#Ari levinson x woc!reader

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The Anatomy of an Orgasm

Summary: You make the mistake of faking an orgasm while in bed with Ari...

Warnings: Light Angst, Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Smut, Oral Sex (fem rec), Fake Orgasms, Stubborn Reader, Hurt Feelings, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Prompt courtesy of @writer84. Takes place early in Ari and Bird's relationship. Part of my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

When you think back to the early days of your relationship, one thing that always surprises you is just how perceptive this man could be sometimes – especially when it came to you. Even now, that man continues to watch you like a hawk, taking in your every movement. 

And listening to your every word.

You know it’s because he’s trying to anticipate your needs. Every day he wakes up, Ari Levinson strives to be the man you need him to be. Your safety and security are of paramount importance to him. He’s the type of man to take on your worries as his own. The type of man to help you master your fears. Over time he’s become more than just your champion. He’s also your biggest cheerleader. 

Which is why there’s this expectation that now exists between the two of you – one forged by trust, as well as honest and open communication. And while this is something that seems to come easy to your bounty hunter, sometimes it proves to be a little more challenging for you. 

It’s hard not to bottle everything up. It’s natural for you to simply stuff things down and wait until everything exploded later.

Because up until this point, you’d never had someone with whom you could share the weight of your world – even though Ari continues to show you that nothing is too much for his broad shoulders to carry. 

Tonight you’re lying in bed on your back, your legs draped over Ari’s muscled shoulders. His handsome face is currently buried between your thighs while he makes a meal out of your pussy. Your spine arches when you feel him suck your swollen clit between his lips, applying just pressure to have your eyes rolling back in your head. 

Or at least it would…if you could get yourself to relax enough to actually enjoy it.

“Taste so good, baby.” Your man rasps once he releases you, taking a moment to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss along the curve of your inner thigh.

“Uh huh.” You mumble, throwing your arm over your eyes as he gets back to his dessert. 

Ari nuzzles your dripping cunt with the tip of his nose, growling when he’s rewarded with a soft whine from you. And you can’t stop your hips from bucking when he slowly spears two thick fingers inside you, pumping them in and out in time with his wicked tongue. 

Any other time you would’ve been well on your way to your second orgasm, if not coasting along to your third. But every time you try to give over the pleasure, your traitorous mind keeps deciding to wander...

Sales at the bookstore were down this month. And the latest series, featuring a brand new, up-and-coming author, hadn’t performed anywhere near as well as you’d initially thought it would. Which was surprising to say the least – especially since the woman had spent the last month being featured on virtually every single morning daytime talk show that promised her an audience. 

And then there was all the shit you had on backorder. Items that were effectively stuck in limbo until the day they finally arrived on your doorstep. Hopefully sometime before next year.

You remind yourself to moan when Ari picks up his pace, your hips writhing beneath him as you try to hide the fact you’re becoming increasingly distracted. But try as you might, the disconnect between your mind and your body only continues to grow. 

A sharp cry escapes your throat when you feel his fingers curl, delicately stroking that special place inside you that normally made sparks dance behind your eyes. 

“That’s it, little Bird.” Ari grunts, his eager tongue lashing against your clit. “Be a good girl and cum for me. Wanna taste it.”

Yeah, there was no way you were gonna get there tonight. Not like this. 

“Give it to me, baby.” He orders again. “Right fuckin’ now.” 

At a loss for what else to do, you bear down, desperately clenching around him in what you hope is a believable performance. “Oh god, Beast!” You repeat the action again and again, making sure to accompany it with several breathy little sighs.

“Wow.” You breathe once Ari finally releases his grip on your hips. Now that you’re free, you quickly scoot away and begin searching for your discarded panties, which wasn’t typical behavior for you. You were more the type that preferred to bask in bliss.

But not tonight. Because you’d just faked an orgasm with this gorgeous man.

Right now you felt sweaty and awkward, and you needed space to breathe. You refuse to even look in Ari’s direction as you hastily begin to redress, lest he see right through you. 

"That was great." You mumble lamely.

“What are you–where are you goin’?” A pang of guilt hits you when you note the confusion in his tone. 

“Huh?” You slip his t-shirt over your head. He wouldn’t mind that you were leaving him half-naked, since he was wearing his boxer briefs. “I’m just gonna…go clean up. Maybe work off some of this excess energy.”

That last sentence has you inwardly face palming. What a stupid thing to say to a man like Ari Levinson. 

“Hey, come back here a second…” You watch out of the corner of your eye as he sits up in bed. At times like this you were reminded that the man in your bed was also a detective, which meant he came equipped with a sixth sense for bullshit. 

Mainly yours.

“Stay here and relax.” You tell him, making your way towards the door. “I just…know I won’t be able to sleep knowing I left behind a sink full of dirty dishes.” 

“C’mere first.”

Shaking your head, you head for the stairs. At that moment, even the underlying authority in his voice wasn’t enough to make you obey. You always seemed to find a sense of calm when you cleaned. Fingers crossed that it worked tonight.

You’re gifted with a whopping ten minutes to yourself before you hear your man lumbering down the stairs. Rinsing a plate under hot water, you hope that he’s only stopping in for a glass of water and not because he wants to talk. 

Grimacing, you move on to the next soiled piece of dishware, scrubbing vigorously. Your back remains turned, just as it had upstairs. Perhaps if you avoided eye contact he would simply grab his beverage and go on his merry way. 

“Bird.” 

Your beloved pet name rumbles from somewhere deep in his chest. However, you refuse to look at him, seemingly content to focus on the task at hand. 

“Clean glasses are in the cupboard.” 

“Hey.“ You startle when you feel two large, warm hands settle on your hips, followed by the soft skim of lips along the curve of your ear. “Stop.” 

“But I’m not done.” You mumble, blinking back tears for some stupid reason you can’t quite name. “Everything needs to be dried and put away. I haven’t swept or wiped anything down. And it’s been a couple days since I mopped.”

“Baby, your kitchen is always spotless. Now I’m askin’ you to dry your hands and come talk to me.”

“I’m not sure we have anything to talk about.” You hedge, wishing he’d just leave you be – even as you dutifully move to do as he requests.

“Yeah?” Ari gives you a comforting squeeze, willing you to relax against his bare chest. “Well, you could start by explainin’ just what what the hell happened back in bed.”

“Nothing happened.”

“My entire goddamned point.” Comes his gruff response. “That wasn’t you back there, baby.”

“Not sure I know what you’re talking about.” Squirming out of his embrace, you attempt to put some distance between you and him using your kitchen island as a buffer.

Ari sighs, tipping back his head to briefly stare at the ceiling. His big body remains tense as he struggles to get you to open up and tell him the truth. “Was I too rough with you? Are you…are you sore?”

That familiar pang of guilt returns full-force now, because of course your sweet Beast would be the kind of man to blame himself for the issues you’d experienced in the bedroom. It was just who he was. 

“No.” You swiftly respond before wrapping your arms around your middle. “I’m sorry I left so abruptly. I–I was focused on the kitchen. But I swear I’ll make it up to you.” And now you feel even worse for having abandoned him with a hard-on.

“Why are you fuckin’ lying to me?”

“I-I’m not.”

Your teeth begin to worry your bottom lip as you watch his demeanor change. His clouded blue eyes narrow as his nostrils flare, followed by that signature tick in his jaw. 

“Tell me you didn’t just fake it with me earlier. Look my in the eyes and fuckin’ tell me you gave something real back in that bed and I’ll leave it alone.”

You immediately avert your gaze. Because you honestly didn’t have it in your heart to keep lying to this man. He deserved better. And frankly, so did you. 

“Eyes on me, Bird.” He orders, demanding your full attention. “Open up that pretty mouth and start talkin’.” Sometimes this man had the patience of a saint. 

“I’m sorry.” You finally admit, wincing as the words come pouring out. “You weren’t supposed to–” You clamp your mouth shut and force yourself to pivot. “I didn’t think you’d be able to tell.”

Ari is quiet for a moment as confusion and disappointment radiate from his much larger form. 

“Why’d you do it?” 

“I’m sorry.” Unsure of what to do with all your nervous energy, you remove the tie from your hair to run your fingers through your curls. “I–I’ve never done it before. And I shouldn’t have done it tonight. I…” You glance down at your bare toes, wishing that the ground would simply open up and swallow you whole where you stood.

“Eyes.” Ari demands, making you jump slightly. “Damn it, baby. We’re gonna have a hell of a time making this shit work if you go mute every time there’s an issue.”

“It has nothing to do with you!” You manage to stop yourself just short of screaming. “I already said I was sorry, okay? Like, what more do you want from me?”

“And I want you to tell me when you suddenly decided to fake your pleasure with me!” He snarls, his brawny arms crossing his chest. “You claim you’ve never done it before. So what the hell made tonight so special?”

Yeah, he was fucking pissed. And what’s worse is that he had every reason to be. Because you’d hurt him. 

“Unless you’re lying to me. Again.” He continues when you refuse to answer. 

“I’m not.” You sniffle, dragging a weary hand across your face. “What you and I have – swear to God, Beast – it’s amazing. Explosive. Sometimes it feels like it’s too much to handle.” When all you receive is a grunt for your trouble, you take that as permission to keep going. 

“And tonight was no exception, it’s just…” You pause long enough to steady your breathing. “It felt like my body and my brain were totally disconnected. And no matter how hard I tried to relax and let myself feel good, I just couldn’t.”

Ari continues to stare you down as that tick in his jaw continues to work overtime.

“I’ve faked it before, with the others. Th–they didn’t know.” Neither Mason, nor the only other man you’d ever been with had seemed to notice whenever you’d been less than honest with them in bed.

“So you didn't think that I'd know. Jesus Christ.” He hisses, bracing himself on the edge of the counter. “Well, I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but I ain’t them.” He levels you with a hard look. “I know you, know your body. I’ve memorized what you look like when you cum, the little noises you make, the way your gorgeous body bends and your pretty toes curl.”

Your eyes flutter closed as he speaks, which is why you fail to notice when he begins to round the corner – like a predator stalking his prey.

“I know what you taste like on my tongue. Know what it feels like to have that greedy pussy gush around me while your heels dig into my back. Even when you tap out, you best be sure that she always wants more.”

When you open your eyes it’s to see Ari looming over you. But you’re not intimidated, because deep down you know he would never hurt you, even though you’d just hurt him. However, you’re surprised when he reaches up to cup your face with both hands.

“I know these things…” Your bounty hunter rasps, his voice sounding almost hoarse. “Because I know you. I know my woman.” A lone tear falls, slowly gliding its way down your check before Ari dashes it away with his thumb.

“It wasn’t you, Beast.” You rush to reassure him, even as you move to bury your face in the wall of his sculpted chest. “I’ve just been so worried about the store – it’s been a slow month. And I’m still waiting on an order from two months ago. And tonight it was like no matter how much I tried to forget and refocus…I just couldn’t.”

“Hmph.” He grunts, but not before pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “Why do you think I’m always on your stubborn little ass to talk to me?”

“I know.” Your words come out muffled. 

“If you’re not in the mood, or there’s too much going on in the beautiful brain, I want you to fuckin’ talk to me about it.” Without warning, he lifts you with impressive ease to set you on the counter. 

“I know.” Another tear escapes, but Ari is quick to wipe it away. “But I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Disappoint me how?” He scoffs, briefly resting his forehead against your own.

“If you want sex and I don’t or I can’t, then –” 

“Then I’ll handle that shit like a man.” Ari swiftly interrupts. “Baby, it’s like you breathe in my general direction and I’m fuckin’ hard. But if the moment’s not working for you, either because you’re tired or you got worries, I want you to fuckin’ talk to me. Don’t fake an orgasm to try and soothe my ego.”

Wordlessly you nod as you go to wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him closer. You feel yourself relax when he pulls you into his warm embrace. It was the first time you’d been able to do so all evening. 

“It won’t happen again. Just…please don’t leave tonight.” Your voice sounds so small and fragile it takes you by surprise. 

“Aw, I ain’t goin’ anywhere, pretty Bird.” One of his hands begins to rub soothing circles along your lower back. Later, you would learn that that thought had never even crossed his mind. “Consider this water under a fuckin’ bridge.” 

You continue holding each other for a while longer, content to bask in the comforting silence. If there was never any doubt as to why you were coming to care so deeply for this man, those thoughts had all been dashed tonight.

In fact, if you weren’t careful, you just might be tempted to fall in love with this man. 

“C’mon back upstairs.” Ari murmurs a little while later, but not before capturing your lips with a gentle kiss. “Let’s get you into a shower, I’ll even help you wash your hair.” 

At his urging, you'd shown him how to do a quick co-wash a couple weeks ago, and now he was hooked. Not that you were complaining.

“Okay.” You nod, unable to stop yourself from melting.

“Tomorrow, we’ll talk about the shop. Maybe brainstorm some ideas about how to fix things, or at least cushion the blow.” Again you nod, feeling more at peace with the world than you had the last several days. 

Reaching for your hand, you lace your fingers through his and allow yourself to be led back up the stairs, leaving the dishes and the rest of your chores undone. You had more important things to see to, right now. 

And, perhaps, a little more apologizing to do.

END

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pinboard¦ playlist¦ dividers¦ wc:14k ¦ paring: Dark!Frat!Alpha!Ari x Alpha!Omega?Reader

warnings: Misogyny, sexism, Rape! Non con! Breeding kink! blood, fighting, violence, forced impregnation, power imbalance, size difference, Ari being very mean, Manipulation, depression, yandere, obsession, Bucky and Curtis being assholes too, forced oral (m), being recorded without consent.

This is a very dark fic so please be aware of that before reading! This is my first commission too! <3 This is the alpha version! :)

Everyone knew Ari. How could they not? With a striking 6’6 figure, well toned with muscles that would make any woman shiver at the sight of the hunky man. All embodied with the face that would seem like it’s from a Greek god with a body to match. Gorgeous chocolate brown hair that was always swept back from his face yet still long enough to frame his angular face. A beard to match, making him look older than he was, an aura of maturity and grace in everything he did, no matter how simple. All matched with the most beautiful brown eyes that would glow like honey in the sunlight or darken like a black void when he laid his eyes on something he desired, which would only ever be you. The feisty Alpha that he was determined to bring to her knees, turn you into what you were meant to be, an omega. That’s what a woman was designed to be, and yet you defied his logic, and he just couldn’t stand it. You made his nose wrinkle in disgust at the fact you didn’t submit; how you carried yourself would make him curl his hand up into a fist. You were simply wrong to him.

It wasn’t just his looks that made him so well known, everything about him drew people in. He was the head Hockey Player, he had never lost a game and he prided himself on that. And in return so did everyone else, their champion who would always win a match. Then afterwards throw a raging party that left everyone filled with regret or empty memories. Especially the omega’s, they would enter these parties and leave defiled by whatever alpha had gotten them. There were rumours that Ari had participated in this but it was never backed up as he would often brag about how he would never accept such a tainted slut that got drunk and spread their legs so easily, he believed in true mates and that he would find his woman and put her in her rightful place. On her knees sucking his cock while the dinner was cooking and the baby was sleeping upstairs safely in the nursery all while living in a beautiful house he bought with a pretty white picket fence. He was traditional to an extreme amount. Despite that though, it didn’t stop him from sexting every girl on campus, only getting nudes to stroke his cock to while he imagined breaking in your tight, disobedient cunt and making you cry from the stretch of his knot breaking your will.

And you despised him, He was nothing but an asshole who needed to be put in his place, All he did was play with girls online coaxing sweet, innocent omegas to open their hearts to him online before he exploited them and left wanting more and forever empty. He had broken your dorm mates heart, a sweet girl called Vera, she was studying art and she fell hard for Ari. He had so many promises to her but they were left in the dust like she was as well as the other omegas. All he wanted was to look at these willing women and picture how willing you would be if he broke your place and he was going to. You were a strong alpha woman, you were proud of that too. You rose above the rest and set an example of how women should be. You were paving the way for independence and respect step by step.

You were studying business and you were doing amazing at it, to the point that you were over achieving. Or well you would be if it wasn’t for the bear of a man that took the class with you. He gave you a run for your money, he would always one up you in class. He was smug in everything he did. Crowding your space, stealing pens so you had nothing to write with, critiquing your notes whenever he could. And the worst part was that the teacher did nothing. He has disregarded it as it being Alpha playfulness when it was Ari’s systematic way to oppress you and it was working. Every little thing he did kept you busy studying while he breezed through lessons without a care.

That’s how life was for you, always battling Ari. From his darkened gaze when he watched you do anything, his eyes would devour your form no matter what you wore and every time you saw him readjust his half hard cock in his pants with a lazy grin tugging at his lips. He wanted to break you, to have you submit from being an Alpha to an Omega. You wanted him to bow like that pathetic sexist mongrel that he was to you. It was a rivalry to you, a battle of will. To Ari it was a contest, a game that he would win without even breaking a sweat.

Of course there was another reason you despised the Adonis that graced the hallways and that was because he was filthy rich. Spoiled to a degree that he had never worked for anything, he expected it all to just fall into his hands if he just flashed a wad of cash. A luxury you had never experienced as you had grown up from roots that encouraged you to work hard for everything, to earn it so then you would understand the hardships of life. That was the life of a female omega, forced to strive harder than any other kind. You had to battle for everything and you were not giving up now. Which is why when you signed up for this prestige college you knew you had to work until your back ached and your bones were sore. You needed the money.

So you had ended up with a small job at a cafe across the campus, it was simple at first being a waitress, taking any extra shift you could to meet the expenses you faced on the daily and it was smooth sailing. You looked out for the omegas that worked there before it transpired into a friendship between you all. They relied on you to keep them safe during the shifts and you did. Which led to you climbing the ladder to becoming a manager at the cafe. The pay was okay, enough to scrape by while also save some money. Every penny counted, you told yourself and in a way it did, it had gotten you this far after all. Yet your smooth sailing and peace was soon disrupted when the frat alphas heard about it and deemed it a place to harass the omegas. And the leader that led the great conquest was none other than Ari. You assumed that he would be there to use the Omegas yet he never did. He didn’t treat them with respect, but he never laid his hands on them or said anything vile, he would just wear a neutral expression on his face while he watched them work.

Soon his eyes landed in you, just like they did whenever he saw you, drawn like a moth to the light. His deep brown eyes would swallow your form, analysing your every move like it was a chess game. And as time grew, when you moved he did, in the most subtlest of ways. If you went to sort a customer out, in the corner of your eye you would see Ari making his form look bigger, squaring his shoulders and spreading his legs. You noticed every time which was just what he wanted, you couldn’t help but hate him for that for somehow always having your attention.

It was a Tuesday, the sun was just starting to fall and the street lights were flickering on as the darkness stretched down the streets making it known that it was evening. Autumn leaves were piled up on the streets, littering the concrete carpets of the outside world with hints of green, brown, orange and red from the leaves that had fallen from the trees leaving them barren. Inside the cafe, you were cleaning up. Mopping the floors while the 2 omega servers were behind the counter, wiping and cleaning the any spills or excess that had dribbled onto the counter while they handed out coffees or teas throughout the day. You were in your blue mom jeans and a long sleeve black top, you wanted to be warm at this time of year, you couldn’t help but worry for the girls you worked with who all wore skirts, how cold they would be or if an Alpha tried anything.

“Hey, ladies. Why don't you start getting ready to leave. I can hold this place over for the last 30 minutes.” You coo to the girls and their eyes light up. You watch as they quickly scramble up and begin to head to the back to clock out. You huff and put your hand on your hip, it’d be easier to send them home now before it got too dark. You put the mop back into the bucket and wheel it into the back. You see the girls putting their coats on and you smile softly. They beam brightly at you as they walk past nattering away with each other and soon, they leave bidding a sweet good bye.

As you were finally settling the cafe down, preparing it to be closed for the night as the customers were long gone on an autumn night and were probably at home snug in their warm homes watching creepy movies to get in the spirit for Halloween. You knew when you got back to your dorm you would be studying as always, making notes and expanding your ideas by searching things up. While you were in your drifted state of thinking, getting ready for all the notes you would have to take and trying to map out the specific points you would have to make you heard the cafe bell chime. The sweet bell ringing in your head and sweeping you back into the moment, someone was in the cafe and it was time to close. You feel your brain itching with irritation at someone coming in at the last minute just as you were leaving.

