounges relaxedly, still dressed in his suit from work. Well, you’d taken his jacket off and loosened his tie for him before he’d patted you on your bum and sent you to your dressing room to try on the new costume he’d got for you.

You’d only been seeing Ari for two months. And by “seeing” you meant you’d only been his sugar baby for about two months, when you’d met him at the cocktail bar where you worked as a waitress. He’d come by one night with a bunch of his colleagues (all of them in expensive suits, clearly extremely wealthy). That notion had been confirmed when he’d pressed a few hundred-dollar bills into your hand at the end of the night, his eyes looking at you expectantly as if he knew you’d give him your number.

You had, of course. What followed was two months filled with expensive gifts, a hefty weekly allowance, a new designer wardrobe, glittering jewels and some incredible sex to top it all off. You’d gotten to know Ari in many different ways these past sixty days. But what you didn’t know he was so big on Halloween.

Your “costume” was for Ari’s eyes only, as he’d warningly told you when he’d handed you the shopping bag. And there was no way you could’ve worn it anywhere else: the baby pink satin negligee barely reached mid-thigh, but it was so breathtakingly pretty, so dainty with the lacy white trim and matching satin white gloves. The back was almost completely exposed, showcasing the pretty pink lace panties you had on underneath (with a heart-shaped cut-out that exposed your bum). A sparkly tiara on your head completed the look.

He'd dressed you as his little princess.

“How come you don’t have a costume, Ari?” You ask as you twirl around for him slowly, trying not to topple over in the expensive white pumps he’d also made you wear.

Ari licks his lips, beckoning you closer with just a look. He’d trained you well in the two months he’d had you, moulding you into his perfect angel who leapt at his slightest command. It was easy, since you were so cute and innocent, and so happy to please him. All he had to do was look at you a certain way and you’d jump to obey him. He watches you closely now, looking so precious and hot in your little princess costume (or lingerie, rather) and your lips part as you eagerly move closer to him, almost tripping in your heels to do so.

He chuckles, “I’m too old to be dressing up for Halloween, sweetheart.”

You pout, “You’re not old, Ari! You’re just perfect!”

He can’t help but smile at your cuteness and naivety; he really had plucked up the prettiest and most innocent little girl with a heart of pure gold.

“That’s real sweet of you, baby. Now turn around and bend over for me so I can see that cute baby ass.” He takes another sip of his scotch. You’d made him his favourite drink the moment he’d walked into his penthouse apartment where you’d been waiting for him like the delectable little treat you were – sweeter than any Halloween candy, and he could ravage you forever without ever feeling sick.

You giggle, feeling slightly rebellious. You’d had a few sips of wine before he’d come home, your anticipations running high whilst you waited impatiently for him. He was like a drug to you, with his rugged good looks and muscular body and charming smile. You were also incredibly attracted to the power he wielded; Ari owned and was the CEO of multiple companies across the globe, and for the life of you, you couldn’t imagine how he’d ever decided to ask for your number that one fateful night two months ago.

“But Ari, since I’m a princess tonight, that means I’m royalty. Which means I don’t have to follow anyone’s orders but my own, right?” You smile triumphantly.

Ari looks infinitely amused as he runs his hand through his unruly hair, his other hand inching down to palm his clothed crotch.

“Little princesses like you still have to take orders from their daddy,” he informs you, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches you teeter in your high heels. “Which, by the way, is what you should be addressing me as. You call me Ari one more time and I’ll take you over my knee. I don’t care if it’s Halloween.”

You pout harder, looking so extra cute that Ari has to pace himself from reaching over and grabbing you right then and there. He’s waited to dress you up in this costume for a while now, though, and he knows he needs to savour it.

“That’s a good little princess,” he murmurs in approval once you turn around and bend over, giving him the perfect view of your cute ass. “Look at those pretty little princess panties, hugging that cute baby ass. You like your panties, baby?”

“Y-Yeah,” you pant, and he knows you’re turned on by his words. “Thank you, daddy, I really like them.”

“You like being my little princess?”

“Yes, daddy. Wanna be your princess forever.”

Ari can’t help but crack a smile at how cute you are, and when you say things like that, he just wants to gather you in his arms and plant a thousand kisses to your face, cuddle with you and buy you whatever you please. But he has to keep a strong resolve tonight, because he’s been waiting for an opportunity to ravage you in your princess costume for ages now, and he’s been working overtime at the office and he knows he deserves this.

