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౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Cherry’s Concepts 1/50
Character; Ari Levinson
Kink; Sex in front of a mirror
Dialogue; “I’m sorry, what was that?”
Requested by; @cevansbaby-dove
As always, this blog contains 18+ content only, your media consumption is your own responsibility, all dark content will be labled as such. Please read at your own risk.
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Ari’s hands were bulging as he tightly gripped the wheel of his truck, his foot pressed hard against the accelerator as you watched his jaw clench. You sat in silence as he pulled into the driveway of your home, maybe you had gone too far this time?
Ari had previously been working away for a week and decided to take you out for a nice, expensive meal as an apology gift for leaving you all alone for so long. It was sweet, but that wasn’t what you wanted, you were frustrated. Sexually. After years of having rough, kinky sex everyday, a week without it felt like years.
So, you did what you do best, firing up an attitude all night, complaining that your food didn’t taste good even though it was your favourite, shrugging him off whenever he tried to reach for your hand across the table, giving him one word answers with unnecessary attitude as he tried to engage in conversation with you, to no avail.
His final straw was the flirtatious wink you gave the cute waiter as he passed you the bill. Ari had swiped his card, leaving no tip and grabbed your hand, dragging you out of the restaurant in a flash.
You climbed out of his truck and shut the door gently, not wanting to anger Ari any further than you already had. “Upstairs, now.” he commanded in a stern tone as he ran his fingers through his thick brown locks. Your feet were quick to shuffle towards the stairs leading to your shared bedroom, Ari trailing not far behind you.
You entered the room and sat on your bed, the smell of him not yet faded from his time spent away, but nowhere near as prominent as usual.
As soon as your thighs hit the sheets, his muscular arm flew towards your throat, his hand gripping tightly against your neck as you choked for breath
“You stupid, stupid fuckin’ girl” he growls, forcing you to look up, ensuring you maintain eye contact by giving your throat a tight squeeze
“You’d better strip and you’d better do it fast before i make this ten times worse for you, you little brat.” he released your throat with a slight push.
You were quick to take off your clothes, sliding your top over your head and your pants over your ankles. Peeling off your soaked panties.
“All i wanted was to come home to you, take you out for a nice meal, wine and dine you, then come home and make sweet love all night long” he said disappointedly while he himself stripped down “But you just had to be a spoilt fucking brat, after everything i do for you”
He was already rock hard as he pulled his shaft out of his boxers, stroking his thick cock, his thumb swiping over the precum leaking from his tip. You whined, wishing desperately to taste him in your mouth instead.
Ari bent down, placing his knees outside of your own, his hands resting against the mattress on either side of your head, caging you beneath him.
He rubbed his swollen tip up and down your pussy lips, coating himself in your juices. He was quick to push his thick mushroom head against your entrance, sliding into your hole as you moaned pornographically.
“yeah? yeah, you missed my fat cock, huh?” he moaned and your walls clenched around him as he burrowed his head into your neck, biting down on your soft skin, making sure to leave a mark as his thick beard rubbed up against you.
“look at yourself baby” he gripped your hair in a tight fist and pulled up your head “look how ruined you look beneath me” you were forced to stare at the gigantic mirror directly above your shared bed, in the dim lighting you could see each muscle in Ari’s tanned back straining as he pummelled his cock deeper inside of you. Fucking into you with more force than he had ever used before.
He was right in what he said, you looked wrecked and he had only just started. Your hair flying out in all directions and your makeup smudged across your face. But you didn’t care, it felt good to see yourself being claimed by him.
“Oh g-god, Ari i can’t take it, s’ too much” You babbled, trying to plead with him as his hips rocked against your own
“I’m sorry, what was that?”
He chucked “Can’t hear you over the sounds of your wet fuckin pussy sweetheart” he picked up his pace again, thrusting harder into your soppy cunt. “Shoulda’ known, only good girls want to make love, dirty little whores like you just want get fucked.”
౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Cherry’s Concepts 5/50
Character; Ari Levinson
Kink; Man handling
Dialogue; “Are you fucking crying?”
Requested by; Mimi <33
As always, this blog contains 18+ content only, your media consumption is your own responsibility, all dark content will be labled as such. Please read at your own risk.
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Ari’s hand squeezes your wrist in a tight grip as he drags you across the building and into his office. “Wh-what are you doing, Ari! Let go of me!” you stammered, shocked by his show of sudden aggression.
He grumbles, tossing you roughly onto his office chair. “What are you, some kind of office whore now? Is my attention not enough for you, huh?” he seethes, looking down at you from his 6’4 frame.
“I don’t know what you’re talking abo-“ you begin, keeping your eyes on the floor. Only for him to cut you off, his hand darting forward, gripping your jaw, forcing you to look him in his eyes.
“Don’t bullshit me!” he snaps, his cold blues flashing with anger.
“Showing up in your short fuckin’ slutty skirts, bet you wanted one of those men out there to fuck you, huh? is that what you wanted?” he accuses, his grip on your jaw becoming tighter. “N-No Sir” you tremble in confusion.
After all he did pick out the so called ‘short’ skirt last week! Telling you how pretty you’d look all dolled up for him.
So, Why was he being so mean?
“Stand up and bend over my desk, take those whore soaked panties off while you’re at it.” he ordered, his tight grip on your jaw falling, gifting you a feeling of relief.
When you failed to move, still in shock, his hand smacked across your cheek, your face whipping to the side, turning a pale shade of pink. You yipped, feeling your eyes begin to fill with tears.
You rushed to your feet. Doing exactly as he said you bent over his desk, shimmying your panties down your thighs and stepping out of them.
“Count.” he spits, his voice firm. Suddenly you feel his hand strike out, laying into your ass, your legs begin to quiver at his show of strength. Your cheeks starting to feel sore already, knowing you wouldn’t be able to sit for at least a few days. “O-One.” you sniffled.
“Are you fucking crying?” he asked in a rough tone, his eyebrow raising. He turned your head from behind to face him.
“Oh my sweet, slutty girl, crying already? but daddy’s barely even touched you.” he mocked. You pout, tears now streaming down your flushed cheeks.
“You can take it, and if you can’t, well..” He guffawed. “That aint’ really an option for you sugar.” his menacing gaze was a warning in itself.
And he’s right, you can take it, you have to.
You always do.