You push you hair back from your face before pinning it into a bun with a claw clip and wiping your face with your hands, hoping to wipe the sour look that had graced your face. As you walk out the back to the counter though, the sourness on your face soon reappeared. A look of disgust and disdain shinning in your eyes.

Stood there with his gorgeous brown locks swooped back was Ari. A baby blue button up shirt wrapped around his big muscular form, the sleeves rolled up and clinging to his biceps like a second skin, while he wore a pair of brown pants that hugged his big, meaty thighs. He was slouched onto the counter, his elbow resting on it and his hand balled up as his head rests on it. A smug grin pull at his lips as he sizes you up with his eyes lazily. You see the momentary look of disgust on his face appearing, no doubt from the fact you were a woman and you were working.

“You gonna give me my coffee, mutt?” Ari mutters his dark voice dominating the quietness of the cafe and disturbing your peace fully. You grind your teeth together and before you can utter anything out he beats you to it, further trying to reinstate his dominance over you trying to prove he was the alpha out of you two. “Or you gonna spit in it again? I don’t mind, at least I’ll get to taste you but of course you’re practically begging for it, aren’t you? You want me to taste you, to consume you.” You can’t hold yourself back from practically spitting at him, but you knew it would be no good. Not when a foul creature such as him, thrived off it. You take a deep breathe and he decides to stir the pot more, wanting to see you explode, to see you melt with submission. “Do it. Make my coffee, bitch. Follow my commands, you know you want to. You might seem tough but you just want to be ordered around. My little bitch, listening to her alpha like a good girl.”

Each word that leaked out of his mouth without filter spurred you on, you hold your chin up and finally spit back at him a taste of his own poison. “I’m the mutt?” You snort at him as you glare at him from behind the counter, your eyes clashing with his dark brown ones, a silent reprimand that if he didn’t stop that he would face consequences harsher than your words. “Then I guess that makes you the mangy mongrel that follows the status quo because you’re just that desperate for attention that you’ll follow the crowd. You think you’re in charge but you’re not. You’re just a little lost puppy that follows everyone around because you want their approval, you don’t wanna let them down.” You murmur softly but every word was fuelled with spite. You were calm but you wanted to tear him to shreds with soft words.

Ari straightens up, his hulking body stood at his full height and his hands have been rolled into fists. You watch as he flexes his long fingers before they rest down at his sides. A smirk graces his lips again but his eyes are darker, gleaming with menace and his aura is very strong and upset. You had wormed your way under his skin and you were thriving on it. He cracks his jaw and leans his shoulders forward with a terrifying look on his face. It unnerved you, the sick grin on his face and the malice in his eyes.

“Smart words coming from an alpha that would spread her legs for me just as fast as an Omega in heat. You’re gonna be mine, and when you do let me take that tight little cunt you’ll see your place as my slutty little Omega.” He coos to you and you shiver. He said it like it would happen, like it was fate, like it was set in stone. The way he cooed it to you like a lullaby, the calmness that ebbed from his body was horrifying. Your alpha was cowering at him at the pure dominance and certainty in his tone. You gulp and avert your eyes to the till, you don’t look down refusing to submit so much to him. You knew he would see you averting your gaze as a form of submission and looking down would only add fire to his ego.

You tap the price into the till and push the card reader to him and he pulls his card out scanning it. You quickly rush around the cafe and make him a coffee, refusing to spit in it. Especially when his eyes were glued to you. Everything about him gave you goosebumps and you wanted this over, now. So after rushing and making his coffee you hand it to him. Your inner alpha lets out a whimper when Ari wraps his large hand around yours that was clasping the drink. He hums as he scans you, like he could smell your panic. “Good girl.” He says, his deep voice rattling every bone in your body. He takes the drink, his fingers slowly rubbing yours as he pulls away. As he slinks his large form away he turns his head to look at you, a grin on his face and he winks at you before leaving.

The second the door closes you take a deep breath and gaze down at your shaking hand, Ari was bad news and he was planning something. After gathering your thoughts and reaffirming your control before it slips away, you head back to work closing the cafe and trying to focus on the notes you had to write up when you got back to your dorm, but Ari’s lingering scent was etching itself into your brain and the seed had been sewn. The game was officially on.

After that strange little show down between you and Ari, you had studied harder than ever. You just wanted to prove him wrong, that you were stronger than he ever was. That you worked hard and you would never back down. You were a determined girl with her whole life ahead of her and you weren’t going to let female alphas be a laughing stock any more. They were better than the male alphas that seemed to rule the world, you were concise you planned everything out and you had plans. So many ideas and steps to act out on, you’d be damned if you were going to let Ari stand in the way of that.

It had only been a week but you were heading to class. A business major, it was a scarce class with only about 10 students. You had been cursed with Ari being in that class but you refused to let that disrupt your education. As you shuffle down the hall way, your boots hitting the floor in a rhythmic way, you were stopped. There they stood. The alpha’s that you detested with every bone in your body, that made your blood swell and fizzle with hatred. Ari, the head hockey player, stood as tall as ever with a smug grin on his face as he wore his usual flannel that hugged his muscular body.

Followed by Bucky, a well known frat boy who had used nearly any and all omegas that he could get his tight grip on. His dark hair was groomed back and he stood in dark jeans and a leather coat that only just managed to fit his biceps in. He was 5’11 but he was still tall, he fit into the class jester world as he treated everything like it was a huge joke. You would have respected him as he worked hard to get into this college too, but his blatant disrespect for women left a sour taste in your mouth and made it nearly impossible to tolerate the alpha.

Finally, stood at the other side of Ari, was Curtis. Another hockey player that took the sport way too seriously. It was no secret that he had anger issues that he either took out on the other alphas when he was playing or a helpless omega that he would fuck so hard that they wouldn’t walk. His sharp blue eyes could cut through diamonds and his large figure could easily crush you. He towered over you at 6’4, and made you feel small as he was clad in his simple black joggers that hugged his beefy legs and a coat that added more to his size.

You raise an eyebrow at the trio of men before they snicker down at you, “See, I told you. She has bite.” Ari murmurs proudly to his friends, and the second those words left his mouth you could feel their eyes scanning you. You bristled at them all. “Get your fucking eyes on the floor you scumbags.” You say firmly with your chin raised and hell fire brimming in your eyes. Bucky snorted before he laughed hard at you. The sound bouncing off the walls and making your brain ache with frustration. This is why you had to make a difference, so no one would laugh at you the way Buck was now.

Bucky’s brown eyes sweep your form again as a lazy grin settles on his face, “Oh she is feisty.” Bucky practically sings to Ari. Curtis hums as he gazes at you still. You turn your gaze to meet him, a warning glint in your eyes. “She’s cute. I’d tear her apart on my coc-” Curtis mutters before Ari elbows him in the ribs a growl leaving his throat. “I said she’s mine.” Your eye twitches at them. “I’m not yours, mongrel. Watch your tone.” You hiss before you briskly push past the alpha’s and get into your lesson.

After ten minutes and settling into class, you were busy noting everything down. As the professor turns back to his computer to leave everyone to write their notes up, you feel your phone buzz and pull it put. A text linger on the screen from a sweet omega that you worked with. Her name was Valeria and she was short, chubby and an overall sweetheart, The most gorgeous brown eyes to ever grace a face and freckles surrounding her face like she was the night sky and they were stars. She was a very good friend and often asked you to chaperone her places, purely so she didn't get taken advantage of. She was smart and you liked that.

[Will you join me to go to a Hockey match tonight? My brothers playing and I want to cheer him on!]

You gaze at the notification and way up the pros and cons in your head. If you went then you’d have to see that awful alpha trio. But if you didn’t go, anything could happen to Valeria. You sigh, you weren’t going to be stopped seeing a sport because of three egotistical men who thought they run the school. You were above their childish games, this would be a small way to revel and you would revel in the power. With a smile on your lips at the idea of this subtle power play, you respond to her.

[Absolutely V! I’ll meet you outside your dorm at 5!]

And with that your first step had been made, and you were excited. But that feeling soon dispensed when Ari trailed in through the door before he strolled over and sat down next to you. He was so casual with everything he did, never having to worry because he knew his parents could just pay for him. Anything he wanted. From expelling someone he didn’t like to getting top grades. The world was his oyster.

He fakes a cough before dragging his head to gaze at you. He chuckles and smiles down at you like you were an ant and he was the boot about to stomp you down. “Sorry about the guys earlier. They won’t touch you. Not when I’ve had my eye on you. I mean, there’s a special collar and everything for you, mutt. Can’t wait to wrap it around your neck and claim you as my bitch.” He whispers into your ear and you have to hold back a snarl because unlike him, you couldn’t get away with everything and you couldn’t pay your way out of it. Instead you had to grin and bear it and he knew that. In fact he used that to his advantage whenever he got the option,

As the lesson drained on you could feel your mind twisting in agony at holding back retorts of disgust back at the vile creature that had decided to situate himself next to you. In the grand scheme of things, it would be worth it. Every come back you had to gulp down would have made a difference and Ari’s precious money would run out while you ruled the world. But you had to take it one step at a time. With a sigh, you clear all your things up after taking your notes and turn to Ari, a look of nothing in your eyes as you regarded the man because you saw him as nothing. He scoffs, “Watch yourself. You may be an alpha but you’re still a woman. You’ll be bred, mutt. I’d suggest quitting while you’re ahead.” He mutters before he gets up and slinks out of class leaving the threat to hang in the air. You gulp and shake your head, you’d come too far to quit and you were certainly not going to listen to a spoilt mongrel. Never.

It was busy at the hockey stadium, the seats were crowded and the variety of people that blended in with the scene made it look like a sea of people. The scents that lingered were so mixed, sweet smells that rose from all the omegas that came to see the Gods that cruised on the ice with a brutal force. To the betas that were simply there with friends or wanted to watch the sport, all over shadowed by the smell of the alphas. From the hockey players that stunk of aggression and sweat to the alphas that were hopped up on adrenaline from the bets. Overall, it was a very stuffy place to be and you slightly regretted coming, But you had made your mind up and you were not leaving Valeria alone, that and you had a point to make.

You and Valeria sit in the cold, plastic chairs that left you with an uncomfortable back but you couldn’t complain. It was probably the overwhelming amount of people and the increasing anticipation that was swelling in your chest. You were anxious and tense to see Ari’s gorgeous face drop into a murderous look when he clocked eyes on you, you weren’t scared you were just uncertain. But every subtle move in a large chess game made the players tense and nervous, this was just one step in the grand scheme of things.

As the sounds of blades cutting through the ice screeched through the stadium everyone’s attention soon turned to the game. You could see the three alpha’s you despised. All a hulking mass on the ice and in their uniform and you couldn’t help but gulp at how imposing they appeared. They could wipe you out with a simple swipe and no one would care. But you had to swallow that fear and squeeze it in your stomach to stop the bile from crawling up your throat. You were just as strong. Maybe not physically but you could easily outsmart the ape-ish men.

Throughout the game you wrung at your hands, twisting them as every scene you saw filled your heart with more terror and regret. You had watched how Ari had practically destroyed the other player. Not just in points but physically too. You couldn’t help but flinch at every bash against the stadium walls as you watch the trio of men bully a poor alpha into it. The blood that painted the ice was far too much for a simple hockey match, it was practically a death sentence to be on the ice against the team. They would wipe you out and skin you without a care, or at least that’s how it seemed. The brutality they shared against the other players seemed so personal all while they somehow looked elegant. It was sickening and Valeria shared the same sentiment as she watched her brother get slammed into the stadium walls, his head bouncing against it with a thud while Ari stay trained on the puck after mercilessly beating the younger alpha up.

Valeria let out a cry of fear as the medics swoop in and drag her brother off the ice, she gazes at you desperately and you give her a look of concern, throwing your arm over her shoulders to help calm her for a moment as she cries softly. “P-please can you go check on him. They don’t let Omegas back there.” She pleads and you find yourself agreeing to please her. You give her one last cuddle before working your way through the crowd and slipping into the locker room. Just as you walk down the hall way to them though, you hear the sound of the Hockey match ending.

Cheers and screams echoing all around you before you hear the stomping of boots coming down the corridor behind you. Within seconds you scan the are and jump into a janitor closet and hold your breath, your heart racing so loud in your chest. You felt like a spy, no, more of a peeping tom. You cover your mouth with your hand as you hear the boots pounding against the ground and the deep voices of men cheering, But, you hear one pair of boots pause directly outside your room and a deep rumble of a laugh bouncing off the walls, Ari’s laugh. Without warning you watch as light from the key hole disappears and a click sounding out before the light returns. Ari had locked you in. Your chest grows tight at the realisation of it all. You remind yourself to stay calm, Valeria knows where you are or roughly and when you don't return soon she’ll come looking for you.

That’s what you told yourself, oh how wrong you were. As the darkness crept into the hall ways and the sounds of everyone leaving drove itself into your head you felt like a doll, You were a sitting duck and now that the door was unlocking, you realised the metaphorical farmer was here to shoot you. As the door is dragged open at such a slow pace is makes your stomach turn to knots, you gulp rather taking the gun from a farmer than this. Stood bright and tall at the other side of the door was Ari, Curtis and Bucky.

They all chuckle down at you and tilt their heads. “What’s wrong, mutt? Scared of the dark or were you just sad you missed out on peeping?” Ari’s deep voice rumbles out and you feel the fire inside you burn immediately at that. Your fight filling your veins and you pathetically kicked at Ari’s ankle. Bucky’s face crumbles at the sign of your disrespect and Ari takes a step back chuckling menacingly. Just as you were about to hiss out a warning, Curtis’s big hand fists your hair and he begins dragging you back to the locker room with the men all following. “Stupid fucking girl!” Curtis barks out before he pushes you against the lockers and you let out a whimper as your ribs collide against the cold metal and knock the wind out of you.

Before you can recover, Bucky’s hand is gripping your hair and pushing you to your knocks. You gasp and gaze up at the men, regretting it now. All three towered over you as you sat on your knees. Each one of them was unzipping their flies and pulling out their hards cocks. Ari grins down at you smugly as he jerks the tip off and swipes some precum off the tip. He pushes his finger towards your lips and when you move to turn your face, he utters something so softly that you would have been fooled if it not for the promise of the end of your life. “Open your mouth mutt, or I’ll get you expelled. Say that you cheated on a test.” Although he had cooed it down to you, he made it known that he could wipe your education out in the blink of an eye without any remorse. So, you close your eyes and fight back the bile clawing at your throat again and part your lips.

His thick finger intrudes in your mouth as he swipes his precum on your tongue and you gulp. You know his rules and you know what he wanted from you, at least you thought you did. As you lean forward to wrap your lips around his thick, pink tip, he tuts at you and taps your nose like as if he were reprimanding a dog. You gaze up at him with bleary eyes, the tears already leaking down your face. “I have my friends here mutt. Don’t forget that. They deserve some attention too. After all, we just had a very tiring game, we need to get our stress out.” Ari continues to use that same soft tone and it irks you. You weren’t a pet, you were a woman, one in a terrible situation and if this was a small step to one day making a big difference, then you would suffer through it.

They form an almost triangle formation, all their cocks firm and dripping in excitement. You close your eyes and loll your tongue out and within seconds you can feel the tip of a cock sliding along it, soon followed by another and another. They were practically spilling their precum all over your tongue. You gulp before leaning forward and beginning to suck eagerly at Ari’s cock. The groan he let out was beautiful something from the sweetest melody that has ever left someone's vocal chords. You gulp that thought down though just as soon as you begin to gulp Ari's cock down your throat. You bob your head in a steady rhythm before he grips your hair and pulls you backs and guides you open, wet mouth onto Bucky’s desperate dick.

You trail your tongue all the way down Bucky's shaft before he directs you to his balls. You suck one into your mouth, ignoring your dignity that was slowly slipping out of your fingers, out of your soul. You could hear Bucky’s whimpers of delight before his hand begins to steadily pump at his cock as you slurped on his balls.

Yet again you get dragged away, but this time by Curtis. Before you can even flash him a hateful glare his cock is speared down your throat making you gag. He didn’t care though, Curtis was far too aggressive and it was shown in sex as he face fucked you. Tears streaming down your face and you could hardly breathe from your nose because of the snot. But none of the men cared. That was until Ari dragged your mouth off Curtis’s cock. You didn’t see the malicious look that Ari flashed Curtis, you were too busy being hunched over coughing and catching your breath.

That didn’t last fro long though as Ari’s large palm cupped your chin and directed it upwards, you kept your eyes closed as you heard the men shuffled. Ari opened your mouth wide again, and your jaw ached so much by now, they weren’t small men and they definitely weren’t packing small. Each cock was big or thick in it’s own way and each one made your jaw ache more and more. Now you were dreading which dick was going to be buried down your throat.

However you soon heard all the men groaning and saw a bright flash of light behind your closed eyes. You peeked an eye open and horror is painted on your face as you see Ari recording this on his phone, all three men gathered around you jerking off as they pointed their release at your face. This was terrible. Before you could even get up to run or stop this, Curtis let out a groan and his cum shot out and landed on the left side of your face. You immediately close your right eye which you had peeked open as a chain reaction occurs and Bucky paints the right side of your face.

But Ari went above and beyond and pulled your open mouth around his cock and pushed all the way down until your nose was nuzzled into the thick bed of pubic hair he had. “Fuck, that’s so good. See this mouth is better used to suck your master’s cock rather than talk.” You gagged and the tightening of your throat around his cock was all it took before he came down your throat. After a few minutes, he dislodged himself from your throat and turned his phone off from recording. You cough in the ground, tired and humiliated. You barely noticed them moving around. Bucky and Curtis dressed and cleaned. They give you a pat on the head while a satisfied smile clings to their face and they wave Ari goodbye.

You didn’t even realise Ari cleaning your face up of the cum that had been painted on it like you were a whorsh masterpiece. How he gave you water and even somehow got you an Uber home. You just felt helpless this was a bad situation to be in, even if you were wet from it that meant nothing. As you lay in bed, still in your daze you question how many female alpha’s in the world were subjected to this. Was it worth it in the end?

It had to be worth it. You got above and beyond it meant you could stop this from ever happening again, and that was all the motivation you needed. You rewired your mind and took some deep breaths reminding yourself to be strong. But first you would sleep before retrying, you needed to rest so that when you were awake you’d be ready to fight one small change a day.

The coming days after passed in a blur. A strange state that you were left in after your humiliation, after your assault- you stopped that thought immediately. You didn’t even want to remember it, you wanted to live in the emotionless blur that the days had seeped into. Your phone was crowded by texts and you just didn’t have the heart to answer any of them, you couldn’t bring yourself to ask for help and loose your role as the woman who others would come to. That’s what you told yourself, but there were numerous reasons, each one more depressing and degrading than the last. It had only been a week since the incident and yet you had holed yourself up in your dorm room, it was becoming a mess and it reflected your mind. Th blankets that were piled up on the floor were the big thoughts that you were ignoring.

You had dragged yourself to work but you had stayed in the back the whole time, not having the will to go round front and serve people. During that time you had smelt all three alphas come into the cafe. Bucky was the first to enter, you could hear him talking and flirting with the omegas and your stomach was filled with dread. It was like you could feel his eyes seeking you out even though you were hidden. When he left, you would have breathed a sigh of relief but the bile that filled your stomach travelled and you could only vomit in the toilets.

That happened with them all, but the worst was Ari, who came in on Friday. His scent was a lot stronger and it was slightly sour, almost like you could taste it. The curdling in your stomach kicked up like rotten milk would. Ari was angry. You hadn’t seen him all week, choosing to neglect class and instead doing it online instead, and your professor was so kind and sweet. He understood that although Ari had been secretly bribing him, you had finally broken and you needed space. Yet every day you had class, Ari sat in his usual seat next to yours excited to see you. To brag to you and show you the video he had against you. But you didn’t show, and the more he didn’t see you the more frustration would leak into his veins making him tense his muscles and clench his jaw. He hated that you were avoiding him.

You were shaking in the back when you heard his deep voice rumble through the cafe, it was so dark and threatening even if he was ordering a coffee. Everyone could sense it, they could see how tense he was, his eyes darting around the cafe, hunting for your form. He could smell you and it was driving him crazy. Where were you? Ari grinds his teeth as the little omega serving him shakily makes his coffee. His eyes shoot to her form and a dark look overtakes his face. He clears his throat, “Faster. I have things to do.” He grunts out and glares at the girl. She gulps and hurriedly gives him it.