“Daddy? Can I stop bending over now? It’s startin’ to hurt.”

Ari swirls his glass of scotch around absentmindedly, a wicked look crossing his face, “Soon, baby. First, I want you to spank yourself.”

You gasp, and then there’s a pause.

“M-Me? Spank myself?”

“You heard me, baby. I won’t repeat myself.”

You reach back gingerly, squeezing your eyes shut because you’ve got your back to him and you know he can’t see (usually, he always demands you keep your eyes open). You give your behind a tentative little slap, feeling embarrassed to say the least.

“Harder, sweetheart. How can you be a princess if you don’t have a firm hand?” You can hear the smugness in his voice, and it just turns you on more. You know your new princess panties are soaked through, and you wonder if he can tell.

“B-But I don’t wanna have a firm hand,” you whimper, already feeling very submissive. You like it when he spanks you (although it hurts but it hurts so good). But you spanking yourself? It’s embarrassing. It turns you on because you’re doing it for him, but it’s still embarrassing.

“Are you talking back to me, baby?” Ari’s eyes are hooded with lust as he openly palms his dick.

“Sorry, daddy,” you bite your lip before giving your ass another slap – harder this time. And Ari exhales slowly as he watches your ass jiggle cutely, and he commands you to hit yourself again, to not stop until he says so. And he watches you spank yourself, turned on beyond belief at your complete submission.

“Fuck, you have such a cute ass, baby. Squeeze it for me.” He orders you, voice gruff and strained because of how horny he is.

You obey, squeezing the soft flesh through your barely-there panties. Ari’s fingers itch to touch you himself, make you mewl with pleasure just with his touch the way only he could. Because he’s the only one who’s ever touched you like that, who ever would touch you like that. You were his baby, his little princess and he’d take care of you forever.

“Stop. Now come here.”

You swallow, straightening up to walk over to him, except he stops you again by just a look.

“No, baby. On your knees. Daddy wants you to crawl.”

You decide to test your luck one last time, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes, “But daddy, I’m supposed to be a princess and not a kitten. And princesses don’t crawl.”

Ari rolls his eyes, “You’ll do as I say. Baby princesses like you still need to obey their daddy because you’re not in charge, got that?”

“Y-Yeah, I got it.” You sink down to your knees and slink over to him, making sure to sway your hips as you crawl because you know he loves that. And you love how he looks at you darkly, his eyes so blown out with lust and want. As if he’s restraining himself from just grabbing you and fucking you. Because you know how virile he is, how high his sex drive is.

“That’s my good little girl,” he coos, making you feel all special. You stop at the foot of the bed and he reaches down, petting the top of your head, stroking your hair like you’re some kind of pet. Your sparkly tiara falls lopsided, but manages to stay on your head. But you like how he strokes you, you like how affectionate it feels, and so you nuzzle up into his palm, wanting him to stroke you some more.

Instead, he grabs a handful of your hair and yanks you up, manhandling you as if you’re his little baby, till he’s got you nestled on top of him, and you can feel his hard dick underneath you. A wicked look in his eye, he straightens your tiara before patting your cheek condescendingly.

“How’re you enjoying Halloween so far, princess?”

You mull over it, trying not to focus on his hard dick directly underneath your butt. “It’s nice. This is the first time in a few years that I’ve stayed in for Halloween, instead of going to a party.”

This was true, since being at college for the past two years meant that you always went out on Halloween.

“Oh yeah? You’d rather be at a frat party right now?” Ari’s hands land on your hips, grinding you down against his dick so that you’re effectively dry humping him. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head, and you made grabby hands at him but he holds you at bay.

“No, no, no!” You answer desperately, trying to lean forward to kiss him but he holds you in place firmly, “Would much rather be with you, daddy. I love you so much.”

Ari can feel his heart melting fast. You’re just so delectable and cute, blinking up at him with those gorgeous eyes of yours. And it had been so easy for you to fall in love with him, you’d told him so only two weeks into your whirlwind romance. He’d taken you out on his private yacht, and he’d bought you the prettiest sailor outfit, and you’d clung to him because you were scared you might fall overboard because of how clumsy you were.

But you’d looked so pretty as the salty sea air rushed over your face, and how you just wouldn’t let go of his hand. You couldn’t stop smiling either, and when he’d kissed you on the deck, holding you firm against the railing as the sun set into the ocean behind you, that’s when you’d whispered it breathlessly against his lips. Like you couldn’t keep it in any longer: I love you.

