Cause That’s When I’ll See You Again
DBF!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader
Summary: The one time of year your dad’s best friend is in town is during the holiday season - the perfect opportunity for some no strings attached, filthy sex with a man who actually knows what he’s doing, but year after year it becomes harder to convince yourself you’re only in it for the orgasms.
Festive prompt: a roaring fireplace
Warnings: strictly 18+, smut, oral sex (f receiving), daddy kink, praise kink, a little angst (cause it’s me and I can’t help myself), happy ending, fluff and soft feelings, age gap is implied although exact ages are never mentioned
Word count: 2.5k
A/N: Happy Holidays to my Thot Neighbourhood Secret Santa, the lovely, beautiful and talented @jobean12-blog. Jo thank you for being such a ray of positivity and love on this site. You are one of kindest souls with the warmest heart, thank you for being you. I hope you enjoy this and have a wonderful holiday season ♥️ also a HUGE thank you to @late-to-the-party-81 for putting so much time and effort into organising this Secret Santa - I love and appreciate you Jen 💜 banners by @vase-of-lilies and dividers by @firefly-graphics
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A sense of déjà vu washed over you as you laid a tartan blanket in front of your crackling fireplace.
It was that time of year again, where colourful festive lights were strung throughout your neighbourhood and flurries of snow dusted the town, the combination of which produced an intangible magical quality, one you wished you could forever encapsulate and preserve in a snow glow.
The festive season was finally upon you.
Despite the chilly temperatures, most people’s spirits were warmer than ever, including yours. This time of joyful celebration also happened to coincide with the one time of year your dad’s best friend, the beefy and dangerously handsome Ari Levinson, returned home from his almost year long stint working overseas.
And to ensure that he wouldn’t be spending the holidays by himself and celebrating Hanukkah alone, your friendly father invited Ari to spend the festive season with your family.
The first time you slept together had been accidental - well, if you can call finally giving in to the massive crush you had developed on the burly framed, sex god, who never failed to affectionately refer to you as ‘Toffee’ because the chewy confection had been stuck in your teeth the first time you met, an accident.
But once you kissed him, allowed his large, assertive hands to roam over your every curve, and let his tongue taste every drop of your arousal for him, you knew you were in trouble.
You swore you’d never cross that line and act on such feelings, but when said sex god, with eyes as blue and inviting as a warm summer sky, looked at you like a ten course meal he wanted to devour, well, all logical thinking and restraint flew out the window, along with your panties.
The entire following year, you wondered if your dalliance was fated to be one glorious night. Whether Ari considered it a moment of weakness on his behalf and if he regretted what the two of you did, or if he was as desperate for it to happen again as you were.
The following holiday period, your questions were answered almost immediately.
The first time you two were alone again, all it took was one quizzical glance and you knew he too was thinking back to the night a year ago.
Perhaps it should have concerned you just how easily you gave yourself up to him, but you were honestly so desperate for him to have his way with you, to utterly ruin you again, that the desire between your legs overruled any self-control your brain tried to exert.
From your experience, none of the men your age knew anything about how to satisfy a woman, but there was no doubt with Ari, by your third orgasm, when you were floating on a cloud of pure bliss, you were convinced your bodies were made for each other.
This particular year he had a whole two weeks at home before departing again, and you made use of all fourteen euphoric days.
“Fuck, Toffee, so wet and messy, just for me - your pretty pussy gonna cum on these fat fucking fingers again? You gonna make a mess all over daddy?” His low growling voice was already such a turn on, but when he talked to you like that, you couldn’t stop yourself from cumming right then and there.
“That’s it, pretty girl, doing such a good job for me. Look how beautiful you are bouncing on my cock.” His praise spurred you on, lifting yourself up and sinking down on him again so he filled you completely, but when he reached to where your bodies connected, strumming on your clit, the coil in your stomach tightened as he brought you closer to your orgasm. “Wanna feel you cum around me baby, can you do that for me?”