He leans forwards and smirks, “Tell your little manager that if she keeps avoiding me, she’s in for a world of trouble.” His murmurs softly almost cooing down at her, but his eyes were flaring with hatred and warning. And soon turns on his heel putting the fresh coffee in the bin and marches out. All you could do was stare blankly, you heard every word and you felt yourself falling deeper into the hole that had caved itself into your mind. You wanted to sink until no one could find you again. Despite it all, you stayed strong, as strong as you could. You worked hard in your studies still and kept your work in line. You threw yourself into anything and everything to keep distracted. Including an omega group on campus that wanted to be stronger than their hormones and they were very happy to accept a female alpha that was going to help them stay strong.

You had been to one group meeting and it was so inspiring to see that they were trying to overcome the sexism that ran rampant all over the campus and society. You were happy to help build upon their ideas and even helped introduce new ones. So far they had come up with an app, a special dating app for omegas to use. It was simple but if you put in an alphas name it would come up with any recorded offences they had and just general info so then omegas would know in the future who they might spend their heat with or might mate with. You had added in the idea of logging on any crimes they had done, just so they knew what kind of person they would be partnered with. It was simple but it would make a big change in the omega dating world and you were proud to help.

Another week had passed and you found yourself at a classic frat party, people were drunkenly slobbering all over each other either through kissing or speaking. You couldn’t help but cringe at it all where had everyone's self respect gone? You were sat in the corner drinking out of one of the crappy red plastic cups that seemed to be almost dreamlike in your hand. You didn’t want to be here, so whey were you here? You pause and gaze down at the liquid in your cup before you glance back up and meets the eyes of one of the omegas from the group you had recently joined. She was shy and hidden in on herself and a deep look of sadness gleamed in your eyes and you understood why.

During you weekly meeting, the omegas had all suggested they go to a party with all types of people, and they would all have a red button. The premise was simple, if the omega was overwhelmed they would press the red button and everyone would gather round and would evacuate the party. It seemed like a good idea, a way to stand up and finally go to a party without being seen as sex object. So you all agreed happily, wanting to test this red button theory and see how well it worked.

Yet it had crumbled so quickly, after a few drinks some of the girls hit the dance floor which was just a large living room with all the furniture pushed to the side, but mixed with forty people it turned into a crowded dance floor. The red buttons that were favoured so much were now forgotten as they grinded against sleazy alphas. They were lost causes and the odd few that were left had fled the scene disappointed and scared at the outcome of their idea. Yet you were still sat there, across from Kari. She was a sweet girl, she was dressed in a cute white dress and cosy brown cardigan but despite her looking cosy and warm she was shaking. She was just so scared about the outcome, at how easily her friends gave into their hormones.

You sat patiently, keeping an eye on her. You agreed to stay with her until her Uber came and she was very thankful for it. This way, if she were to give into her hormones, you could step in and direct her away. That’s why you were stuck in this hell pit of sadness. Next morning all these omegas would be left, hanged to dry like a forgotten pair of socks on a washing line. They deserved better but in the end there was nothing you really could do. They consented and you were jealous that they had the chance to consent. Why not you? You shoved that selfish thought down and gulped down the rest of your drink, it was nobodies fault but Ari’s, Bucky’s and Curtis’s.

You push your hair back from your face and gaze at Kari, “Let’s wait outside, okay angel?” You coo to her and she nods eagerly, she hides her soft hands in the sleeves of her cardigan and fists it anxiously before she stands up and gazes at you desperately. You stand up and leave your cup on the table, before reaching your hand out and intertwining it with Kari’s hand. You navigate out of the crowded frat house, your head already easing up the second you stand outside as the cold air wraps you up in its embrace and grinds you back down to reality.

You squeeze Kari’s hand and turn your head to flash her a reassuring smile while squeezing her hand softly again. She smiles shyly back at you as you walk down the large porch and head towards the road. You could hear the loud, blaring music that was echoing out of the house and your face twists into one of disgust. You hated it all, you understood people having fun but whatever went on in that house would turn into sadness in the end. Besides you had better things to do, you had ideas in place. How you were going to create a great business one day and instead of only focusing on profits you would take care of the workers. You would let women’s voices be heard and let them climb the tower to success just like you would.

A genuine smile graces your face after the first time in weeks over the idea of creating such a powerful environment and as you walk with Kari you can’t help but begin to tell her about it. You watch her eyes light up as you go into more detail, a feeling of hope blooming from you both as you unravelled more of this idea. You felt that boost that you had been missing, that push to ignore what had happened and actually do something for once. In the future you could get justice, but for now you would have to grit your teeth and bare it, even if it hurt. It would be worth it for omegas like Kari, for strong alpha women like you and the beta women that were often left behind.

You both sit on the curb of the road, happily talking. Dreams and ambitions flowing through you both and a sense of pride leaps out your heart at how proud this omega was, how strong she was. After all the excited chatter, the Uber finally pulls up and you help her to her feet before hugging her tightly. She kisses your cheek and your heart flutters. She was a good woman and she deserved the world and you hoped you could help give her some of it. You stand back onto the pathway and give her a sweet wave as you watch her drive away. You would have gone with her but she was on the other side of campus and half way through your conversation you had noticed your phone missing. No doubt you had left it inside at the crappy party, so with a deep breathe in to encourage yourself you marched back to the party.

As you shoved your way through the mingling bodies that littered the house, you sauntered into the living room and your eyes glazed the scene before you headed towards the corner where you and Kari were sitting before. But just as you were about to approach it, you could feel every hair on your body stand up and a lump in your throat forming. You could smell them, all three of them. But before the bile could coat your stomach, you remembered the hopeful look in Kari’s eyes as you spoke about the future. And this was a step towards it, making your presence known and stepping down on the dirt that proclaimed themselves as the kings of the school.

You square your shoulders and straighten your back, your chin raised high and you turn on your heel a look of hatred flaming in your eyes. It as Bucky, holding your phone as he regarded you with a look of lust. His body language was relaxed but you could see how excited he was just at seeing you. You raise an eyebrow at him and responds with a smug smirk. “What’s wrong, Doll? Not excited to see me? I was looking all over for you. Curtis was too, he was just so sad that our freshly bloomed daisy wasn’t there for him to get his stress out. And don’t even get me started on Ari, all he’s done was rage at everyone. He’s so pissy and all because of you.” You seethe at him, looking at his dark brown locks and you square your jaw. “Give me back my phone.” You command and all you get in return is a laugh.

However, before Bucky could chortle out a response the party fell silent and Bucky stiffened before he relaxed a smug smile pulling at the corner of his lips again. You were confused for half a second before you smelt it. The searing anger that could only be produced by Ari. Bucky grins as he gazes over his shoulder watching the angry God approach you both. You could feel your heart hammer and you were close to having a panic attack but you just couldn’t afford to lose this battle, for Kari and for yourself. You gaze up at Ari’s hulking form, he stood behind Bucky with a dark look on his face that would destroy every ounce of strength of hope that clung to your bones.

“You found our little mutt. Curtis will be glad to know I’m about to put her in her place after avoiding us.” Ari grumbles out and Bucky chuckles at him. The look you receive from Bucky rattles your bones, you both know something big is about to go down. You’re about to be punished by the frat God and no one will help you.

You gazed at the other alpha that had so happily assaulted you, you watch with a sense of fear ready to fun or fight but you were cornered. Cold feelings of dread immediately gripped your form as Ari turned back to you and sized you up. He smirked as he always did, it seemed so easy to him to pull his lips into that evil look where you knew something awful was going to happen again. You couldn’t afford it again, you couldn’t lose that little spark but with every breathe that left your lips in his presence you could feel that little light being snuffed out. Bucky let out a chuckle and pat Ari firmly on the back, “Teach her her god damn place. Put your bitch in her place.” He mutters with a grin on his lips before he saunters away looking around for an Omega to pass the time.

“So, my little mutt can make it to a party but not to see me.” He mumbles before he lets out a bark of laughter, malice was dripping off every musical note that left his lips. He let his head roll down to gaze down at you through his strong nose. His gaze was so very cold it was like ice seeping into your veins and it left you gasping for air. “I have a very pretty video of you choking on my cock like a good little bitch. Now..” You couldn’t breathe at his words, your fate was sealed and you felt so hopeless. The little spark was downed out now. “You can stop avoiding me, be my good little girl and bow down, or I can send this to professors and around the school and get you kicked out of here without so much as blinking.” He cooed it to you like it was a lullaby and without thinking, the last part of you that was screaming in your head had won.

You raised you hand and it was almost in slow motion, such a delightful moment that your entire body sang praises about, as you punched him. The sound of the punch reverberated in the room and everyone fell silent. You felt giddy, excited, so much so that you felt yourself getting wet at giving him some pay back rather than laying down and dying. Ari’s head snapped to the side and he rolled his jaw cracking it almost like he, too, was savouring such a momentous moment. The moment died quickly though. Within seconds of you feeling like a hero, you fell like a villain as his large hands slid into your hair and gripped it tightly. You whimpered in pain as he fisted your hair but you soon let out a cry as he dragged you outside. No one stepped in, no one watched. It was too late for you and your destiny was sealed.

As you round a corner outside he pushed you and lets go of your hair sending you barrelling into the side of a wall, just as you recovered and looked around noting that he had dragged you into an alleyway, you heard Ari let out a sick little chuckle before you looked up and got a firm knee into your ribs. You hunch over and gasp for air before you get a knee swiftly to your face. You don’t know how your nose didn’t break, all you knew was that you were giving up. You crumpled on the floor sobbing and you gazed up at him. Blood dribbled out your nose and your face was red. You felt bruised and battered, even if it was only two hit, they were hard. He was a strong man and he was a hockey player, you didn’t stand a chance. “You’re such a fucking pest in my side. You would be perfect as my bitch. But you just have to open your fucking mouth like the desperate little mutt you are. You have to speak for the attention you’re so god damn desperate for. And then you had the nerve to punch me, with your soft little fucking hands. You should be ashamed to call yourself an alpha. You have done nothing but be a pain in my ass. At least if you were an omega, all I’d have to do is mark you. But no, you have to have it all. You want it, then you fucking got it.”

You couldn’t even hear him, all you could hear was a monotonous tone that rang in your head and you focused on that as a feeling of numbness consumed you. Yet just as you were about to fully give into it, Ari’s large hand grasped you jaw and he tutted at you before he gave a harsh slap to your face. A whimper leaves your lips and you let out a noise of anguish. This was overkill, you both knew it but he just wasn’t satisfied. “A full fucking year! That’s how long I’ve been pining for you, you dumb bitch! I learnt you schedule, everything about you! I listened to your shitty bands to understand you, to get you to bow down. Hell. I even started learning about business class when I didn’t even need it. But no! Wasn’t good enough for Miss. I’m so up my own ass! I’ve had enough. You’re mine. I have done everything for you and it’s time you repaid me.” He hisses out to you, his steely gaze burning holes into you crumpled form that was so tired and numb.

As you lift your head to gaze up at him, you watch his eyes dilate. He lets out a moan that he swallows, “I can smell you. You’re so fucking wet for me.” You can’t even bring yourself to stop him and his lies. You were wet earlier from teaching him his place but it back fired so badly. Humiliation engulfs you as you feel him wedge his shoe between your thighs. “Hump.” He hisses and you swallow a gag and finally manage to shake your head. He quickly leans down and garbs your hair again, “Fucking hump it like the desperate mutt you are or I swear to god that video goes around and I’ll pay for your life to be a living hell.” Ari promises you and you swallow the last sense of your pride and dignity.

You lift your hips before rubbing your clothing covered cunt against his shoe. You feel your eyelids flutter closed in shame but also pleasure. Through your jeans and your panties you can feel your clit rubbing deliciously against Ari’s shoe. As you hump him, your hand drag from the floor and crawl up his leg, clinging onto his calf like it was a carousel and the ride you were currently experiencing was one so unique you would never forget it. Your lips part and a small gasp leaves your lips as Ari tilts his foot upwards putting just the right amount of pressure against your clit. He adds a bit more and his hands card through your hair before he gently pulls it back and tilts your head up to face him.

You gaze up at him with half lidded eyes, One half closed from pleasure and the other from pain. The tears that gleamed in your eyes added a sparkle to them that made Ari adore you even more as his pet, how could he not? You were his toy, you just needed a firm hand even if it did break you. He would pick up the pieces and put you back together because he owns you and no other woman could compare in his mind. So as he analyses your face with adoration dripping from his soul as he takes in how beautiful your sparkling eyes were in the dim street-light. He could see the bruise that was forming a ring around your right eye, the blood that dripped out your nose and blended in with the blood from your busted lips. Such a beautiful mess that only he could ever appreciate and understand, proof of him puttying you in your place.

It was like Ari had plucked the wings off of an angel and watched it crumble and fall down to the ground in a heap in shame and sadness, and the groan that left his lips fell in sync with yours as you kept humping his foot. You let your eyelids flutter again before you hear Ari groan again, and for a moment you feel yourself snapping out of this sadistic nightmare. Your skin crawls and you stop moving your lips. Adrenaline pumps through you like cold ice enveloping your blood, without thinking your fight or flight instincts kick in and your teeth sink into Ari’s thigh. Your teeth coat with regret and blood and you scrunch your eyes tight as the world comes crashing around you. Ari’s knee met your cheek again in a much harsher blow and you were left wiped out on the floor, you let out a pitiful cough and blow splatters out.

Every part of you was aching and you felt your mind slipping. The zip of Ari’s flyer being the symphony to the loss of your mind, like a crow cawing on the day of a death or the wedding song echoing down a church while the forgotten bride sits there numb because her groom ran away. You couldn’t even stomach up the emotion to be jealous of the groom running, you now knew Ari would never let you go. Your fate was sealed and you fist the cold rocky ground and rest your forehead against it as the last tear you can muster leaves your eyes and caresses your cheek before leaning onto the cement.

Ari’s large paws grip your hips as his knees sink to the floor, the crunch of the cement being heard sliding under his shoes and he gets into his position. He flips you and you blank eyes gaze up at his, all you could see was the hatred that lingered as well as his sickening gaze of love. His eyes flick down as he tears your top of without a second thought, the sound was deafening and you couldn’t help the shiver that ran up your spine when the cold air caresses your skin. But not before the disgusting sensation of Ari’s hands soon travelled upon your skin, It was like being burnt. His hands were so warm against your ice cold skin.

You could feel his breathe against your neck, it was shaky with excitement. He tore your bra off without hesitation and for some reason you were thankful he didn’t look yet that part of you died as soon as you through it as you felt Ari begin to map out a destination on your skin with his lips. His hands were tearing at your trousers, it was like it was nothing to him. His brute strength was beyond your comprehension. A moan leaves your lips though before you even have chance to continue thinking about this giant’s strength as he wraps his lips around your nipple and begins to gently suck.

His other hand massages your breast before he moves his thumb to gently run over your nipple and the sensation that tingles down your spine at the subtle touch results in another moan leaving your lips. It was like he knew your body, and of course he did. You were the apple of his eyes and he had seen every part of you even if you didn’t know. He has memorised every vein, every inch of skin for his hands to feel, his lips to worship and his tongue to taste. Ari could feel his heart swelling with pride as he hears your moans surrounding his ears like a hug of delight. His thumb and forefinger pinch your nipple before he begins to roll it, all whilst he’s suckling on your other nipple his tongue flicking against it. You keep your eyes closed and pretend that your body is separated from this scene. Even if it felt good and the ice that ran through your body was instead turning to heat, you didn’t want this and your mouth no longer worked, either because you had been moaning so much or because of how swollen your lips were.

When he switched to lavish your other nipple with his tongue, you couldn’t stop moaning any more, but your mind was disconnected. You were floating in a void of darkness while your body tingled with delight at Ari’s touches. You could feel his spit coating your nipple and when he pulled away and blew on it, you gasped at the cold. You peaks were well presented and Ari wished that he could keep this as a picture. He was all over you and he was filled with absolute arrogance at how easily you had submitted to him. Your moans were forever engrained into his head like it was a holy prayer and he would always worship you to get to hear you sing your angelic verses. “My good girl, see you sound so much better when you whimper than when you’re barking. My pretty bitch, not a little mutt any more. You have an owner and I’m gonna spoil you.”

You could hear Ari’s words echoing in your head but they were soon silenced by the deafening tone that screeched in you head as his hands skated down your stomach and under the band of your panties. He groans, and his breathe gets heavier. He tears through the final piece of fabric and his long, thick fingers trail down before tracing your wet folds. He dips them in for a moment and brings them to his face, he sniffs them and his pupils dilate even more making his eyes seem like pure black. His tongue peeks out his lips before he licks at your juices that coat his fingers. A deep rumble leaves his chest, and the alleyway seems to shake at it. “Fuckin’ beautiful. The sweetest nectar. That’s why you’re so mouthy, isn’t it? Because you knew you tasted God damn divine.” You couldn’t even muster a reply to him, your head was turned and you were counting the small stoned that littered the ground. This was the end and you knew that Ari had won. “Present for me.” He commands but you couldn’t even move you body. Your limbs were heavy and bruised and Ari’s patience was so thin it snapped a mere second after his command left his lips.

You felt his large paws grip your hips as he turns you, he drags the scraps of clothing from your body leaving you bare to the cold, night air. You knees scraped against the cement and grazed them, your chin rested on the gravel as he twisted and turned you into you were in the right position. He drapes his body over yours, the heat from his skin blistering yours with disgust. His lips gently kissed your ears as he whispered sweet words of devotion but you focused on the tone that continued to screech in your head. You gulped as your felt him nudge you legs wider from behind, you closed your eyes tightly within seconds as you felt the tip of his cock rubbing between your folds and his groan vibrates against your back and you finally manage a tear that falls down your face and onto the cement as he slides his cock into your tight little cunt.

Ari’s eyes roll back into his head and his mouth falls agape as some drool leaves his mouth, he had torn down heavens gate and was finally in the place he had craved for years. He was in heaven, he was buried so deep in your snug little cunt. You could feel him stretching you, you could feel every vein of his cock as your pussy was wrapped around him. Your stomach felt full and empty all at once, you were either going to throw up or pass out. Ari’s large hand grabbed your chin as he pressed his bearded cheek against yours. “Mine. This is mine. You are mine. How could I ever have called you a mutt when you’re literally just a pup. My little pup who needed training. Sweet little cunt on my sweet little bitch. The places I’ll take you, the things I’ll spoil you with, you’ll never want for anything again.” He coos through groans and panting breaths.

He moves his hips and the thrust rocks your entire body, your knees grazing against the cement again this time tearing through the graze and pulling blood out. You let out a soft breath as he pulls out but soon your eyes roll back as he pushes back into the hilt. Ari let out such delicate moans and groans at every thrust he delivered to your fragile body, You were just so tight and wet, and the heat from your pussy was absolutely delicious. His hand falls from your face and falls to the pavement, practically clawing at the floor with every movement he anchors to your body. The wet squelches echo down the alley from your wet pussy and Ari’s balls finally slap against your clit making you let out a pathetic mewl that only stirred him on. It only made Ari want more of that precious little noise, he needed to have that noise injected into his heart so that every time it beat he would remember you giving in to him.

You could feel every hit of his balls just momentarily adding pressure to your clit that would make you moan and drool. Ari had enough of this, ho he had to wait for every thrust to make you moan. He moves his hand to between your legs and instantly begins to rub your clit, polishing it like a prized jewel. You cried out and Ari’s heart rate sky rocketed. Nothing could ever compare to this, to you. As he continues to rock his hips like a desperate mad man, he soon begins changing from his soft caresses on your clit to now circling it aggressively. He was abusing your clit and the sounds that you felt leaving your lips, they didn’t sound real. They sounded fake, and how you wished they were because you knew that the whispers of pleasure that were leaving your lips would only boost his ego, only encourage him.

Ari could feel the sweat that lined his body, how it was falling onto your skin, making both your scents combine. Two alpha’s now mating. A forced submission that Ari wished he could regret or feel guilty about but he simply couldn’t, not when you were finally his. He could feel you clenching around him before you let out a gasp and came around him, every time his cock speared into you a ring of your cum was around the base marking him as yours. He could feel every hair on his body prick up as he began to reach his climax. He moved his head and pressed a small delicate kiss to your neck, your scent gland. He was about to do something rare. He was about to mate another alpha, a very hard thing to do, but he had already put himself as being the most dominant out of you two. He knew you were his fate and he would never want another.