You’d tried to tug away from him after that, embarrassed at how you’d let your inner feelings slip out so soon into your relationship with him. But you couldn’t help it, he just made you feel so safe, so alive, so wonderful, so you. You’d tried to make a hasty exit, making up an excuse that you had to make a phone call, and praying he hadn’t heard you whisper those three forbidden words…

But Ari had heard you, and his heart had swelled in a way he never thought it could. He’d entered this relationship with you because he needed someone to take care of, and well, you were so hot the night he’d first seen you. So pretty and innocent and lovely. And then he’d gotten to know you, and you were so lively, and made him feel so youthful, made him feel so powerful and important, made him feel like he had to protect you while you danced around his life and made him laugh and cheered him up the way only you could.

He’d held you tightly against him that night on the yacht, not letting you slip away as he’d cupped your beautiful face in his hands, and he’d told you that he loved you too, more than he’d ever loved anyone else. And the look on your face, that look of utter devotion and awe, like you had stars in your eyes – he wished he could bottle it up inside a jar and keep that look safe forever.

That’s how you’re looking at him now, in your cute little princess lingerie, and your lips are begging to be kissed. Ari can’t stand it any longer, and he grabs you by the back of the neck and pulls you down, pressing his lips on yours in a heady kiss.

“You’ve been waiting for tonight, haven’t you?” He breathes against your lips.

You swallow harshly and nod. Of course you had, the moment he’d texted you this morning telling you to be ready for him at his apartment when he got home. That was obvious code that he was going to ruin you tonight, and the pretty princess costume was just the cherry on top of the cake.

Biting your lip, you shyly untuck his shirt from his pants and lift it up, revealing his toned, hairy abs. God, he was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen – with an amazing, buff body that was twice the size of yours. He was bigger than you in every single way possible, and you sigh as your fingers run over the deep ridges of his tanned six pack.

Ari snorts, “Like what you see, princess?”

“Uh huh. You’re so hot.” You blurt out.

“Thank you, baby. Why don’t you give me your panties?”

The way he so casually redirects the conversation has your cheeks feeling hot and your pussy clenching in anticipation. Taking your panties off while straddling his crotch proves to be difficult, but you’re nimble enough to make it work. The lace is wet with your juices and your cheeks heat up even more as you hand your panties to him.

Ari brings the lacy material up to his nose, sniffing in your pretty scent. God, he wanted to be buried with your scent if it was possible. He can’t help but find the gusset, sucking the silk into his mouth and tasting your juices.

“You’re so sweet, princess.” He mutters, before shoving the panties in his pocket.

“I’m all wet, daddy,” you pout, knowing your wetness has seeped over to stain his pants as you sit on top of his crotch.

“Oh yeah?” Ari feigns disinterest, busying himself with another sip of his scotch. “Is your little baby cunt getting needy?”

“Yeah!”

“You want daddy to take care of her? Your little cunt?”

You throb at his words, “Yes, please!”

He makes no move to put his scotch away. “I think I’d rather watch you, princess. You can rub yourself on me to make yourself cum.”

You shudder at how casually he says it, but at the same time bite your lip, “B-But daddy, I feel so empty down there. Need you inside me, pretty please?”

Ari pretends to mull over it, “I don’t know, gorgeous, your baby pussy’s awfully tight. I don’t think I’d even get a finger in.” (That was true, you were super tight, but he could work you open in a matter of minutes. He always did, after all, but he wants you to work for an orgasm tonight).

You grab his hand and push it between your legs, feeling like you’re about to go into heat by how turned on you are. “Y-You could stretch me open, daddy, I-I don’t mind! Just wanna feel you inside me.”

“Maybe later, sweetie,” Ari murmurs, indulgently brushing your hair off your face and pulling your cheek when you pout. Of course, he definitely intended to fill you up real good, fuck both your holes silly with his cock and his tongue and his fingers. But the night was still young, and right now he wanted a show while he enjoyed his drink. “C’mon, baby, it’s Halloween. Even a princess has to work a little to get her treat.”

He picks you up by your waist, placing you on his hairy abs, which are rock hard just like his cock which is still in the confines of his pants.

You grab on to his shoulders to steady yourself, before you start moving. And oh, it feels absolutely heavenly, your quivering pussy rubbing against his hard abs, the hair on his torso catching against your swollen clit and immediately making you moan.