“Still can’t get enough of me, can you Toffee?” He spoke into your ear as he pinned your hands above your head, fingers interlocked with yours, his weight pinning you to your bed, hips rolling into your own filling the room with salacious sounds of skin slapping skin. “You’ll never get enough, will you? I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you either.”
As you laid beside Ari the day before he was due to leave, content listening to the crackling fireplace, head resting on his broad chest, his strong arm wrapped tenderly around your waist, pulling you back into him as if your touch itself sustained him, you couldn’t help your mind from wondering if you meant more to him than simply an easy fuck; someone he knew would be available to take his sexual frustrations out on for the couple weeks a year he was home.
You had never met someone who fucked you so rough, but also treated you with such tenderness, as if you were something worth taking care of.
There were moments throughout the past couple weeks, when his eyes weren’t consumed with just pure lust for you, there was something else swirling around those desire-blown pupils. But you told yourself it must be your imagination. Surely he couldn’t truly be looking at you with the devotion you wished he felt for you.
When time came for him to leave again, you didn’t have the words to express to him how you had treasured the past two weeks. You were fully aware that he was your fathers best friend, and even if that weren’t reason enough to prevent your heart from becoming attached to him, you knew his position which took him overseas for the majority of the year should be. Whatever this was between you two, it could never turn into something real.
But that didn’t stop you from wishing it could.
The following year was pure torture. When you had only hooked up just once, you could at least resign yourself to the thought that it was a one time thing that meant nothing to him.
But now, knowing you had both been so eager for it to happen again, and the expectation that come the next holiday season you would pick up right where you left off, made you miss his presence even more.
The thought itself was exciting, but also agony.
Because, even if you wouldn’t admit it aloud, you missed not only the toe curling orgasms, but the way his eyes softened when they looked at you, how your body fit so perfectly with his as he cradled you to sleep, and the tranquil happiness you seemed to only find in his company.
Unbeknownst to anyone else in his life, Ari had made the executive decision to have an additional two weeks at home this year, designed to be spent solely with you.
He knew he couldn’t offer you the life or relationship you deserved, but just in this one aspect of his life he wanted to be a little selfish.
He wanted his sweet Toffee all to himself for these next four weeks, watching as your face contort in the most exquisite way as pleasure washed through your entire body; he wanted to wake up beside you and spend the cold mornings bundled up with you, listening to your voice as you read chapters of your new favourite book; but more than anything, he wanted to kiss you every chance he got, roughly kiss you until you were completely out of breath, sweetly kiss you when you were in the middle of a sentence because he just couldn’t wait until you were finished, tenderly kiss you right before you fell asleep so you would dream about his lips on yours.
Being able to spend a whole month with Ari was like a dream come true.
He spent an entire day teaching you to make sufganiyot just as his mother had done every Hanukkah when he was growing up.
Promised to beat you at every board game you kept stored at your place, but you were also convinced he let you win every time.
You sat by the roaring fire, one blanket stretched to cover both your laps as you read in peace, simply enjoying being together, even if you were doing something separately.
Someone could be confused into thinking that given the intimate nature of how you spent your days together, the pure tenderness which softened your gaze and the doting, involuntary smile tugging at the corners of your lips whenever you gazed at him, your relationship was much more significant than occasional fuck buddies.
But you couldn’t allow yourself to think like that - not only did Ari live most of his life oceans away from where you did, but he was best friends with your father. There was no way the two of you could ever have something that sembled a real relationship.
However, it was undeniable that when the two of you were together, it was something even more magical than the holiday season itself. The sex was incredible, that was evident by the number of life shattering orgasms he could pull almost on demand from your body, but it wasn’t just the sex.
He could make you laugh like nobody else, helped you feel confident in your body, provided an environment where you were comfortable enough around him to divulge secrets you hadn’t even told some of your friends. He brought out the best version of you you didn't even realise existed before him.