As he licked your neck with a slow pace, his hips were moving faster and he gritted his teeth together mid lick as he growled. This was it. His hands gripped your hips and he pulled you up before sinking his cock deep into your cunt, the tip pressing against your cervix and his balls rested against your clit. His seed pumped into you, filling you up. You could feel it leaking into you, but before you could even begin to comprehend his cum leaking into you, his teeth sank into you neck. Your eyes flashed white as you passed out in a heap on the floor, Ari’s cock still speared inside of you as it began to expand and knot, tying you together. His teeth coated in your blood as the bond between you snaps into place. It struggles at first rejecting the idea of to alphas being together, but Ari’s will as stronger, he knew what he wanted and he was having it. He exhaled all the breath from his lungs before taking another breath of pure contentment. He had you in the palm of his hand and he knew the clean up after this was going to be huge. He had to take care of you now. He was your mate even if you hated it. “Good pup, gonna take care of you. Promise.” He coos to your unconscious form and squeeze his body tighter against yours to keep you warm and safe in his arms.

When you finally came back to reality through the haze, you gazed down at your hands and counted your fingers before you saw the bedsheets under them. A deep red bedding was wrapped around your form, something you had never seen or owned. You slowly tilted your head up and your eyes scanned the surroundings. This place was luxurious, deep wood furniture and floors surrounded the room. It seemed almost regal. You mind spiked with memories from that night the second you smelled Ari. His scent was every where. In the room and on you and you felt your stomach turn immediately. You rushed to the bathroom on wobbly legs that barely seemed to hold you. You reached the toilet and instantly began hurling. As you emptied your stomach a hand wrapped gently around your hair and kept it away from being covered in your vomit. It was like your blood curled in seconds as you sensed who it was, you hadn’t even heard the sounds of the shower when you woke up. Ari gently rubs your back and whispers words of support and when you’re finished you rest your head on the toilet. You sob quietly. “I know, pup, I know. I’m sorry and I know you hate me. But this was for your own good.” He murmurs.

Within seconds your turn around and begin throwing punches at him, or you tried to. He wraps around your wrists and he pulled you onto his lap as he wears only a towel around his waist. You claw at him, desperately wanting to cause just one second of pain to him like he had done to you. After a few minutes the fight is torn out of you again and he picks you up, cradling you in his arms like you were his most prized love. The only thing he had ever needed. And he did, he needed you, you were his everything. So he would accept every bite, every mean comment, every slap you threw at him just so you would be okay again. He leaves you on the bed as he rushes around the room and gets dressed into a pair of boxers and a tank top. He sits on the end of the bed and gazes you. Your knees were pulled to your chest and you were vacant and his heart ached. He had caused this and even though it hurt, he knew this was needed.

He gulped and gazes down at his hands. “You were out for a week, But the bond formed and I know your mind isn’t handling it well-” You cut him off as your voice echoed out into the room in a hollow voice, “You raping me didn’t help.” The hopelessness in your voice left his stomach aching. “Yeah…” He whispers and gazes down at his hands. “I’m sorry, But I patched you up and I went to your dorm, got everything you needed.” He murmurs, he turns his head daring to glance at you, but you're still in the same position and for a brief moment he feels bad before he remembers this was necessary to make you his. To break you. And the guilt washes away from him. The silence was killing him, he gulps and speaks again, “I’ve moved you in with me, and I called in at your work. You don’t have to work again, but- um- I knew you wanted to earn your business degree, so I left that alone. I just brought the notes from the classes you missed today. Everything else is um non negotiable. You’re mine-” He winces at his word, “You have to stay close, I don’t want you working. I’ll provide and I know you want to as well but I can’t let you. That’s a command.” He whispers it, but the command was still firm. It was set in place and your life had ended. He paused and gazed at you, but all you did was breath from your nose in response. He was frustrated but he swallowed it down, he had to build you up again before he broke you.

He stands up and begins to pull on some trousers and a flannel top, he pushes his hair from his face and analyses you. “I have to go out, I have practise, As your alpha I command you not to harm yourself. That is an order.” He says firmly. He knew you wouldn’t run, you couldn’t. He clenches his hand as he fights back the urge to kiss your forehead and reassure you, and instead spreads his fingers out and grabs his hockey gear and leaves you.

It hadn’t been long, at least to Ari it hadn’t, but as his practise went on he had a looming feeling of dread swiftly travelling down his spine making him shiver. And as more time went on he got more and more distracted by the game until he felt a sharp pain in his heart, like a rubber band had been snapped. You had disobeyed one of his commands so without a second thought, Ari had ran to the locker rooms and gotten changed ignoring everyone else’s shouts of confusion of disappointment. He could feel his heart in his throat, hammering away and making him feels sick to the stomach. How could you disobey him already? He needed to retrain you or punish you. He drove past speeding limits before he pulled up to his apartment that was nearby the school. He barges his way through it and he doesn’t see you frozen in your spot on the bed but he instantly picks up on the sounds of the shower running.

The scene that greeted him had him rolling his eyes, you were such a pathetic alpha huddled into the corner of the shower as the water poured down on you. He clenched his fists and rolled his neck before his long legs dragged him to the shower, He squatted and the water poured down on him, soaking his clothes making them tighten around his strong form. He tuts and tilts his head as he gazes at your blank face. “Disobeying me already? We don’t want to be punished again, do we?” He coos and a smile splits across his face is sadistic anticipation in hopes you do want to be punished again. His eyes scan you ad watches as you shrink in on yourself and he sighs in frustration before he drags you onto his lap and pushes some wet hair from your face.

His large hands cradle your face, firm but gentle. He scan your face and a glare settles in his eyes, “You’re not even trying. Stupid fucking pup. I’m working my ass for you here. I tried to be nice, to make you feel at home despite you only being a pet. But no. It’s still not good enough for you.” He hisses into your ear but you barely acknowledge him until you hear his breathe directly against your ear. “If you don’t start acting like the strong alpha you claim to be, then I’ll fucking leave you on the side of the road with nothing. Understood?” It isn’t a threat, It's a promise you can hear the sincerity dripping off his tone and it makes you shiver. You gulp and nod your head in compliance because you had no other choice. You were trapped.

So, you gazed up at the shower head that poured the water down onto you both and closed your eyes and for a brief second you saw your future and it was glorious. Even though you were in a dark spot right now, you would claw yourself out of it and claim yourself as the true alpha you are no matter how hard it was. You had to escape Ari. You just needed to bide your time, have a plan and prepare.

Months had passed and every time that you built yourself back up to being strong and establishing yourself as a good alpha, Ari would make it known that you were nothing. Either by making you submit to him and making you spread your legs or being subjected to humiliation as you were shared between him, Bucky and Curtis. Every time you tried to help the omega group, Ari would have Curtis and Bucky ruin it and every time they would drink and party afterwards while Ari fucked you hard and left you a hollow shell.

You were stuck in a hell pit. Ari, Curtis and Bucky saw you as a special toy, one they would never grow bored of. After all they all grew up together in high school, they shared everything together and you were no different from the trophies they won at hockey games. They had a deep brother hood, Ari had always taken care of both the men. Bucky and Curtis grew up rough and their homes even rougher, and Ari grew up rich and sheltered and would often offer for them to stay with him when they were younger. This kindness Ari had shown had ended up in the men swearing a loyalty to each other. A bond and a brotherhood none of them would ever break as they were far too loyal and thrived off of each other’s dominance and they all strived to push each other. You stood no chance when Ari set his eye on you and wanted to break you. When Ari wanted you, so did the other two, but they wanted to help push you to Ari. They wanted their brother happy so if that meant having you suck their cocks while they filmed, they would happily accept. They wanted to break you but they wanted to support their brother too, they would never complain.

But after months of this abuse you grew tired and soon began becoming desperate and started searching for a plan and when you found one you began mapping everything out: See, your running plan was smart and cunning, after a lot of healing and still a lot more to come, you realised that being Ari’s mate wasn't the end of the world. Rather it was the start of it. Because you no longer had a job it meant you could take another class and you did, you took a computer class. You had researched Ari’s dad’s company when he would go to hockey practise and you had your eyes on the prize. When you got your degrees and finally married Ari, you would take over the business at the first female Alpha. Ari didn’t stand a chance. You were ready, and his father was getting close to death. You knew Ari would agree because of the rocky start to your relationship and how he would do anything to amend it. This was your high road, your way to victory and glory where you would prove everyone wrong. Of course it meant playing along a bit, but you were doing it with easy now days. You and Ari had sex often and you found yourself liking some of the presents that he had spoiled you with.

But whilst you were being cunning, Ari had his plan in motion too. It was simple and an easy one, one that could wait with time. He would knock you up. He knew you were ambitious and you would no doubt try and rub the company and it would be fun to watch you do it. But all it took was one baby and you were out of the game. And the second you were put, Ari would be back on top. As the leader of the company, as the true alpha between you both. And you wouldn’t ever complain because you would be too busy doting on your child, inspiring it to make a change one day. That’s all it would take and he was well on the way to winning.

So as you stand so proudly in the crowd and throw your graduation cap in the air bursting at the seams with excitement over the changes you were about to make, you had no clue that it would be so short lived. As days later you would find out that Ari had won again and you were pregnant with his child, forever sealing you as his.

[yeaiamme2]

Just imagine him pounding you until your legs are shaking and trying to run. "Where are you going girl?" "I thought we talked about what happens when you try to run?" He says before flipping you over and putting you over his knee.

[queenoftheworldisdead]

He doesn’t like being told no.

A/N: Reader is female. No physical descriptors used. Let me know if i fucked up and not do that. Chat me up i don't bite!

Summary: A fear of flying turns into something much worse

Warning: Adult content only! 18+ only please. Dark! There is potentially triggering stories ahead. Crying, forced masturbation, unwanted touching, humiliation, NONCON, edging?

Ari Levinson x Reader

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Walking down the narrow aisle of the plane, you glance at your ticket, matching it to the row number. Flying always unsettled you—hate wasn’t a strong enough word for the loathing you felt. The unnatural feeling as the plane ascended into the sky made your stomach churn.

If driving were an option, you would’ve taken it in a heartbeat. But the journey was too far, and no trains were headed that way. So here you were, navigating through the crowded cabin.

You’d specifically reserved an aisle seat; the idea of sitting by the window only worsened your anxiety.

People filter in as you take your seat. Their busy noise a nice distraction from the coming dread.

“Sorry let me just get up here.” The tall man apologizes when he bumps your shoulder. His muscular build blocks the right of passage to the others as he loads his bag into the overhead compartment. You lean away giving him space as he grunts and shoves the bag hard until it fits inside.

“Sorry again,” he apologizes once more as he skirts past you to his seat. You ball up your dress and do your best to angle your legs, giving him as much room as you could for him to pass.

He flops down next to you with an exhausted sigh. “So where you headed?” He inquires as he smooths his long brown locks back with a smile.

“Um.. just visiting family-“

“Excuse me Miss,” A woman interrupts. Your a bit startled when you turn to face her.

“Oh um hi.” You reply nervously.

“I’m so sorry to ask, but can we swap seats? My family is in the middle aisle. I booked late and wasn’t able to get my seat close to them.” She explains pleadingly. You glance past her and see the desperate faces of her family.

“Please miss, we’re on a family trip.” A woman you assume to be her mother begs.

“Don’t worry you can still sit next to your husband my seat was the window.”

She points past you. You gulp and turn from her to the window. It’s exactly the situation you had hoped to avoid.

“Umm… yeah, sure, no problem,” you mutter, already regretting it. Of course, you couldn’t just say no. That would require a backbone, something you’ve apparently left at home today. You glance at the window, your nerves tightening, silently wishing you were the kind of person who could just stand their ground.

“Oh gosh thank you.” She squeals before turning to her family to share the news. They’re happy, you wish you could say the same.

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You stand up awkwardly and move past the man that had crossed you. He offers you a sympathetic smile as you now apologize and squeeze by to your new seat.

"That was very nice of you,” he says as you settle uncomfortably into your seat. You feel pinned in your corner as his thick thighs brush against yours, and his arms take over the armrest. You try to find the courage to say something, but don’t. It’s fine—you can deal with it. It’s only a few hours anyway.

“So for the record. How long have we been married?” He inquires, arching a curious brow.

Your eyes grow wide when you realize your mistake. You hadn’t corrected her, too focused on helping than clarifying.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine. Not the worst thing that’s ever happened to me on a plane,” he jokes. “I’m Ari, Ari Levinson. And Should I call you Mrs. Levinson or?”

You chuckle at his playful nature before giving him your name. You envied how much more relaxed he felt on the plane than you did.

“So, you said your visiting family right?”

“Yeah, um my grand mother died.” You respond with a nervous edge to your voice as the plane doors click shut. You thought you could handle it, but as the reality of being sealed inside set in, the anxiety crept up faster than you'd expected.

As the plane starts up, your nerves kick in even harder. Your painfully aware your medication wasn’t working. The pilot’s voice over the intercom does little to calm you. You eye the window, wanting to close the blind, but hesitate. What if the other passengers actually enjoy the view? You don’t want to seem rude.

“Not a big flyer, huh?” he asks, glancing over.

You shake your head no as your eyes squeeze shut, tears threatening as the anxiety claws at you. Without realizing it, you've invaded his armrest, clutching it like your life depends on it.

“Breathe… everything’s gonna be fine.” His voice is gentle, but the panic inside you won’t settle.

“Is she ok?” You hear the other passenger whisper to him.

“She’ll be fine, I got her. “ Ari assures her, but it does nothing to assure you.

“I’m sorry,” you croak out meekly. You feel bad for ruining the flight for him, if you weren’t so scared you’d feel more embarrassed for the scene you must be making.

“It’s ok, it’s ok just breath. In and out. Deep breaths,” he instructs softly. You focus on his words, trying to steady your breath, though the fear refuses to loosen its hold. His hand lands on your knee, stroking gently in what should’ve been a comforting gesture.

It might have been, except with every stroke, your skirt rides up a little higher. Your muscles tense, but you can’t move. The idea of letting go of the armrest feels impossible—as if the moment you release it, the whole plane will fall apart in the sky. Irrational, but that’s how flying affects you.

“Shh, shhh, it’s ok just breathe,” he hushes you as his hand finds its way under the hem of your skirt and onto your skin.

The feeling is shocking. Your tear soaked eyes lock with his as smile tugs on his lips at the sight of you. He doesn’t stop and doesn’t care for your discomfort.

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His words, once a source of comfort, now felt heavy and hollow, as if their only purpose was to mask his ill intent. You try and look past him for help, but he has you caged. His body angles crowding you in, shielding you from the view of other passengers.

Your thighs snap together tightly when his hand pushes between your legs. “Stop please..” you whimper out lowly, pleading.

Ari took full advantage of your fear. The paralysis you felt from the soaring plane and his invading touches.

“Your alright honey,” Ari says sweetly while pinching your thigh. It hurts and you sob out.

“Is everything alright?” A stewardess asks, towering over your row.

You look up at her through teary eyes, sniffling, but before you can respond, He turns to her with a smile, fully in control of the situation. “She’s fine, I’ve got her.”

“She’s just a nervous flyer,” the woman on the end of the aisle chimes in to your horror.

The stewardess nods and walks away, satisfied with their responses. Hopelessness settles as she departs and he leans in closer.

Ari hushes you again as he twists your skin harder until you falter allowing him enough space to settle between your thighs.

“No, no,” you panic out and peal your hands from the armrest. You clasp around his forearm but he’s too strong to stop. He pauses at the gate of your panties, his nails tracing against your seam.

“Now that’s not very nice,” he says low enough for only you to hear. “I’ve been nice, very nice. Helped you forget about the big scary plane, haven’t I?”

He was right. Your fear had sunk into the back of your mind as your nails pull at his arm. But now you’d give anything for that fear back.

“Don’t you want me to keep being nice?” He asks. You don’t speak, can’t speak. You just want him to stop his assault. If you promised you wouldn’t say anything would he let you leave? Could you escape and hide in the bathroom?

Your thoughts filter away as he peels your panties to the side with just his fingertips. “There you go. Doesn’t that feel better?” He coos softly.

“No please,” you beg as your stomach rolls as he presses his thumb against your bud. The pressure sends an electric buzz all over. His thick fingers molest you unabashedly.

“Why don’t you help me relax too, hmm?”

He glances down and your eyes follow. His erection threatened to burst from his tight pants.

“No, please,” you beg pleading. He prods between your folds at the rejection. It’s a threat.

You release his arm and reach over shakily. He shifts in his seat and you tense. The metallic sound of the zipper sliding down feels deafening. You freeze, heart pounding, as if the noise had echoed throughout the cabin. It’s ridiculous, but you feel exposed and embarrassed. Slowly, you start again, trying to make the zipper glide more quietly, but every inch sounds like it’s announcing what your doing to the entire world.

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“There you go. You’re doing great,” he praises as you grip him. You cringe at the feel of the pre-cum coming from his tip. He sucks in a breath as you closer your eyes and try in vain to think of anything else.

“Tell me you want me inside of you.” He demands as his cock pulses in your hand.

“No,” you “I-I don’t want it.”

He doesn’t like your answer and enters you without further warning. Your body explodes with heat as he ravishes. Every no that left your lips seemed to give him permission to push deeper, curl slower, or rub your tender bud gingerly. You take lip between your teeth to stop the moans that threaten to escape it. Your thighs feel wet and legs fall away and you find yourself pushing into him.

Your ears burn when you hear how wet you are. Can he hear it? Do others know too?

Your spine curls as you clinch around him. He chuckles and pulls away with a smile as you try and catch your fleeting release.

"We got a long flight ahead of us honey, don't think I'm done with you yet."

FIN

[cevansbrat0007]

Bird thinking about Ari and his sudden, unexpected interference in her life. - Sweet Renegades Series

[cevansbrat0007]

Bold Moves

Summary: You decide to slip Ari your panties during an innocent encounter at the public library...

Warnings: Mature Themes, Smut, Ari Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, Brief Discussions of Body Image, Bird Being Brave, Going Commando, Light Roleplaying, Frisking, Manhandling, Spanking, Ass Slapping, P in V Sex, Implied Overstimulation, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Decided to finish this when I came across it in my drafts. Takes place earlier in Ari and Bird's romantic relationship. Part of my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

“I’m so glad you pitched me this idea, Marisol.” You beam as you finish writing in your notebook. “I know it’s still early yet, but I would love to collaborate with you for Halloween.”

“Yes!” The younger woman cheers, throwing her arms up in the air. “I knew I picked the right woman.”

“Just I knew they picked the right woman to run the town library.” You throw her a wink before tucking your pad and pen back into your purse. “Now, I hate to cut this meeting short…” Out of habit you press a hand against your belly, silently wishing you’d opted to throw on a pair of spanx this morning instead of a flimsy pair of panties. 

Frankly, you were tired of sucking it in. But every time you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror you looked pretty damn good. Perhaps your confidence was growing after all. 

“But I need to get home and change so I can run by the shop before it gets too late.” You finish, feeling grateful when the sweet librarian sees fit to lead you out of her office.

“Sooo…” The dark-haired woman drags out the word, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as you both come around the corner. “Word on the street is that you’ve been seeing a lot of Detective Levinson lately. Everything good, I hope?”

 “What do you mean?” You respond, willing your pulse to remain steady. “Everything’s fine. He just…likes for me to call him whenever something new pops up about Martin. That’s all.”

And whenever you lock up in the evening. And when you make it home. And then again to decide if he’s coming to your place for the night. Or, if you’re already on the back roads heading to his. 

It was all so fun and exciting. But at the same time, it was just sex. Amazing sex, mind you. But just sex all the same.    

Instead of responding immediately, Marisol simply chooses to link her arm through yours. “Mm. While I haven’t lived here long, I’ve already learned how much this town loves gossip.” She muses. “Which is why I try to fly under the radar at all times.”

“Uh huh.” You give her a gentle nudge. “Even when it comes to a certain Officer Milton?”

“Shh! We do no not speak that man’s name in this house!”

“Why not?”

“Because I feel like he always goes out of his way to just…be around. He’s like a puppy. I do not have time for puppies, chica. I’m too busy building a career amongst the books.”

“Well sugar, I suppose you might wanna tell him that.”

“Ay, but that would involve making conversation. Something I also do not have time for because–”

“Because he’s standing over there by the door, talking to our favorite resident detective.” You interrupt with a giggle, prompting the other woman to drop your arm in a flourish before racing off back in the direction of her office before squeaking out “you never saw me” - leaving you alone. 