“F-Feels so good, daddy,” you whimper, and it makes Ari smile at how cute you are. How much you love it when he makes you feel good, how you selfishly chase after your own pleasure whenever you can because he knows it’s never felt this good for you before. You don’t have to tell him that he’s the best you’ve ever had – he can see it in your eyes every time.

“Yeah? Is your cute baby cunt getting some relief? You enjoy using your daddy like this?” He mutters lowly, pinching your hip to make you move faster as he takes another sip of his scotch. His cock is incredibly tight still confined to his pants, and he’d have loved for you to grind against his cock instead but he knows he would’ve blown his load because of the friction paired with how hot you look right now.

“You enjoy dressing up like a little princess and giving your daddy a show?” He continues, feeling the beast inside him awaken as you whimper so cutely on top of him. With his fingers gripping your hip tightly, he roughly drags you back and forth over his abs, “That’s right, slutty baby, make a mess all over daddy, you like that, don’t you?”

“Yes!” You cry, getting to that point where everything that leaves your mouth is either a plea or incoherent gibberish and crying. That’s when you get so submissive that there isn’t a single thought in your head, and Ari’s sure he could make you do absolutely anything when you’re in that mindset.

His stomach is wet with your cream, and you’re grinding against him desperately now, and he knows you’ll cum any second because it doesn’t take much to get you to cum. He remembers doing this a lot with you in the early days of the relationship, when he knew for a fact you’d need a lot of prep before you could take his big, fat dick inside your pussy. So he’d made you grind on his torso instead, like how you were doing now, as a sort of practice before the real sex. And it’s like you’d never been pleasured before in your life because you came so quickly, over and over again, squirting all over him and begging for him to put it inside you.

Clearly, nothing had changed in two months.

He downs his scotch before setting the glass aside on his bedside table. Then he licks his lips, hand slipping down between your legs. He spreads your folds and you gasp, rocking your hips faster as you feel more now, your clit rubbing deliciously against his abs.

“C’mon, princess,” he urges, moving you up and down on his abs harder, “make yourself cum, baby, squirt all over daddy like the good little girl I know you can be. Like all good princesses squirt on their daddies. You wanna be a good princess, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do!”

“Say it, then.”

“W-Wanna be a good princess for you, daddy. Wanna be so good!” Your face is glistening with sweat and tears, and you’re working so hard for your release. He knows all he has to do is rub your clit once or twice, or even just press against it and you’d cum. But he wants you to work for it, so he can praise you for it and then reward you for making yourself cum with minimal help from daddy.

“You’re daddy’s sexy little princess,” Ari murmurs lowly, pulling you down by the neck till your face is buried in the crook of his neck, and you bite at his skin and cry and moan his name as he talks, “you’re doing such a good job, baby, rubbing that baby cunt all over daddy’s abs. You’re so good for me, baby, so fucking good and I love you so much. Daddy loves you so much, honey. More than anything in the world.”

You squirt all over his stomach, your sweet cream covering ever ridge and dip of his muscular torso. You cry and cry, like how you often do when you’re overwhelmed when orgasming, grabbing at his face and kissing him, and he kisses you back fervently, allowing you to make out with him because he knows how overwhelmed and good you feel.

“That’s such a good girl,” he praises you, rubbing your back as you quiver in his arms, and he can feel your pussy quivering too, “such a good fucking girl, you worked so hard, baby and I’m so proud of you.”

“L-Love you so much, daddy,” you whimper pitifully, your poor tiara finally falling off your head, and Ari wants to chuckle at how spent you look, how exhausted you look from rubbing your pussy on him for a couple of minutes. He reminds himself to get you a bottle of water in a few minutes once you’ve calmed down, because he knows he’ll be keeping you busy for the better part of tonight and he wants you to have the energy for it.

But for now, he’ll let you rest for a few minutes. You snuggle up into his chest, breathing hard as you try to catch your breath. Ari pours himself another scotch, and lights up his cigar, taking a long drag before blowing the smoke out in your direction.

“Happy Halloween, sweetheart,” he grins wickedly, and you lift your head up slightly to offer him a weak smile. “Now put your tiara back on, princess. The night’s not over yet.”

AKSHDSAJGA WHAT DO YOU THINK???? PLEASE LET ME KNOW THIS WAS EXTREMELY SPONTANEOUS AFNKLAGNSKAL I JUST AM OBSESSED WITH SUGAR DADDY ARI AND HIS ABS BYE.

anyways lemme know what you think and pls do reblog and leave any feedback thank you ily

#ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #sugar daddy ari

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