After a particularly sensual and passionate night, you laid together by the roaring fire, however it was the warmth which came from snuggling beside Ari’s strapping naked form which you were most interested in. For the first time in your life you felt truly content, protected, but most of all, loved.
The way he looked at you, the way he touched you, he made you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, he could so easily fool you into thinking you were the only one for him.
Saying your inevitable goodbye was excruciating. Each year it became progressively more painful, and you weren’t sure you could manage the searing heartbreak which would come next year when you were positive you were already in love with him.
You couldn’t keep living like this, wondering for close enough to an entire year if the man you loved would still want you next festive season, whether in the time you were apart he had found someone else to settle down with, or if he wouldn’t be able to make it home for the next holidays, or came to the realisation of any one of the numerous reasons he wouldn’t want to continue sleeping with his best friends daughter.
You made a pact to yourself that the next time you saw Ari you’d tell him. Tell him how insanely happy he made you, how all you could think about was if next holidays you would get to experience that feeling of pure rapture when you were together, and how it killed you to consider that might not be a possibility. Tell him how possessive you were over him and that the thought he satisfied his needs with anyone else over the period you were apart ripped your heart from your chest. Tell him how even though it was entirely impossible and beyond impractical, you wanted to spend every moment of your year laughing with him until your cheeks ached, learning every aspect of his passionate soul and making love to him every chance you got.
Tell him that you loved him.
A knock on your front door pulled you from your reverie as you straightened the corners of your tartan blanket. Butterflies bloomed in your stomach and your heart clenched with dread.
This was it.
When you opened the door Ari looked handsome as ever, broad and tanned as if he had spent far too long in the sun. But it was the twinkle in his striking eyes at the recognition that it was you behind the door that made your heart flutter in your chest.
He didn’t speak a single word as he dropped his bags inside the entrance and pulled you into a tight hug. His embrace was warm and familiar, and even though it was Ari who was technically returning home, in a way it felt like you had as well.
“Ari?” The inflection in your voice indicated it was a question. Ari pulled back and studied your face before answering.
“Yeah Toffee?” His features stiffened and all of a sudden he looked worried. You had never seen him look this anxious before, and you made the quick determination that you didn’t like it one bit.
“I’ve had something on my mind literally all year and I need to come out and say this before we pick up where we left off.” You nervously babbled, peering down at how your hands were shaking.
“You’re in a relationship?” His voice was filled with sorrow which tore your heart in two.
“What? No. Actually, it’s sort of the opposite.” You nervously giggled, the sound of which seemed to calm his nerves. You took a deep breath to summon the courage you needed to confess your secret when his gorgeous eyes looked at you so expectantly. “I’ve been so hung up on you the past year I haven’t been able to think straight - well if I’m honest it’s probably been longer than just this last year. And I know this might ruin everything, and that it probably puts you in an awkward situation because of my dad, but Ari I think I’m in love with you.”
He took that moment to finally kiss you, like he was a suffocating man and your lips were his air. Lord, you had missed the tickle of his beard and how he smelled warm and musky, with a hint of tobacco. Every intimate feeling you had left unsaid you poured into that kiss, finally feeling free to convey every last emotion into your expression of love for him and not have to hold back as you had previously.
When you finally pulled away, needing air, Ari rested his forehead against yours, scrunched his nose and affectionately rubbed the tip against your own.
“My darling Toffee, I know wholeheartedly that I am in love with you.” You had never seen Ari smile as much as when he confessed those words.
“You do?” You asked, and he responded with an ardent kiss to your lips.
“This moment right here, reuniting with you, that’s what got me through the whole year. You’re the person I come home for.”
This time it was you that kissed him, eager, luscious and downright possessive. His luggage long forgotten, you steered him towards your living room and the cosy space you had set up next to the fireplace for an occasion just like this one.
You’d already had some very memorable holidays with Ari, but you were certain none would compare to this year.