You allow yourself to stand there for another moment, content with watching the two men talk. While both were easy on the eyes, you were only interested in one of them. Glancing down at your outfit, you once again reassure yourself that you’re looking pretty damned good. 

And then – just that fast – an idea strikes you.

Refusing to overthink what it was you were about to do, you discreetly make your way into the ladies room. After checking to make sure you were alone, you slip into a stall. Reaching underneath your skirt, you slide your lacy black panties down your thighs before stepping out of them. 

Biting your lip, you tuck the small scrap of fabric into your pocket. Once you’re finished, you go to leave. But not before stopping long enough to refresh your lip gloss and fluff your curls. And then you’re out the door.

Hopefully you’d be able to catch the handsome bounty hunter before he left.

Thankfully, it doesn’t take you long to find him. He’s right where you saw him last – near the front of the library still talking to Milton. As you near the two, you can’t help but wonder if you’ll be able to pull this off without making an absolute fool of yourself. 

But first you’d have to find a way to get rid of Officer Milton without making your intentions obvious. And then it hits you. While it might be wrong, it was officially time to pawn him off on your favorite new friend.

Marisol.

“Good afternoon, Officer Milton.” You chirp as you sidle forward, politely interrupting their conversation. “Detective Levinson.” Of course you’re immediately met with smiles from both men. 

“Well get a load a’ you.” Milton gives a playful whistle once he gets a good look at your business attire. “Lookin’ sharp, darlin. Goin’ somewhere special?”

“Actually, I just came from a meeting down at the bank.” You tell them, smoothing your hands along your gray pencil skirt. 

“Ahh.” The officer nods. “Fingers crossed all went well.”

“It did. Thank you.” Delicately clearing your throat, you make a show of glancing around before directing your complete attention to the young officer in front of you. “While I hate to interrupt you two when you’re hard at work, I think Marisol might need you.”

“She does?” The man immediately perks up, vaguely reminding you of your neighbor’s golden retriever. 

“Yep.” You wince inwardly, hating yourself for lying. “Not sure what it’s about, but I think she’s somewhere in the back.” 

Just like that, a switch has been flipped and Officer Milton is off on the hunt for a sweet little librarian who most certainly did not need him. Fingers crossed she would catch the hint and just go with it. 

And now you’re alone with the one man with the power to leave you breathless. You were constantly left tied up in knots around this man. But today it was finally time you turned the tables on this guy. 

“How’s the manhunt going, Detective? Any new leads?”

“I’m afraid I can’t discuss this part of my investigation with you, Miss.” He says, flashing you a rather charming smile. “But if you hear from our guy Martin anytime soon, be sure to give me a call.”

“Of course.” You nod, feeling your cheeks heat. “Well, I’d best be goin’ now.”

“Be safe gettin’ home.” 

“Same to you. Detective.”

And then, without sparing him so much as a warning glance, you discreetly remove your panties from their hiding spot and slip them into the back pocket of his jeans. To his credit, Ari doesn’t move a muscle. Instead he continues to stare straight ahead, his gaze never wavering.  

Head held high, you manage to make it all the way to your car before collapsing in a fit of nervous laughter. While you wished you could’ve seen his face, you know deep down that you were better off running off the way you had.  

Maybe he’d call you tonight and maybe he wouldn’t. But all that mattered is that you’d mustered up enough confidence to make some bold moves this afternoon, which by all accounts made you a bad bitch.

Later That Same Evening…

It’s been hours since you pulled that stunt with Ari, but as luck would have it, you still had yet to hear from him. Not that you were worried or anything. In fact, if you had to choose an emotion, you were more disappointed than anything else.

While you’d long since abandoned your high heels by your front door, you were still wearing the outfit you’d worn to the bank. You’d simply been too excited to go by the shop so you’d decided to remain closed for the day.

Heaving a sigh as you rise from the couch, you’re in the middle of debating whether or not it’s worth trying to cobble together something for dinner when you hear the sound of your doorbell. Confused, you go to reach for your phone, only to frown when you see there’s nothing from the one man you wanted to hear from most.

The bell chimes again, prompting you to get a move on. “I’m comin’, I’m comin’!” You mumble, stretching your arms above your head. Opening the door, you’re treated to the sight of a large man standing on your porch with his hands in his pocket, his official badge prominently displayed on his hip. 

Hello, Detective Ari Levinson. 

“Evening, Miss. Apologies for bothering you so late.” 

“Why hello, Detective. Somethin’ I can help you with?” You do your best to keep your tone light while you wait for him to explain himself.

“Sure hope so. Got a report about someone engaging in some inappropriate behavior.” He informs you, barely concealing his smirk as he leans his big body against the porch railing.

“Is that right?”

“Fraid so.” He nods solemnly. “In fact, I actually found a trail of evidence that led me right here to your front door.”

“I…well, there has to be some mistake.” You protest, your hand flying to your chest. 

“Huh.” Ari sucks on his teeth as he reaches into his pocket to retrieve a small scrap of lacy black fabric. “Then you wouldn’t happen to know who these belong to, would you?”

Your eyes go wide at the sight of your panties dangling from one thick index finger. 

“I’m not sure what you’re implying, but they’re certainly not mine.” You sniff haughtily. “I’ve never seen those before in my life.”

“Now, Miss.” He gently chastises, taking another step towards you, invading your space. “Perhaps I should warn you that it’s a crime to lie to a member of law enforcement.” Instead of responding you simply fold your arms across your heaving bosom. 

The nerve of this man, thinking he had the right to question you like this right out in the open. Honestly, what would your neighbors think? The scandal!

“You know what? I’m thinkin’ I’m gonna need to search the premises.” The bounty hunter moves to enter your home, only to growl when your hand stops him short. “It’s also a felony to impede an official investigation.” Ari grunts, his brow furrowing in annoyance.

“And I'm thinkin’ I'm gonna need to see a warrant first, Detective.”

Your breath catches in your throat as you watch his eyes darken - his nostrils flaring ever so slightly. 

“I’m sure a good girl like you ain’t got nothin’ to hide.” Ari rasps, leaning in so that his mouth now hovers a mere inch above your ear. “Unless…”

“Unless what?” You respond, sounding a little more breathless than you’d like.

“Unless there’s something in there you don’t want me to find?”

“I don’t have anything to hide.” Blowing out a breath you decide to give the man what he wants, if only to see what comes next

“Not sure I believe you, sweetheart.”

“Fine.” You concede. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to let you come in for a quick look. But you’ve gotta be fast.” You tell him, poking him in the shoulder before turning to lead him into your home. “Because I’m expecting company any minute and we don’t need an audience.”

“We’ll see.”

Your pulse kicks up when you hear Ari shut the door behind you, followed by the quiet snick of the lock. Guess that meant he thought he was staying awhile. Just as you open your mouth to protest, you’re caught off guard when he brushes by you, allowing you to catch a hint of his cologne. 

“I’m not sure what you’re on, Detective.” You say, shooting him your fiercest glare. Meanwhile, this man responds with his most lethal grin. “But I’m giving you five minutes to figure it out before I–” 

“You know, Miss, I didn’t wanna ask you this outside. Especially given the already delicate nature of this investigation. But do you happen to be wearing any panties?”

“Excuse me?!” His question has your mouth falling open, your cheeks burning hot with outrage.

“Answer the question.” His eyes track your every movement as you slowly back away in the direction of the stairs. “Because every good girl I know puts on a pair of panties before leaving the house for the day.”

“Goodnight, Detective Levinson.” You hiss before turning and taking the stairs two by two. “Please see yourself out before I’m forced to call your supervisor.”

Your words are met with silence. And it’s not until you reach the edge of your bedroom that you hear him moving – up the same stairs you’d just scaled only seconds before. You can hardly suppress a shiver as the heady thrum of anticipation courses through you. 

“I hate to break it to you, sweetheart.” Ari growls softly as his impressive form fills your doorway, effectively blocking your only exit. “But I’m not through with my investigation.” It’s a struggle to ignore just how good he looks taking up space in your bedroom like this. 

“I want you to leave.”

“Oh, I will. As soon as I’m finished.” He takes a step towards you, rolling up his sleeves as he does. “But first, I’m gonna need you to turn and place your hands on the wall.”

“I–I will do no such thing!” Comes your almost breathless reply. “I’m not a criminal.”

“Hm.” Ari cocks his head, his magnetic blue eyes leering at your much smaller, curvier frame. “But you are a suspect.” In less than a fraction of a second, this man is now standing in front of you. “And it would be rather reckless of me if I didn’t pat you down.” One large hand curls itself around your bicep before gently leading to a nearby wall. “You should know that I’m a bit of a stickler when it comes to following protocol.” 

Blood roaring in your ears, you place both of your hands on the cool surface. Taking a deep breath, you can’t help but jump when he kicks your feet apart, forcing you to spread your legs even wider, granting him better access.

“I’m gonna report you.” Unfortunately for you, your flimsy threat does nothing to deter him.

Your eyes fall shut when you feel two large, warm hands glide their way up and down your arms. It feels as tempting as it does comforting. He repeats the action twice more, almost as if he’s trying to lull you into a false sense of security. 

Next, those wandering hands are stroking along your sides, greedily following the path of your curves. And then you feel him bury his nose in the crook of your neck. It’s impossible to miss his soft groan as he inhales your sweet scent.

“Now I’ve gotta ask you, little Bird.” He hums, his sharp teeth nipping at your ear. “Do you have anything on you that could stab, stick, or poke me?” 

“N-no.” 

God, you were so fucking wet right now it’s embarrassing. And you can’t stop the moan that catches in your throat when his sensual ministrations move to your breasts – cupping, massaging, and kneading. He lewdly palms them through your blouse, this thumps paying extra attention to your hardened nipples. Your back arches of its own accord as he continues to play with your body.

And there’s a part of you that hates yourself for the way he makes you respond.  

“Hm. So far so good, baby. Proud of you for keeping your hands where I can see ‘em.” Now his hands are skimming down your hips to toy with the hem of your skirt. His warm breath dances along your sensitive skin, making you shiver. “But now it’s time for the big question.” Ari begins inching your skirt higher and higher. “And don’t you dare lie to me. Are you–”

“This ain’t right, Detective!” You protest, protectively clenching your thighs together. However, your words only make him chuckle. “Pretty sure this is an illegal search and seizure.”

“As a member of law enforcement, I would have to respectfully disagree with you.” He says at the same time as he grinds himself against you, his massive erection pressing into your lower back. “It’s my job to keep the community safe. And to deal with naughty girls who go around handing out their unmentionables to strangers.” Your skirt inches even higher now, stopping just short of revealing your dripping cunt. 

“And what do you know?” He purrs, holding you still as his hand dips between your thighs, cupping your most intimate flesh. “Looks like we’ve got a little liar on our hands. Don’t we?”

“Don’t. We.” The renewed authority in his tone makes your pussy quiver.

“Yes, Sir.”

“And how should we handle liars, sweetheart? Hm?” Your knees go weak when you feel two thick fingers spear their way through your messy folds, lightly strumming over your clit. “What should we do with you?”

“....I…don’t know….”

His deep chuckle has you squirming in his hold, your hips bucking as he continues to grind the heel of his palm against your sensitive nub.  

“Tell you what. You and I are about to have a serious conversation about what happens to pretty young ladies who can’t seem to tell the truth. Even when it’s in their best interest. What do ya say?”

“Y–yes, Sir.” You moan as your eyes threaten to roll back in your head, sparks of pleasure dancing behind your eyes. “Whatever you want – I’ll be so, sooo good!”

Thirty Minutes Later…

“Why the fuck you keep runnin’, baby?” Ari growls, smacking your bottom hard. “Yeah, get that juicy ass back here. Love watchin’ those cheeks bounce.”

The rhythmic sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, spilling out into the hall as Ari drives into you over and over again with his impressive cock. 

He’d been hard for hours before he ever showed up on your doorstep. Frankly, he’d lost count of how many times he’d paused throughout the day to bring your panties to his nose. It was like he couldn’t seem to get enough of how good you smelled. But he also knew that wouldn’t be enough.

He needed to taste you. Needed your unique, earthy flavor on his tongue. 

Thankfully, he had no doubt that he’d have time to eat the fuck out of your sweet pussy later. After he was finished fucking you into oblivion for being such bad girl. Who would’ve guessed his little Bird had it in her to be so deliciously naughty?

Meanwhile, you’re too busy sobbing into a pillow to be proud of yourself right now, your hands fisting the sheets while your man exacts his revenge on your body. At this rate, you’d already cum twice. And here you were already roaring along to orgasm number three. 

Fuck, this man was a goddamned menace!

Your desperate cries grow louder as Ari picks up his pace, forcing you to clench around him as you finally resort to begging.

“Please, Ari!” You wail when he lifts your hips higher before adjusting the angle of his strokes. “I–ooh God–M’so close!”

“Oh yeah?” He snarls, the sound rumbling from somewhere deep in his chest. “Then let me see you work for it.” A sharp hiss escapes when his heavy palm comes down on your ass again, this time smacking both cheeks without so much as missing a beat. “This is how bad girls get punished.” You tense when he delivers yet another blow. “They’ve gotta work for their pleasure.”

“I’m sorry–wooh God!” Your voice comes out raw, bordering on hoarse.       

“That’s it, baby. Yeah, there we go.” He gifts you with another slap, earning a sharp yelp from you. “Yeah, throw it back like you love it.”

After an afternoon of being bad, there’s nothing you want more than to be good for this man. You wanted to please him. Make him happy. If only so he never stopped touching you. And you were trying – honest to God, you were.

But it was all too good. Too much. 

“Just know, everytime you run, I’m gonna drag that sweet ass right back.” Ari renews his punishing grip on your hips, holding you up even as your sweat slicked body starts to give out. “Now cum for me one more time so I can finally stop takin’ it easy on you, pretty Bird.”

END

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Wrapped Up In You

Pairing: Alpha!Ari Levinson x WOC Reader

Warnings: 18+ only; A/B/O verse; soft!dark Ari; omega!reader; explicit sexual content; unprotected sex (wrap it up folx); very dubious consent; hormone-ic? coercion; breeding kink; little bit of size kink/descriptions of reader as short/smaller than Ari

A/N: Something a lil dark for beefy alpha Ari. He just wants to be with you. 😳 Dividers by @/firefly-graphics

Ari runs his thumb along the ridges of the key in his hand. At his desk, pages of floor plans lay abandoned while heat from his palm warmed the key over the past thirty minutes.

He perks up at the sound of knocking.

Ari sets aside his drafting pencil. The key drops into his pocket.

He opens the door, rewarded with your smile.

After stepping inside and slipping off your shoes, you hand a paper bag to him.

“Just stopping by to give you these.”

The croissants are crisp and he knows you ordered his favorite – blueberry.

“Stay for a bite?” he asks.

You help yourself to the kettle at his stove, filling it up with water for tea.

As the two of you chat and indulge in the pastries, Ari’s eyes trace your body in your seat. How much you belong there, elbow to elbow with him. Your voice filling the kitchen, bouncing off the walls together with the light of the setting sun.

Your tongue licks your lips in delight of the treat. Ari can’t help smiling; he knows you got the croissants because he mentioned earlier in the week that he had a craving. It’s days later and when you have spare time, you show up and prove how attentive and caring you are.

His perfect omega.

“I should head out. Before I eat more of these and have no space left for dinner with the girls.” You lift both of your plates and head over to sink.

He walks you to the door, helps you shrug on your jacket. Before you can reach for your purse, his thick arms have swept you up, closing the height gap and bringing you eye level with him. You run your fingers along his beard, letting the bristles tickle your palm.

“See you tomorrow?” he asks.

You nod. He leans in and kisses your smile.

At dinner, you endure some teasing briefly.

“You really ditched Ari to come hang with us? Damn, you must really love us.” Nora squeezes you against her side.

“Of course I love you,” you say unironically. You tug at your sweater to let in some cool air.

“How is he?”

“He’s good.”

Gabe makes a face at you. “Look at that smile. You’re so cute with him it makes me sick. Just get married already.”

You roll your eyes. Your friends know you are in no rush to get married. It’s not a box you’re interested in checking off your list.

“Yeah, yeah.” Gabe clears the table for space as your food arrives. “You both like how things are going just the way they are.”

Nora adds, “He adores you and you like him to death and I bet he’s never said no to you before, urgh…”

“He’s sweet and committed and dicks you down good and that’s all you need,” Gabe finishes, heedless of the waiter who is still unloading their tray onto your table.

You grimace at the waiter and plan on leaving a big tip.

As you’re halfway through your sorrentinos, you try to remember if Ari has ever said no to you before.

It started a couple days after he offered his spare key to you. You told him it was incredibly sweet and thoughtful, but you weren’t sure you could accept it at the time. A big gesture on his part for giving it to you – and you consider it an equally big gesture to accept. To take such a big step.

Ari didn’t bring it up again, just kept visiting you, chatting with you as usual, which eased your guilt. He knew you were afraid you hurt him by not accepting the key.

Ari was hurt, but that pain just made his love for you pulse harder through his veins. Like a fine needle, that pain pricked him in the smallest way – and out spilled his devotion to you. His determination to be completely yours.

A week.

He left small, potent hints of himself all over your space over the past week.

Sitting in your car with his wrist pressed to the gear stick. Forgetting his tie at your apartment. Swiping his wrist against the underside of your pillow. Slipping a handkerchief into your jacket pocket. And every chance you were in the same room alone with him, Ari upped his pheromone output just enough. Sometimes he did it in minimal, unnoticeable, amounts while you two had dinner. Once or twice, you sat near him as he made phone calls and wrote emails that ‘frustrated’ him, got him worked up, aggression and stress wafting at you until you squirmed with the need to soothe him.

Your alpha.

The next day, after some coffee and quickly cleaning up around your apartment, you head over to Ari’s house.

He lets you in and you squeeze his hand briefly before wriggling out of your coat. You’re warmer than you expected, even as the temperatures dropped today, a brutal wind swirling light snow outside.

“You got any ice?”

“There’s cold water in the fridge.” He pads into the kitchen after you as you’re finishing a glass of water.

“You planning to hibernate?” You nod towards his refrigerator, filled to the brim with fruits, veggies, and other indications of planning a feast.

“I might have gone shopping while I was hungry,” he said, smirking down at you and planting a kiss on your forehead. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” You reach for him and he hugs you.

The two of you have brunch and then leave for a movie.

Ari reaches over sparingly for some popcorn. The tub of popcorn is always on your lap, ensuring you have comfortable access to crunchy goodness, until you lose interest in eating it; then Ari slides it into his hold so you don’t have to keep holding it. Today, you don’t indulge in the popcorn as enthusiastically as normal.

As the film introduces the characters, Ari notices your head on his shoulder. This is not unusual. However, you don’t remain still. Your temple rubs against him. You nuzzle distractedly and curl tightly against his side.

When the first major fight scene starts, Ari can feel your head nodding. Fitting his arm around you, Ari pulls you close to his chest.

“Doing okay?” he whispers.

It takes a couple seconds for you to respond, as you find it pertinent to lift your face up and bury your nose in his neck.

You hum and murmur back. “Feeling tired.”

“You wanna go home?”

You nod.

Back at his house, you groan into a throw pillow. “I was so excited to see that movie. I don’t know why I got so sleepy.”

“It’s alright. We can go back another day. You wanna take a nap?”

You sigh. “That sounds good.”

Ari promises to wake you up in an hour.

Leaning over the bedside, his hand brushes your cheeks, senseing the temperature of your body rising.

Eyes heavy, you smile up at him as he tucks you in. “Thanks, Ari.”

Almost thirty minutes later.

It’s quiet except for the howl of wind outside the house.

Ari lifts his head. A dizzying scent tickles his nose. He hears your footsteps soft against the floor.

“Ari?”

“Baby, you’re awake?”

Your face feels flushed with heat. On your way out of the bedroom, you removed the confining layer of your pants.

Ari forces himself to remain seated. His body has gone tense, muscles fighting the restraint he has put on himself. You step closer to him, your delectable softness coming within reach.

“Are you feeling alright?” he asks, quiet, concerned.

“I need…” You frown at him. Pout that his arms have not already enclosed you. “I feel hot all over. Like…”

Your hands find his shoulders, firm and solid.

“Like when I…Oh no. I think…”

“Shhh. It’s okay. C’mere.”

Those arms cradle you onto his lap. You sigh in relief.

“I’m right here.”

“Ari.” You whimper, the sound going straight to his cock.

“What do you need, baby?” His hand rubs deliciously up your back.

“Maybe I should go home.” Your heat is a couple weeks early. The symptoms have settled deep. You’re weighed down with a feverish discontent and the only thing helping is pressing harder against Ari.

“Shh. I don’t think you should be driving. And there’s a wind advisory.” His thumbs graze back and forth on your skin. He can feel you shiver with pleasure.

“I think”—

“It’s okay. Tell me what you need.”

You burrow and press your face against the side of his neck. “I, um—I think my heat”—

“I’m right here.”

You feel his lips kiss down your jaw, accompanied by the distracting, lovely scratch of his beard.

“Mm. Ari, I’m sorry—I just…”

“What do you need?” Large hands grip your thighs, pressing your core against him. His voice dropped so low, a tremble rose up your spine.

You gasp. “Need you. Alpha, I need you.”

Your naked limbs wrap around Ari as his weight holds you down against the bed. You squirm, kissing him hard, addicted to his taste. You’re aflame with desire, with a bone-deep yearning to be one with Ari, to open yourself and give to him.

Ari relishes the way you feel in his arms, in his bed. Revels in getting you like this - physically and emotionally giving to him. Giving and letting him take all that nature has written belongs to him.

He rolls, pulls you on top of him and reaches down to grip his cock. Your slick has leaked all over him, dripped down his member and he can’t wait any longer. He angles and pushes into you.

You gasp and keen as he fills you, so thick, filling you, asserting he belongs deep inside you.

His lips are swollen from your passion. He nips at your chin, sucks wet kisses down your neck.

“Ride me.”

You tremble as your knees brace at his sides. You want to feel him inside you like this forever. You want him written under your skin, his touch dragging against you, heavy and certain that you’re his.

A smack stings your ass cheek, making you whimper.

“Ride your alpha. Be good for me.”

You want to be good for him. For your alpha.

Your hips rock up and down, back and forth. Bobbing up and down his cock so that it stretches you, and drags in and out of you in a most maddening, delightful manner.

All the while Ari’s mouth, with that wicked mean beard, blazes across your chest. His teeth find sensitive flesh, tugs your nipples. His tongue tastes your sweat. He has imagined a hundred times the child you will give him, that you will feed from your breasts, the two of you his perfect future.

But you were so unsure. So hesitant about potentially disappointing Ari. He knew of your doubts and he knew he could overcome them. Sometimes by soothing you, by patiently loving you. Sometimes by taking – taking the next step for both of you. Moving you both forward.

His mouth closes around your neck. You moan, the wet heat of his mouth stimulating your sensitive heat-ridden bonding gland. Burning pleasure threatens to engulf you.

“Ari,” your voice bubbles with a moan. “A-alpha!”

You’re no longer riding your alpha. Ari has you trapped in his embrace, one hand gripping your ass cheek as he bucks up into you. His pace is brutal. Hard thrusts have you choking on your breath, moans broken and rising into sobs as his girth rubs against your most sensitive spot and his mouth bites down on your bonding gland.

You come squeezing him tight, your cunt begging your alpha to fill you with more than his cock.

Ari pants, “Right here.”

“Ari…” you manage to mumble before he presses you to his neck. Your lips part instinctively, eager to complete the ritual, needing to do as your alpha has done.

“That’s it, omega. Take me.”

You bite.

Ari groans, coming hard inside you. He grunts, deeply pleased, fulfilled. Breathing hard, his face presses into your hair, drinks in your scent. He holds you, pumping his cock into you slowly until he dips deep and his knot swells into place. Pleased that his seed is in you, finally feeding your fertile womb.

You’re sated for now, assured that your body has received every drop your alpha demanded you take.

Later, Ari laps up the cream dripping like sap from your beautiful pussy. You’re needy, dropping deeper into your heat, with only one goal motivating you to stretch and arch your back. Your knees and hands balance you, presenting a sinful sight that has Ari salivating.

You whine and bury your face into the sheets.

“Please, alpha…”

Ari has never told you no.

Cooing at you, Ari splits you with his generous length.

When he’s seated to the hilt, pelvis caressing you ass, he sighs. Pride and adoration mix and flutter inside him and beyond him to you.

You're drunk on your carnal calling, the bond intoxicates you with his alpha triumph, his single-minded focus to sink into you.

He’s taking care of his omega. Breeding you, your soft curves just waiting to fill with his pup. Such satisfaction swells bigger with every deliberate, possessive plunge of his cock deep in and out of you. You’re at his mercy, his fingers biting into your hips. You’re taking what he gives you like his good little omega.

He knots you until you’re exhausted from trying to milk his cum.

Each day of your heat, your alpha takes the utmost care of you. Each day of your heat, Ari gives you what you need.

One year later.

Ari walks beside you. In his arms is the softest little creature that you both are obsessed with.

When you reach the front door, you hold up your hand. On one finger is a ring. In your palm is a key.

You both step inside, into the house Ari renovated as a surprise for you.

Some days, as you wake and see Ari cuddling and feeding your pup, you can’t believe how happy you are.

Ari’s found everything he wants in you. He wraps one arm around you. You lean against him, stroking your baby’s cheek and smile back at him. Content and loved.

“Welcome to our home,” Ari says.

🫐🫐

Thank you for reading!

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bunny

Ari Levinson X Black/WoC Reader (can be read by anyone)

You’re the new bartender at Ari’s club and tonight you’ve had enough with how the other women treat you but don’t end up fired like you feared.

warnings: Ari lol. Sex. Bullying. Insecurities about weight. Fat shaming.

note: I still have love for Ari but this is the only thing I’ve finished for Ari and probably won’t be writing anything new for him either bc of other hyper fixations taking over my mind 😂 but I hope yall enjoy it and all its errors bc I’m too lazy to fix them. I’m trying to empty out the fics in my notes so the range of characters I’ve been stuck on over the years is crazy 😂 this has been in my notes a month shy of a year 🙃

also reader is always written with a black/woc perspective but no actual description in this one other then weight.

The cool air danced over your exposed skin, working for a night club meant the exposure was necessary. It attracted customers and that usually meant you got good tips. You didn’t mind, you enjoyed finally having a reason to wear pretty things all the time. 

You wasn’t even sure how you got into your current situation, you had been sitting across from your boss’s desk crying. You were so embarrassed when the tears started. Ever since you started the night club the other women working made your  life hell, at first you thought it was initiation but it prolonged week after week. Next week making 4 months you’d been on the clock here and every day you worked was a day you had to deal with their bullshit, they were by far worse than the male customers that tried getting handsy. At least the male customers got dealt with and thrown out. 

Apparently the club really never had much issue with the bartenders getting pushed up on, only the dancers, but when you started that changed. You thought your boss would fire you for the problems it caused at the bar but he just added security around the bar, adding a strict rule about the behavior at the bar and towards bartenders. Mostly you. 

You had ignored the gossip that it was especially for you, that the boss has some fondness for you. It wasn’t true, it couldn’t be. All the beautiful skinny women running around you knew he sure as hell wasn’t interested in you. Yea, you knew you were beautiful, you had eyes you could see your face but you were fuller, more plump than any other woman here. That alone lead you to believe you couldn’t be his type, no other women who looked like you worked here. Didn’t that mean something? 

You was surprised you even got the job, your potential boss did nothing but glare at you while the interview went on. He also told you dancing was off the table for you, but it had to be because you didn’t look like the other women. You were so hurt but did your best to not show it. You needed that extra money dancers got not believing you would do well fully clothed. Who did?

But you were wrong. The men drooled over you so much so the women complained about all the men being at the bar instead of their tables. Which meant you got great tips and more tips than usual since the men wanted to get their own drinks instead of the dancers bringing them to their tables. Men wanted to be around you. 

Through out the long nights you’d always catch your boss glaring down from his offices floor to ceiling windows. It was remote controlled, he could black out the windows when he wanted or have them clear so people could see him. It made your stomach flip at the thought he had wanted you to see him staring. 

Sometimes he’d have you personally bring his drinks up, which caused the men to groan with displeasure at your absence or he’d end the night by coming down personally for his drink when making inventory lists and everyone was gone and the cleaning crews took over. He’d always tip well. So well you didn’t have to work the rest of the week if you didn’t want to, but you did and saved your money like the plan called for. On nights you had the courage you’d asked him questions, simple questions as he sat across from you at the bar.  “How was his day” and such. He’d humor you with short polite answers, a smirk playing on his lips at your failure to hide your nervousness and arousal. You’d always have to clench your legs when you’d finally hear his voice usually for the first time that night and see that smirk. 

Ari Levinson, God he was a menace and the only person in the world you’d let call her some cutesy silly name like Bunny. 

You felt his presence tower over you and your mind finally caught back up to the present moment. You were in his office because one of the other women finally pushed you to the breaking point. You was embarrassed that something to stupid could finally get you to react. 

“What happened Bunny?” He husked while sharp blue stared down at you. 

He was so close, too close, you could hardly focus. You wiped away a stray tear before taking a deep breath. 

“It was nothing” you stuttered out, avoiding eye contact.

“It wasn’t nothing you broke her nose baby, now Bunny I won’t ask again” his voice was demanding but without malice.

You breath hitched as your eyes found his, storm blue ones raging. Though you totally misread it. What you miss took for anger because you let yourself believe the lies was Ari’s control hanging on by a thread. 

You contemplated lying to him.

“Don’t” 

Your eyes widen. Ari had to suppress the groan that fought it’s way up his throat at the sight before him. There you stood, eyes puffy from crying, lips red and swollen from nervously biting them, your teary eyes wide. Fuck that’s how Ari wanted to make you look but because of the pleasure he could no doubt provide. 

“She..she..uh.. she said you only hired me because you felt sorry for me and you would never touch someone as fat as me” you whispered, face hot with anger as you pushed some of curly hair behind your ear. 

As much as it pissed Ari off he couldn’t help the little happiness he felt at the fact that out of all the things he knew the women did to you, that made you react. Yes Ari knew about the way they treated you, this was his club he knew everything, hell he knew everything as he should about is his city. But Ari had wanted you to come to him, maybe it was selfish but he wanted you to need him. 

“And I’m sorry I shouldn’t have reacted that way! It’s just been a lot with them! But please I’m sorry I really need this job and it pays so well I can’t afford to lose it!” 

Ari stared at you while you word vomited in front of him. He was a little disappointed in himself for not thinking of it that way, that you wouldn’t cause a sense or make trouble by asking for help because of how much you needed the job. 

He shook his head at you as his hand grabbed your face softly, his thumb stroking your cheek.

“Shh Bunny, calm down, it’s ok” 

You were too shocked by the gentle caress to really hear his words. 

“That’s not true, not at all” he said.

“It’s not?” You asked not completely convinced, your doubtful eyes searching his.

“No it’s not Bunny” he answered before stepping forward and truly caging you between him and his large oak desk, his hips rolling forward so his heavy hard erection pushed into your silk covered soft belly.

“Don’t you see what you do to me Bunny?” His deep voice groaned wreaking havoc on your nervous system. You gasped at the feel of him.

Of course you suspected he was large but feeling him, it, so strong and heavy against you was something your imagination could never come up with. You could cum just from him rutting into your soft belly. 

Your hand flew to his shoulder to steady yourself and the other to get balance on the desk.

“Their just jealous baby because from the moment you walked your pretty little ass in this club I hardly given any of them a glance” he whispered as his lips ghosted up your jaw to nibble your ear. 

You clenched your thighs as you groaned in his ear. 

“And Emma, well she’s just mad because the last time I did fuck her” he stopped before pulling back to watch your face, you had went ridged under him, your face tight with anger. He continued before you could say something. 

“I called her your name while I came on her” His voice was deep and needy as he confessed to you, some how his thumb had made its way into your mouth pressing down on your tongue while he watched your face. He realized he seemed to love doing that, watching your reactions.

You were slightly angry with yourself for being so turned on. You should be mad he was talking about fucking another women, yet you weren’t. You wanted more than anything to feel what Emma felt but to know it was you that he wanted and it was you he was getting.

“If you want me to stop bunny and I will, just say the words” he told you seriously as he pulled his thumb from your mouth awaiting her answer.

As sure of himself as he was there was still that nervousness deep down in his stomach you would say no. Turn him away because of who he was and what he did. He knew you, had been watching you since you started and you were a good girl, everything he wasn’t. 

But you didn’t. With your eyes locked on his, you opened your mouth licking up the underside of his thumb before pulling it into your warm mouth to suck.

And fuck did Ari think his fucking knees would buckle. 

“Good girl” he replied trying to pull himself together. He was about to cum all over your stomach. 

It earned him a moan around his thumb.

“Now tell me what you want Bunny because if you want me then there is no one else, I do not share” he was serious, he had wanted you from the moment he saw you. Tried to keep you away because of his line of work but he was too selfish a man, he could only hold out for so long. 

You released him with a pop.

“I want you and I want everyone to know especially Emma because neither do I” you said finally showing a more confident side.

Before you knew it his mouth was covering your and he had you on the desk, your skirt lifted and thong covered ass chilled by the cool wood while your legs wrapped around his waist. 

Fuck you couldn’t believe he kissed this good, you didn’t even want to come up for air. 

At this point both your legs were up, ankles sitting on his shoulders, high heel clad feet dangling in the air. Your skirt tucked up around your waist so he could see everything. 

He needed to see everything. He fucking dreamed of this many of nights. 

His cock was free, long and hard. He ran the under side of it between your folds and up over your mound. Over and over again driving you wild as he collected your wetness. 

“Oh fuck Ari please” 

“Please what Bunny?” 

“Please please fuck me!” You whined.

Your body stilled at the intrusion, he was kissing you, running his hand up and down your body, pinching nipples trying to get you to relax just a bit more, he knew he should have worked you up more but he was past that, he had no control left, you were ready enough. 

“Fuck” he groaned out appreciatively once he pushed slightly into you, your gasp ringing out in his ears as your natural manicured fingernails cut into his back. A pain he welcomed. You were so tight, tighter than he could ever dream of and wet, so fucking weak. You were already leaking on his desk. 

A wet dream come true.

It was a few moments and thrust later you started to relax and Ari could really work into you.

“Oh fuck” you moaned out, both hands gripped the edge of the desk while his hands dug into you full round ass cheeks, your bottom hung in the air. Ari the only thing truly keeping you suspended. He loved this position because of how much control he had.

You couldn’t even get your brain to truly function, you’d never been fucked like this. He was fucking you like his own personal toy and he was so so deep. 

Because you weren’t functioning you had never noticed the call he made on his intercom, you didn’t notice the door open behind him, never noticed the blonde staring furiously at the sight before her.

Ari balls deep into the pretty little bartender she hated so much, who got special treatment from the most fear man in the city, the man Emma wanted more than anything. Hell any woman who crossed paths with the blue eyed giant wanted him. 

You didn’t notice until Ari leaned forward pressing into you completely causing you to scream out. Your fingers digging into his back once more, at this angle it was too much, you didn’t understand how he could feel deeper then he already was. 

There she was eyes locked on them, her face red with anger and embarrassment like you had been not to long ago at her hands while she held tissue to her bleeding nose.

Ari cursed, the tightness of you too much, your wetness dripping down his sack and thighs.

“Fuck bunny, tight wet little pussy is daddy’s favorite, you gonna let daddy come in you?” He groaned out feeling both of your ends near. 

Your eyes stayed locked on Emma as your fingers gripped his short hair.

“Oh fuck yes daddy! Please come in me! Fill me up” you moaned out. 

You was sure the whole club could hear over the music and you couldn’t care less.

Your body shook and your eyes roll back as that sweet feeling set her body on fire, Ari stilled after a few hard thrusts that cause his heavy desk to scrape backwards before he roared emptying himself into you.

You squealed as another orgasm slammed into you, the feel of his hot seed sending you catapulting into another one. Your eyes blurred as tears flowed from the pleasure.

When you opened your eyes Emma was gone. You both were breathing heavy when Ari used his hips to thrust you up on the desk a bit more. 

“Oh fuck” you yelled out feeling completely overwhelmed and overstimulated by his softening cock still buried deep inside you.

His hands grabbed your face, blue eyes locking yours in place. 

“Looks like I finally caught you bunny”. 

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Feels So Right

Pairing: Mechanic!Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Words: 3.9k+

Summary: w

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, angst, fluff, mentions of divorce, explicit language, explicit content, oral f, choking, pussy slapping, creampie,

A/N: Happy freaking 2k to me! Let’s start it off right. This was self-indulgent and little ode to some mutuals in a way! Like, comment, & reblog! ♥

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I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

What were you thinking? No, seriously, what were you thinking? This wasn’t supposed to be your life. Yet, here you were pacing around your room, trying on dress after dress — for a date! You were supposed to still be married to the love of your life.

But the love of your life — or so you thought he was, decided to end your marriage and be with someone who he stated was just better suited for him. Good riddance right? Except for the pain that coursed through your veins stung for months.

You decided life wasn’t even worth living for after the divorce was final. At least your ex was nice enough to leave the house to you. The walls that held your memories were now bare. Walking passed those picture frames hurt each time and it reminded you of something that was no more.

For months you didn’t even leave the house. Your friends urged you to get up and move on with your life. God knows he did and it made you sick knowing he’d never love you again — like you still loved him.

Friends would come by and check on you and it was nice that they still cared. You were a shell and they hated to see you like that. The grueling months went by and you had used up all of your vacation time at work.

Your boss was understanding and you didn’t want to take her kindness for granted. It was time to go out into the world again, even the sun was surprised to see you as much as it was shining that day.

Taking your normal commute to work was a dream — until it wasn’t. You found yourself on the side of the road with a smoking car no less. Cursing at yourself for not getting it checked sooner. Luckily, you still had Triple-A on hand, otherwise, you would have had to call one of your friends and you didn’t want to be more of a burden than you already were.

The tow truck took you to the auto shop that you were familiar with and you had to do a double-take at how much it changed. Had you been gone that long? Depression will definitely make the weeks feel like days and the months feel like weeks.

The place even smelled better on the inside and as you took in all the new changes, you hear the door open, and… the universe had to be playing a sick game on you.

The man that walked out the door, was as tall as the frame, with feathered brown locks that framed his face just right and a body that you wouldn’t mind being under. Your eyes dropped down to his hands and… goodness. They were huge.

Your mouth dropped open slightly and if you stared any longer, a puddle of drool would be pooling at your feet.

The blood rushing to your ears muffled the sound of your name being called once. But the deep baritone of this man’s voice when he said your name twice, pulled you from your trance.

You snapped your mouth shut, gulping down the spit that almost fell from your lips. Gathering up whatever composure that you had left, look up at the towering stature of the Greek God.

“Uh- um, yeah that’s me,” you say in a quiet tone.

The man extends his hand and you could have died when he smiled at you.

“It’s nice to meet you Mrs. Walker, the name’s Ari,” the sound of that name made you wince and before he could get another word in, you squeaked out your maiden name.

Ari looks back at the paper and then back at you, “Oh but, it says..”

“I’m… recently divorced, I should’ve updated everything by now,” the shame setting in as your shoulders slumped a bit.

But your shame quickly turned into confusion when you heard his chuckle.

“I thought that was you,” his amused voice matching his beaming smile. There was no way this man knew who you were. Not a chance in hell. But as you looked up at the name on the new logo. You repeated his name in your head.

The cogs in your brain began to turn, “Ari… Levinson… Ari… Holy crap! Stick?! Oh my… You.. Grew up.”

His laugh bounced off the walls before enveloping you in a hug and God did he feel warm. You melt into his embrace, letting the smell of his cologne consume you. It had been so long since you were hugged like this, you wanted to stay there forever.

But it was over as Ari slipped his arms from around you, getting a good look at you, “You haven’t changed. Just got rid of some dead weight,” he said giving you a look mixed with sympathy and awe.

His last statement stung, but he was right. Your friends and family knew John was nothing but dead weight holding you down.

You chuckled nervously, wrapping your arms around yourself, “You heard about that huh?”

“My old man couldn’t stop talking about how a piece of shit he was. You didn’t deserve that,” you wish you could say he was wrong, but he wasn’t. John would never checked your car, let alone take it to get tuned up yearly. Stating you were a big girl and didn’t need him to hold your hand.

Every time that you would walk in the auto shop, old man Isaac would shake his head, muttering that a lady shouldn’t have to worry about things like this. He was even more annoyed the day you caught a flat because John refused to check the air in your tires.