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Shuri is the type to stick a vibrator up your pussy at the dinner table and purposefully ask you questions to watch you struggle while your friends are watching you
Shuri x black reader// 18+
especially if you’ve been testing her patience all DAY!!
“Y/n you good girl?” Your friend asks you with a concerned look.
Shuri pouted eyeing you over “Yes my love are you alright? you look…nauseated” you glared at her through your peripheral vision, before trying to sit up straight.
“I’m fine j-just uh cramping, yeah I’m cramping” it was a horrible lie but they seemed to believe it, your friend even went through her purse and handed you some ibuprofen. You shamefully took it as Shuri eyed you with a mischievous glint in her eyes, as you took a sip of your drink she tapped her kimoyo beads on her wrist and you immediately clinched your thighs together.
When you flinched it launched the liquid down your throat causing you to choke, your friends looked at you with another concerned look, now you were more becoming embarrassed.
“Usana are you sure you’re alright?” That brat.
She just had to put the attention back on you again.
“I’m fine“
“Oh you’re fin?” She asked tapping her wrist again fastening the pace of the vibrator she stuck in your pussy an hour ago. Your panties were completed drenched by now, and you were worried your cum would soak through.
“You know actually I’m not I think I need to lay down, I’ll see you guys later” you grabbed your things and quickly left the dinner table. On the way to the car you could feel your juices drip down you leg, shuri knew exactly what she was doing, walking slow watching you grow more annoyed as you tugged on the locked car door.
“Ok can you please turn it off now I can’t take anymore” you whined clenching your thighs together.
Shuri sighed acting as if she was thinking, she took you chin in between her fingers bringing your face closer.
“No” she smirked, you groaned stomping your feet on the floor of her car like a child.
“You’ll keep in in until we get home, and don’t think about cumming again” Shuri was very playful but when it came down to her threats you took them very seriously, so you decided to listen to her giving the fact you’ve pissed her off enough today.
“Yes ma’am.”
Listen idc what y’all say, she def has a ma’am kink 😭🤚🏾
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i know no one asked for this but i have to put it out there
ari levinson x reader (what's new)
rating: explicit (18+ ONLY)
warnings: smut :), fluff, size difference (ish), pseudo creampie, fingering, breeding kink 0-0, shorter than short idk
a/n: uhhh idk where this came from--i like how i just posted a creampie denial thot and now this 😩
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imagine you're dating ari but he makes you wait to have sex bc he's too big for you:
this is how ari gives you a creampie despite never fucking you 👀
instead of penetrative sex, he would use your soft body to get off, grinding against your ass or against your pussy until you both cum from the friction.
he'd dip two fingers in the messy puddle he left on your skin, then shove his dripping fingers into your cunt until he can see it spill out of you.
he loves the idea of keeping a little bit of himself inside of you and almost drools at the thought of getting you plump and pregnant with a child.
his cum is still warm as he manually coats your walls, finger-full by finger-full. you can't help but flutter around him, still over-sensitized by your recent orgasm.
ari takes advantage of your position and pushes your legs against your chest to keep you still. his eyes are locked on your cream filled cunt as he starts to pumps his thick fingers into you, angling them upwards to push against your g-spot.
your legs begin to tremble as you quickly teeter on the edge of ecstasy.
his beard gently scratches against your leg as he leans close and places a soft kiss against your skin. "that's it honey, give me one more." he murmurs calmly.
after a few stern strokes, heat quickly overtakes your body. instead of stopping, ari keeps pushing into you, wanting to watch you ride your orgasm out. he watches hungrily as the mixture of your essences drips nicely down his wrist.
your back arches sharply as your body unconsciously moves away from his insistent fingers that are still inside of you. your body stutters every so often as it calms down and you feel your cunt pulse in sensitivity.
"good girl, you did so good baby." you feel a comforting warm palm stroke against your hair as you come down from your high, and can't help but sigh against it.
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