He serviced you like he always did but didn’t charge you a penny. Instead, he charged John the full amount and left a nice note explaining why.

Something about “Only worthless men don’t protect their wives”

News of his death did get to you but you were too numb to even react. You did of course send flowers and thanks. As Ari mentioned his dad, your lip trembled as you gazed up at him.

“I’m sorry about Isaac. He was the best,” you say as Ari gave a smile that didn’t reach his eyes this time.

“Yeah… Yeah he was. But! Enough of the sad talk, let’s get you up and going okay?” his voice softer now as he took out his clipboard, “So the motor is shot but I can have that fixed in a day. Your tires are worn a bit but I can order new ones for you so you don’t have to.”

That sounded like a lot of money that quite frankly you didn’t have. You knew that your car would have to stay until you got the money together so you stopped Ari, “Those sound expensive Ari and it’s something that I can’t afford right now..”

Ari’s brows furrowed but still looking at you with a softened look, “Who says I wanted your money sugar?”

Oh no… was this about to be one of those kinds of payments? Granted he looks amazing but you weren’t about to sleep with him to get your car fixed.

Your eyes widened as you looked up at him, “I’m no-not going to sleep with you! What the hell Ari!”

“Woah! Woah! I never said that” amusement lacing his words, “The only payment from you that I’m willing to take is one date. Just one. Two if you like me after the first one,” there was no way he was serious. But as the silence set in, not once did he laugh or say “gotcha”

Your mouth opened once, closed, and opened again. Shock had set in, “You? Want to go on a date? With me?”

“Never been more sure of anything in my life sweetheart. Whaddya say?” his voice was laced with hope. He hoped you would say yes because deep down, he didn’t think he stood a chance. Ari wished he got to you first after all those years and life was giving him a second chance.

You stood there in disbelief, surely he would see what a mess you were as soon as you let him in. Doubt began to set in. What if he didn’t like you? What if he canceled after realizing he could do better?

“That would never happen,” his voice cutting through your thoughts. You must have said them out loud because he answered quickly, “You’ve been my crush since high school sugarplum. It’s time to do what I should have done years ago.”

Ari’s eyes pierced through yours and you could feel the heat in his gaze. John didn’t even look at you the way Ari did and it literally stole your breath away. What could one date hurt? It would be good to catch up anyway right?

You agreed to have one date with Ari. He planned everything down to the date, time, and place. He wouldn’t take your offer of just meeting up. No, he wasn’t going to let you lift a finger.

So, here you were on a group facetime with your friends, Dina, Arielle, Stephanie, and Audrey. Your room was a mess and you still haven’t found anything to wear. Only thing that you successfully had done was your hair and makeup.

“I knew we shoulda went over there,” chimed Arielle, “Poor girl is in shambles.”

“Just pick the tightest dress you can find!” shouted Stephanie.

“The girl can barely breathe with just her underwear on! You want her to suffocate?” spoke Audrey.

“Well it would get her laid that’s for sure,” muttered Dina.

“DINA!!” everyone shouted

Dina cackled, covering her mouth in laughter, “You were all thinking it! Those cobwebs need to be knocked off. Lord knows the dumbass couldn’t do it.

Murmurs of agreeance filled the room as you set out 3 potential dresses, “Okay… What about these?”

Silence filled the room again as everyone gave the most disgusted looks. Dina was the first to speak, “What are you a nun? Burn em.”

Audrey chuckled, “Yeah even I want you to never let those dresses see the light of day”

All the girls busted out laughing as you sank to the floor, “None of you are any help! He’s going to be here in 30 minutes and I’m still not dressed.”

“Maybe that’s a good thing. Less to take off,” Stephanie shrugged, getting a glare from Arielle.

You let out a huff of frustration as the time came closer and closer. This wasn’t going to work out and you knew Ari was on his way because he sent you a message an hour ago.

There was nothing in your closet that was date material. John never took you on dates so there was never any need to actually buy anything remotely sexy.

That was until…

“What about that strappy dress that I got for your divorce gift?” asked Audrey, “I haven’t seen you even take it out of the bag.”

Everyone nodded and agreed and you were just mortified, “I can’t wear that! It’s…”

“It’s perfect! Go on, try it,” urged Dina.

It couldn’t hurt, right? There was no time to even debate because in exactly 10 minutes, Ari would be knocking on your door.

You pulled out the dress bag, slowly pulling the zipper down. The black silk pulled you in the moment you laid eyes on it. The danger in having the fabric on your skin scared and excited you at the same time.

A lump formed in your throat as you tried to swallow but there was no time for doubt. 5 minutes had already passed. You quickly slip the dress on, tying the straps in the right place and slipping on the matching heels. It felt like they lifted you almost a foot off the floor. But as you looked in the mirror, the woman looking back at you was unrecognizable.

But in a good way. She wasn’t the shell of the person that you used to be. She was… hot.

“What are you doing?! Let us see!” screamed Arielle. You quickly came into the focus of the camera as everyone looked stunned.

You looked and them as they looked back at you, “Well? Say something!”

“Oh John is an idiot!” shouted Arielle.

“You’ve been hiding those tits this whole time?!” blurted out Stephanie.

“Fuck the tits look at the ass!” added in Dina

“Mommy? Sorry.. Mommy?” Audrey says in awe.

Heat rushed to your cheeks as they all spoke at once, “So it’s good?” you ask nervously.

They all say yes in unison, your accomplished smile reaching your eyes.

All the commotion died down with the sound of a knock on your door, “Shit! He’s here. Okay, guys love you!”

“Wait a minute!” Yelled Dina, “What’s this guy’s name?”

With everything going on, you forgot to tell them that your date was Ari.. “Umm Ari? Levinson?”

“STICK?!” they all yelled at once

You gave them a smirk, “Not anymore,” you hear another knock, “Gotta go! See ya!” You end the call, grabbiing your purse and keys and make it to the door, twisting the knob before Ari can knock a third time.

When he laid eyes on you, it was his turn to drool, “You.. Jesus… damn,” he stands there tripping over his words.

You hung your head down, not used to a man being lost for words for you.

Ari quickly lifted your head up with his finger, “None of that sugarplum, you’re gonna be the prettiest woman in the room. Damn… I’m the luckiest man alive right now.”

You preen lightly at his compliments, taking his hand as he leads you out the house and down the stairs.

The entire night went perfectly from beginning to end. Neither you or Ari wanted it to end. That’s why right now at this moment, Ari can’t make himself leave your doorstep and you don’t want him to.

To say you haven’t felt like this in a long time would be the wrong statement. You’ve never felt this way before. Your body has been on fire the entire night and all you want is Ari put the flame out.

You both stand in front of each other, Ari being the first to make a move. He cups your face, bringing his lips down to yours, sucking your bottom lip between his.

He pulls you to him by the small of your back deepening the kiss as you moan softly into his parted lips. You two stand there consuming each other for what feels like hours before he pulls back.

You whine from the loss of him as he shakes his head, “We should stop sugarplum. I don’t want to but we should…”

Your eyes roll up to his, “But I don’t want to stop Ari.. This is been the best night in my life in a long time. Don’t go,” you say the last word in a needy whisper.

Ari presses his lips to your forehead, “I get a chance with you sugarplum and I don’t want to ruin it.”

You step up to him, running your fingers up the back of his neck, raking your nails softly against his scalp, making him lightly growl

“So, take your chance…”

He didn’t need you to tell him twice. “Keys,” you waste no time handing over your keys to him. With a quickness you hear the door unlock and open, “jump,” he commands. Your arms lace around his neck while his hands run down the back of your thighs, lifting you effortlessly off the floor and wrapping your legs around his waist.

Ari smashes his lips to yours bringing you both into the house, kicking the door closed and swiftly locking it. He never takes his lips off yours, curling his tongue around yours as you whimper into his mouth.

He places you on the cabinet leaning up against a wall with a mirror hanging over it, bunching up your dress and kneeling before you. A fresh gush of slick added more wetness to your already soaked panties watching this man on his knees and it was all for you.

“Ari- what..”

“Shh,” those blue slate eyes rolling up to meet yours, “Only thing I wanna hear is my name and the pretty sounds I’m gonna pull outta you,” you clamped your mouth shut, watching his eyes return back between your legs.

He spreads your thighs with his thick hands, sliding them up and ripping your panties from your skin. You let out a breathy moan, catching his attention. Ari lays his eyes on you again, lifting each leg and draping them over his shoulders one by one.

“Eyes on me sugarplum, let me see you,” he whispers before diving his head between your thighs nudging his nose against your aching core. You let out a surprised yelp the minute his tongue licked up your quivering folds. Stars clouded your eyes and he was just getting started.

You squirmed in his hold, inching away from his face. The sensations you were feeling were too much but with an audible growl from Ari, he yanks your hips back where they belonged. He laid one slap to your pulsing clit making you arch your back and cry out.

“Move again and I’ll make you pass out on my tongue,” oh that made you clench and whimper. Ari smirked at you, sinking his teeth into your inner thigh and licking the bite mark. You preened, growing impatient with his teasing.

Lacing your fingers through his locks, you push his head back between your legs, hearing a muffle attagirl before feeling his lips wrap around your clit suckling your bud in his mouth.

“Ohfuck- Ari!” you scream, grinding your wetness in his face, pulling his hair as he adds his tongue to the assault of your jumping clit. You pull him closer, resting your head against the hanging mirror falling into his web.

Ari’s tongue flicks faster against your clit, feeling his lips add pressure to his sucks until the only noises to be heard are your broken moans and his audible suck. Pressure fills your core, blooming with every single stroke of his thick muscle until you break.

You never thought any man would ever make you come the way Ari did. Your sobs fill the room as your lower half convulses on his tongue. Ari drinks you up like he’ll never drink again, groaning against your folds as he tastes all of you for the first time.

He wants to see you do it again and again like it’s his mission. Ari holds your legs open licking up every drop before diving back in and sucking you back in his mouth but sliding two fingers inside your silken walls. His fingers creep, up, up, up until he finds that spot making you tremble in his arms.

Ari lets out a satisfied sigh, curling fingers at the spot, stroking it at the same pace as his tongue. Your eyes roll back, mouth going slack as Ari begins to pull another orgasm from you.

His fingers scissors you open never leaving your spot, your creaminess forming a ring around the thick digits. Your body arches once more, the pressure building again but faster this time. Your breaths become quick and Ari goes faster making the white flash over your eyes as your orgasm hits you out of nowhere.

You let out a silent scream, gushing into Ari’s waiting mouth, your legs clamping around his head as he drinks every drop from you. If he has to die between your legs, that’s what Ari will do.

Your body falls limp, as your high comes down. Ari kisses both your thighs before standing back up, looking at your blissed-out face. He takes your face in his hands, placing soft kisses to your skin, “Come back to me sugarplum, I got you,” he whispers smiling at the small smile you give him, “There’s my girl,” he says proudly, placing a soft kiss to your lips.

He leaves your juices on your lips, swiping your tongue over your swollen lips you become intoxicated, grabbing the back of his neck and crashing your lips to his, sliding your tongue over his as your taste yourself. Ari moans into your mouth, loosening his belt and pushing his pants and briefs down in one motion.

Ari grabs his aching cock in one hand giving it a few strokes before lining the leaking head to your slit. You let out a surprised noise in his mouth as he slides in, letting the tip stretch you out. You pull away from his lips, looking down at the thick veiny member about to wreck you.

Your eyes look into his, he pushes further as your let out a choked moan, your walls sucking him right in.

Ari leans his forehead against yours, knowing that he could come right now from just how tight you are, “Sugarplum… fuck. Pussy’s so greedy for me. Let me give her what she wants. Ready?”

You give a nod, “Please,” you say desperately, “Need all of you, Ari…”

He lays one more kiss to your lips, “I’ll do whatever you tell me to sugarplum,” he surges forward filling you to the brim. You gasp against his lips, feeling fuller than you’ve ever been.

You grasp onto his back as he pulls all the way out leaving the tip in before snapping his hips over and over. Ari lifts you up, dropping you up and down on his cock as you cream all over his length. The squelching of your pussy can be heard the more he drops you down filling you over and over again.

Ari sets you down pinning your legs back as he looks deep into your eyes and thrusts into your creamy center, pulling the most inhumane sounds out of you. He angles his hips just right, hitting that spongy spot over and over.

Spurt after spurt of juices land on his pistoning cock as the cabinet knocks against the wall with every stroke he gives you. Your walls flutter and pull him in as he hits your spot over and over again.

Ari curses under his breath, wrapping his hand around your neck and squeezing lightly, “You here with me sugarplum?” you nod, unable to speak because he making you feel just that good.

He drops his hand down, circling your clit with his fingers until the dam breaks again, flooding his cock with your juices as you scream his name out.

“Ari! Fuck!” you call out, gripping onto his biceps as his fingers don’t stop rubbing your sensitive bud. Another orgasm crashes into the first and you let out a silent scream as your begin to milk him of every drop he’ll give you.

“Baby… baby, fuck!” he groans out, filling you with thick ropes of cum as you suck him in not letting go until he’s done.

Ari pulls you to flush to him as he keeps filling you up, kissing and suckling on your lips. You take his face in your hands, whispering to him, “Give me everything, there you go,” he whimpers against your lips painting your walls with the last drop.

You two stay wrapped up in each other until your highs come down. Ari is the first to speak, “You okay sugarplum?” he asks checking your face.

You give him a smile that let’s him know you’re more than okay, “Fantastic,” you look up at him innocently, “Stay? Please?”

Ari lets out a soft chuckle, “You’re stuck with me sugarplum…”

[dc418writes]

🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:

Ari + pinned down + “Fuck, sweetheart, I love it when you whine so pretty for me.”

*incomprehensible screeching* ok ok calm down self no pressure 👀 lol but thank you Siri for this prompt! And all who read I hope you like what I came up with☺️!

Mine

✨Pairing✨: ex!Ari Levinsonxblack!reader

Summary🪄: As luck would have it, your ex is there to save you from a creep. Some coincidence right?

🚨: 18+ NO MINORS, soft/dark-dark elements, mention of sexual harassment, violence (man-man), unprotected adult happy funny times (please be safe everyone!), fingering, breeding kink, mention of alcohol, a couple bad language words

Your once pleasant buzz has since been replaced by a dull headache as you sit in the middle of your ex’s king sized bed. One of his shirts - smelling a mix of his cologne and detergent - covering your freshly washed body after the small bar brawl left the front of your top and skirt soaked with beer.

Every few minutes your mind wanders back to that moment where the “kind” and charming stranger showed his true colors. His touches becoming unwanted while trapping you against the bar and ignoring your protests. If it wasn’t for Ari, quickly yanking the hazel-eyed man away from you before his fist was soon meeting his cheek, you’re sure you’d be stuck somewhere and missing for God knows how long.

Maybe even worse.

A light knock on the door has a small smile curling on your lips seeing Ari in the doorway. His muscular body nearly taking up the entire space standing in his black sweats and some worn looking band tee.

“Hey, you feel alright?,” he asks and you nod. “Need anything?”

“No, just tired.”

“Get some rest. I’ll be out here if you need me.”

You didn’t want him out there though. In your current state - emotionally vulnerable and unable to get the events out of your mind - you wanted him next to you. To not be alone for tonight at least.

“C-Can you stay? Please?,” you call after him halting any further movement out of the doorway. With that tilted smile you still loved, he was soon removing his shirt and joining you under his sheets.

“Of course sweetheart.”

His thick arm wrapped around your middle with your back against his front, it was like old times how instantly safe and comfortable you felt. How you fit together so well, it was as if you’d never even broken up in the first place. And when his nose bumps behind your ear barely touching one of your special spots, that familiar flip returns to your stomach as well.

“Goodnight.”

“Night Ari,” you whisper, but you already know sleep is a far off concept from your highly active brain still focused on the bar. Trying to force you into reliving every detail as if helping you study for your own exam.

So many minutes pass of just feeling the air from Ari’s nostrils against your neck and hearing cars run by that you’ve accepted you probably won’t be sleeping tonight.

“That pretty head’s going a mile a minute again huh?,” he asks slightly startling you thinking he was asleep this whole time.

“You can tell?” He nods and you can feel the gentle scratching of his beard on your skin.

“Your pulse is a bit high; not to mention your body’s tense. Not as relaxed as I know you wanna be.”

He was always so intuitive with you. Knowing how you were feeling or if you were off without you having to even say a word. It was honestly scary sometimes how he was there with what you needed before it could cross your own mind.

“Why am I not surprised? Spot on as always,” you softly chuckle.

“Because I know you sweetheart,” he replies placing a chaste kiss to that sweet spot behind your ear. “Know all about this body. What goes on in your mind.”

His voice in your ear as his hand slowly drifts from under you and down your abdomen to the front of your thigh has you beginning to squirm. An ache quickly forming between your legs you want him to erase.

His fingertips trace a slow circle just centimeters from that junction as his lips create their own steady path down the column of your neck to your shoulder. It’s a tortuous buildup you wish he didn’t enjoy so much.

“Let’s get you to sleep, yea?”

“Please,” you shamefully beg anticipating his touch where you needed most.

And he doesn’t disappoint placing your leg over his so you were spread wide for him. His middle finger immediately dipping in your needy core and dragging just right you couldn’t stop the moan that tumbled from your lips.

“Still so tight after all this time. We can work around that though can’t we?”

By the time he was done - having readied you with two orgasms - you were already in a mindless haze only capable of babbling incoherent noises, “please”, and Ari’s name.

Exactly how he wanted you as he pushed your thighs up against your chest keeping them in place with his wide upper half while his hands pinned yours over your head. You were now completely at his use as he slowly began to push into you with a low groan and silent curses how you gripped him so tight.

“Ari please,” you whined. Head lulling to the side to lie on your arm. “Need you.”

“Fuck, sweetheart, I love when you whine so pretty for me,” he finishes with a gasp finally pushing to the hilt. For your sake, he tries to start slow, but the feel of you clinching around him and all the sweet noises you’re making, it doesn’t take long for that rhythm to quicken. The squeaking of the bed and the sound of skin slapping soon taking over your moans and panting.

“Mm don’t stop!”

He moans nipping at your bottom lip. “I’m the only one that can take care of you. Knows all your spots that make you dumb. Isn’t that right?”

Ari takes your whine as a yes, smirking as his mouth finds yours in a heated and numbing kiss.

“Because you’re mine sweetheart.” His pace quickens and you shriek as your release squirts to the sheets below. It only spurs him more moaning as he feels his own release approaching. “Always have been, shit, always will be.”

You want to whine and push him away with your new sensitivity and puffy folds that feel raw, but that blissed out cloud just keeps lifting you higher and higher that you don’t want to come down.

“And everyone’s gonna know it too seeing you with our little baby bump. Gonna be the best mama to our babies.” The thought of you carrying a mini version of the both of you pushes him over the edge moaning his release as you have one last one of your own feeling him fill you up with deep ruts wanting it to stick as deep as it could go.

Finally meeting that blissful high with you, a tired chuckle leaves his lips as he kisses all along your sweaty face. You’re pleasantly knocked out - mouth slightly parted - as he carefully lifts up so your legs can be stretched out again. Although soft, he doesn’t pull out; instead staying buried deep so none of him can escape.

Plus having you wrapped around him so snug, occasionally pulsing and clinching, it’s better than any blanket he could ever buy.

“Now, if only you weren’t so stubborn, I wouldn’t have had to go through all this,” he whispers before leaving one last peck on your temple.

HiredHelp: I said only one punch! (sent 12:29 am)

HiredHelp: That’s an extra 2K (sent 12:30 am)

HiredHelp: 5K in my account by tomorrow or we meet again very soon (sent 12:30 am)

So for those who’ve read my works over the years, this is definitely a bit of new territory for me (soft/dark-dark and smut) so hopefully it’s not cringe🫣. Thank you @stargazingfangirl18 for this prompt and for allowing me to play☺️! Also sorry if this is longer than a standard drabble lol

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Family Affair

Chapter 3

A/N: Reader is female. No physical descriptors used. Let me know if i fucked up and not do that. Chat me up i don't bite! Thank you

Summary: Harlan's money ruled the world of your husband and in-laws. When Harlan cuts his family off the rift between siblings grows larger and you are somehow caught in the middle.

Warning: Adult content only! 18+ only please. Dark! There is potentially triggering stories ahead. Slow Burn

Dark Ari x Reader, Dark Ransom x Reader (Pregnant reader)

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The paper gown crinkles beneath you as you shift, its sterile chill pressing into your skin. The fluorescent lights buzz softly overhead, casting a stark, clinical glow that makes every edge and shadow feel sharper, magnifying the emptiness of the room. You rest a hand on the edge of the paper sheet, fingers tracing its texture, trying to steady the nerves pooling in your stomach.

Ari had promised to be here. But here you are, and he isn’t. It’s like he’s still overseas. Nothing has changed.

The door clicks open, and you turn, feeling a flicker of hope before it dies. It’s not him.

Ransom steps in, filling the space with his usual careless confidence. He casts an idle glance over the instruments lined up on the tray, ignoring your look of shock and frustration.

“What are you doing here?” you murmur, your voice low, hoping the simple act of curling inward might shield you from him.

“Where's the doc?" he asks, voice dripping with boredom.

“He’s coming.” You sit up a little straighter. “I don’t know why you’re here, but you shouldn’t be. Just go,” you hiss.

“And leave my sweet sister-in-law all alone? Nah.” He smirks.

“Ari… he should be—”

Ransom scoffs and starts rummaging through the cabinets, noisily. “Don’t be stupid. You know as well as I do he’s not coming.” His voice is curt, and you feel your hope slipping. Deep down, you know he’s probably right. But part of you still wants to believe he’ll show up, even if you know the truth.

Your eyes start to sting, a familiar ache in your chest. You blink back the tears, turning away before they can fall.

"And how exactly are you getting home, hm?” He snorts. “I heard that piece-of-junk Civic of yours is broken down, so you must’ve taken the bus. There’s three inches of snow outside. That’s not happening.”

“I’ll call Linda.”

“So, not my brother then?” he quips, quick and cutting. “Guess he’s too busy to be here for his pregnant wife. Probably has his nose so far up the old man’s ass that you’re the last thing on his mind.”

He moves to another cabinet, rummaging around with a casual disregard. You try to ignore him, you still have a sliver of hope. Ari was probably running late,maybe due to the snow. You’d made this appointment especially for him to share in this moment.

A gentle knock breaks through, and you exhale. You press a hand to your stomach, as if to soothe both the tension and the tiny life inside you.

“Sorry I’m late; another appointment ran a little over,” Dr. Rogers says as he enters, clipboard in hand, his smile a welcome reprieve.

Ransom doesn’t miss a beat. “You always this late?” he mutters, shooting the doctor a sideways glance. But Dr. Rogers keeps his calm, focusing on you, his expression softening.

“My apologies,” Dr. Rogers says. “An emergency ran over.”

“Oh no, it’s okay,” you say quickly, trying to defuse the tension.

Dr. Rogers glances at Ransom, brow slightly raised. "I’d appreciate it if you didn’t disturb the equipment. Thank you," he says smoothly before turning back to you, his professional demeanor firmly intact.

“Nice to see you again,” he says to you warmly. “And may I ask who we have joining us today?”

“Her husband,” Ransom lies smoothly moving closer to your side.

You glare at him, holding back the urge to confront him right here. Why he’s doing this, you have no idea.

“Well, nice to finally meet you,” Dr. Rogers replies, a thin veneer of professionalism barely masking his judgment. “I’ve heard so much about you. Glad you could finally make time. She’s been quite brave without you.” He gives you a gentle smile. “I heard you were overseas for charity work?”

“Uh, yeah, I just think it’s important to make a difference in the world. I’ve done some volunteer work abroad… hands-on stuff, really rewarding,” Ransom says, voice oozing self-importance. You arch a brow at him. The only person he’s ever cared for is himself.

Dr. Rogers nods. “I hope she’s kept you up to date on her progress. Though I haven’t seen her in quite some time.” His comment is directed at you, and you bristle uncomfortably.

“Sorry… I’ve just been so busy with work.”

“It’s quite alright, as long as you make time now,” Dr. Rogers says. “Now, enough with the small talk. How about we get started?”

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The gel that hits your belly is colder than ice. You try not to squirm, but the added pressure from the ultrasound wand makes it hard to stay still.

Normally, you’d feel embarrassed by the stretch marks that decorate your belly, but that’s the last thing on your mind now. Your gaze is locked on the grainy image on the screen. The figure is hard to make out, but you’re sure it’s your baby. The sight makes your heart flutter, your breath hitch. Ransom leans in, watching closely. You wish it were Ari instead. But you push that thought aside; this moment is too precious. The tiny, pure creature growing inside you doesn’t need your negative feelings toward its father.

“Oh,” the doctor murmurs, pausing with the scanner. Your heart drops, and your mind races with bad thoughts.

“What? Is something wrong?” you ask, voice tight.

“Calm down, everything’s fine,” he assures you, though his tone doesn’t quite ease your worry. You search the monitor, trying to spot whatever he noticed.

“Your initial scan was so early that we didn’t catch it,” he explains. “But if you look here…”

He points at the screen, and Ransom leans in further. “This little one was hiding in the back.”

“Twins,” Ransom says, realization dawning before it fully sinks in for you. The word hits you, and you feel lightheaded. One baby was going to be a challenge—but now two.

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Getting into Ransom’s car feels like willingly stepping into a trap, the cramped interior of his Porsche a cruel reminder that this choice, though far from ideal, beats standing in the biting cold. But at least the creamy leather seats are soft, molding around you with a warmth that eases some of the strain, even as the seat-belt presses a bit too snugly against your belly, already stretched and sensitive.

As he slips into the driver’s seat, you can’t help but wonder why he’s even here. Maybe it has to do with Harlan and his money. You wouldn’t be surprised if the old man offered him a deal—to be nicer to the family in exchange for not being cut off. After all, Harlan’s money was the only reason your husband was back in the country so you wouldn’t be surprised.

Ransom starts the engine, the low hum of the Porsche vibrating beneath you. He glances over with that familiar smirk of his, the one that never quite reaches his eyes.

"Hungry?" he asks, his gaze flicking over your stomach with that casual, insipid interest. "Guessing that baby bump means you’re always hungry, huh?"

You press your lips together. Swallowing the bite of irritation that wants to rise. “Can you please just drop me home?”

"Don’t be a brat," he shoots back, his voice laced with mock sweetness. "You're eating for two… or three now, right?"

You can’t tell if he’s pretending to care or just seizing the chance to slip in as many fat jokes as possible.

“I have food at the house,” you mutter, turning away from him, eyes on the snow drifting outside, unable to block out his presence completely.

"Stop acting like you're so eager to go back to that shit hole." His voice like a quiet knife, cutting through whatever calm you manage to hold on to.

"Ari—"

He scoffs, cutting you off, his tone dripping with something you didn’t care to dissect. "You know as well as I do, you're the last thing on his mind."

You flinch. Pregnancy had a way of making you feel everything too sharply, and his words were no different. The vulnerability that had been building for months threatens to break free. You try to hold it back, but it wasn’t enough. A sniffle escapes. Then another.

“Oh, god.” His voice was low, almost gleeful. "You’re still in love with that asshole. Really?"

You don’t respond. Instead turning more toward the window, holding back another sniffle, hiding your puffy eyes from his judgmental eyes.

You hear him sigh as the Porsche surges forward, the engine purring in protest. Outside, the world blurs into white, snow piling on the road slick with ice. Ransom cuts through it all like he doesn’t have a care in the world. And knowing him, he probably doesn’t.

"Can you slow down, please?" you ask, your voice brittle in the tense silence.

He ignores you. The landscape streaks past, your heart pounding faster with every lurch of the car. Every bump feels like it might send you airborne, your fingers digging into the cold leather as you brace yourself.

“Come on," Ransom says finally, the words almost a sneer. “We need to celebrate the twins. I know this nice little Italian spot downtown. Fettuccine to die for.”

“Ransom!” you squeal, panic bubbling up as the Porsche swerves dangerously. He cut off an eighteen-wheeler, and the truck’s horn bellows through the air like a warning.

He glances over, but there was no trace of concern in his face, just a little amusement. “Now you know better than to call me that.”

The speed and the chaos makes your chest tighten. You stare at him, wide-eyed, unable to speak through the lump in your throat.

“Come on," Ransom presses, ignoring the mounting fear. "What are you in the mood for? Huh?"

“I’m fine. Just… please, just take me home," you whisper, trying to control the sob that was threatening to escape.

“Don’t be stupid,” he spits. You scream his name, and his only response was to rattle off more options.

“There's this great little Greek place on Oak.”

“Rans—” You cut yourself off, choking back a sob. "Hughe! Please!”

“Fine. Takeout it is.”

Ransom jerks the car off the highway without warning, red lights zooming closer in a blur. The screech of the tires sends your heart up into your throat. But as he slows, your stomach sinks. The torment isn’t over.

[adoreyouusugar]

This heavily reminds me of that one shot where Ari x Wife reader are in their honeymoon on a private beach in front of their house and they’re just like rolling around in the sand before getting in the pool

[spookiekewchie]

On The Way...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Ari Levinson x black!reader, Ransom Drysdale x black!reader

Summary: When Ransom acts up it's on Ari to come through and help you take your mind off it.

Word Count: 7.6k+ (don't judge me)

Warnings: general language warning, suggestive language, cheating (reader and Ransom cheat on each other), drinking, unprotected sex, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, hair pulling, choking, daddy kink (just the name used), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, crying, cuckolding, creampie, cum eating, Ransom being an idiot, idiot ex girlfriends, mentions of jealousy, petnames (ari calls reader Tink as a nickname. for clarification it's more to do with the fact that he's bigger than her stature wise and can easily overpower her. the nickname does not imply petiteness in this instance.)

A/N:  All mistakes are mine so pardon any errors or typos I'm sure I missed a few. The divider is by @firefly-graphics.

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. If you like it don't forget to reblog and share with others who might enjoy it as well.

You look at video playing on your phone, watching it for what seems like the tenth time in less than a minute. It ends and then you go back to watch it again, brows drawn together in angry confusion and hurt.

Tonight was supposed to be the night you and Ransom spent the evening in. It was all planned, he’d convinced you to cancel plans so he could have you all to himself. It was his fucking plan, order take out, curl up on the couch and watch movies before the two of your ultimately got distracted with each other. You even have the expensive bottle of wine he’d gotten you chilling in the refrigerator. All that and then an hour before he’s supposed to be at your place he’s calling and telling you that something came up with his family and he won’t be able to make it. You were disappointed but you weren’t the type to try and make a man choose between you and his family like that.

Only problem is that Ransom isn’t with his family, and you know he isn’t because the Insta story that you keep replaying shows him clearly in the club partying with his boys before some tramp straddles his lap and starts making out with him. You can even hear his friend cheering him on as the girl starts grinding (off beat you note) against him to the music. Ransom tries to hide his face from the camera when he realizes it’s on him, but even without the brief glimpse of him at the beginning of it you know it’s him. He’s wearing the fucking sweater that you gifted him on his birthday, and honestly who else do you and this particular friend of his know in common that’s going to wear a damn sweater in the club.

It gets worse though, because the girl in his lap trying to suck his face off isn’t just some random. It’s his fucking ex, and the one you can’t stand the most because she’s never respected your relationship with Ransom. You have half a mind to text Ransom and let him know exactly what you think of him right then and there, but instead you just save the video to your phone because you’ve got plans to shove the damn thing down Ransom’s throat the next time you see him.

Angrily you stomp to the kitchen, wrenching the door to the fridge open and pulling out that overpriced bottle of wine so you can get it open and pour yourself a glass. You need something to take the edge off, because if you don’t calm down you’re liable to pop up on Ransom and beat him and that bitch up. You’re better than that, so you drink instead and by the time you’re two and half glasses in you’ve had the bright idea to just get even.

Scrolling through your contacts brings up a list of options. There’s one name at the start that you linger over, but the last you checked he was out of town so you scroll right past it and to the next. Bucky? Nah he’s probably overseas again with his buddy Steve. A shame because you wouldn’t mind letting them double team you right about now. Carter? Hell no, he reminds you too much of Ransom. Colin? Maybe, he’s always been cool with no strings attached. But would he be down for a revenge fuck? You aren’t sure so you keep it pushing. You don’t even pause on Dayton’s name, you really don’t have the patience to listen to him talk about his car all night. There’s Frank, toxic ass Frank but he always brings the best weed when he rolls through. You don’t want to deal with him trying to pretend that he’s going to change for you though. You scroll past his contact. You’re considering Johnny when your phone rings, and the name that flashes across your screen has you pressing your thighs together.

“Hello?” You say into the phone after answering.

“Hey, Tink. You busy tonight?” You smirk at the nickname. Tink, short for Tinkerbell, and exclusively used by Ari who likes to remind you how he’s so much bigger than you. You roll your eyes, no one told him to walk around being a thick ass beefcake of a man, but you aren’t going to complain about that. Especially right now when the one man you really wanted to hit up is on your line like destiny herself is trying to make up for Ransom’s idiocy.

“No, why?” You question, taking a sip from your glass as you wait for his reply.

“I just landed, I was hoping I could see you. It’s been a while.”

“Yeah, come through. It’ll be good to catch up, I’ve missed you.” You tell him, and you swear you can hear him smirking on the other end of the phone.

“See you in an hour.” He says, and the two of you hang up.

The moment you hang up the phone you can’t resist letting out a laugh. You deserve this win, and it’s too perfect that Ari is the one that hit you up at such an opportune moment. The two of you have been friends for a while, and Ransom has never liked the man. You’ve never fucked, the timing’s always been off. Either he was out of town for work, or you were dating someone, or he was dating someone. The tension has always been there though, and Ransom isn’t wrong in his belief that Ari has just been waiting for his moment to make a move. Now the stars are aligning and Ransom’s own actions are what’s going to make the one thing he’s always worried about when it comes to Ari happen.

It’s more like an hour and half, and you getting through another glass and a half, before he arrives, but when he does you aren’t even upset about it. You stride to the door, clad in a crop top and a pair of shorts that show just enough cheek. Yeah you might have changed out of the oversized sweater and yoga pants you’d been wearing when you thought it was Ransom that was going to be coming over. And you know it doesn’t matter to Ari what you’re wearing, but it’s clear he appreciates the look. It’s already got his dick stirring and he quickly adjusts himself when you turn around to lead him inside. He watches your ass when you turn and walk ahead of him, teeth sinking into his bottom lip when he catches sight of your ass damn near hanging out of those tiny little shorts you’re wearing. “So where’s the pretty boy?” He questions, reminding himself that as far as he knows you aren’t single and he needs to keep himself in check.

You just shrug at the question, dropping down onto the sofa and scooping up your glass of wine to take a long sip. “With his dusty ass ex.” You answer simply, and Ari moves to sit a little closer next to you on the sofa than he needs too.

“What?” He asks, and you just grab your phone and show him the video. You watch his expression, the way his jaw sets and the muscle there tics. He’s not pleased to see someone embarrassing you like that. And because you just need to remind yourself why you’re about to give Ari the night of his life you watch the video again. Ari remembers all the times he wished you’d look at him the way that you looked at Ransom. Now he finds out the rich prick is out here trying to play you for a fool? Ari isn’t about to let this opportunity pass him up. “He’s an idiot.” He says simply, plucking the phone out of your hands and setting it on the coffee table. “And you don’t need to watch that more than I know you already have.” He tells you, leveling a knowing look at you when you scoff in faux disbelief that he knows you that well.

“How would you know?” You challenge, but it’s playful and you know Ari can read you like a book. It’s there in the glint of his blue eyes, he’s already figured out that you didn’t just invite him over to hang out. He watches you go to lift the wine glass to your lips again, and he pulls it away from your hand and drinks its contents himself before setting the empty glass down next to your phone.

“Tink, I know plenty about you. And right now what you need isn’t to watch that video, or the wine.” He moves to squat in front of you, sighing with a smirk on his plush lips. Two strong, calloused hands grip you by the thighs gently. His warmth seeps into your bare skin, and you suck in a breath when you feel his thumbs brushing little circles against your smooth skin. You can feel yourself clenching around nothing, and the flutter of anticipation that settles in your stomach nearly has you squirming.

“Oh yeah? Then what is it that I need?” Your voice is a little thicker with desire than you anticipate, and with the buzz of the alcohol in your veins you don’t care to try and play coy or shy right now. Right now you want this big fine man to spread you open and treat you so good that you damn near see God herself. You want to forget your own name, much less Ransom’s, and if the rumors you’ve heard about Ari are true then you know he’s just the man to do it.

As if he’s reading your mind he eases your thighs apart, and his grip tightens when he pulls you to the edge of the sofa. He settles on his knees, and takes in the way your breathing has picked up with the quick move he’s just made. “You need a distraction and some payback.” He answers simply, fingers crawling up to the waistband of your shorts. “Why else would you answer the door with this juicy ass hanging out your shorts and nothing underneath?” You suck in a breath, you didn’t think he’d clock you so soon, clearly that’s something that Ari finds amusing because he grins like the cat that caught the canary and chuckles at you. “What you thought I wouldn’t notice? Thought you knew me better than that, Tink.” He playfully chides you, and you just scrunch your nose up at him and do a poor job at hiding your smirk.

He gives you a chance to say no, and when you don’t he curls his fingers into the waistband of your little pair of shorts and tugs them down your legs. You’re already wet, folds glistening with your slick and the hungry way that Ari eyes your sex has you feeling like your warm all over. Your gazes are locked as he runs a hand up your calf slowly, he licks his lips, leaning in to press a kiss to the inside of your knee. The anticipation has your breath deepening, and your fingers curling against the edge of the sofa cushions. His beard scrapes softly against the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh as his lips trail higher, and he gets closer to where you need him most. The whimper that slips past your lips is involuntary when you feel his warm breath fanning over your hot sex, and you swear your clit throbs at the prospect of having his mouth on you.

“C’mon Ari, don’t make me beg.” You breathe, bottom lip catching between your teeth as you watch him. Ari chuckles, smirking up at you as he nips at your inner thigh.

“You’re lucky I’m feeling nice tonight.” He tells you, and before you can say something smart back the man is leaning in and hooking your legs over his broad shoulders. He doesn’t waste time, diving in and dragging a long slow stripe through your folds. He groans at your taste, tongue dragging against you for more. Your hand goes to his hair, carding through the dark locks and tangling your fingers in the lush locks.

You feel his big hands sliding up your sides, moving under your crop top to your breasts. You arch into his touch, keening when you feel his thumbs brushing over the hardened peaks. Ari pinches them between the pads of his thumbs and forefingers, tweaking them until you’re crying out and pulling on his hair. He growls against you, pressing forward until he’s pushing his tongue into you. “Fuck…” You swear his tongue is magic when it starts to press into you, and on instinct your legs twitch like they might close around his head. Ari is quick to keep them spread, groaning in satisfaction as the taste of you overwhelms him.

He lets himself get lost in the moment, the wet sounds of his tongue and the way he slurps up everything you give him echoing in your ears as he laps at you, and fucks his tongue as deeply as he can inside you. You can’t help but grind yourself against his face, the feeling on his nose bumping against your clit sending pleasure shooting through you. You aren’t even sure if he’s able to breathe with how he’s got his face buried between your thighs. The concern is brief before you remember that he’s a grown man, and if he chooses to suffocate in the pussy that it’s not your responsibility to stop him.

So you lay back and let his mouth do the work. Moaning, and grinding yourself against his face until he finally uses his strength to pin your hips back down. His tongue drags up to your clit, and your hips wiggle in his hold as you huff in frustration at how easily he can overpower you. You love it though, you always have and now that’s finally using that strength against you it has you dripping even more for him. You curse when you feel sucking on your clit, and when you feel two thick digits pushing into you. He curls them, searching out that sweet spot and focusing on it once he’s found it.

“Don’t stop...shit, don’t fucking stop…” You beg, clenching around his fingers each time you feel them pumping in and out of you. He’s got you so close to release that all it’ll take just a little more to push you over the edge. You give his hair another hard tug, back arching as you let out a needy whine.

“You gonna cum for me?” He teases, lips brushing over your clit as he speaks. Your eyes screw shut and nod when he flicks his tongue against the throbbing bud. You’re so close, you can feel the pressure building to a boiling point until the slightest nibble on your sensitive bud has you crying out. You’ve been so wound up since you watched that video of Ransom in the club that your climax hits you like a wave, washing away all that tension and leaving nothing but blissful pleasure in its wake. Ari grins against you, greedily lapping up your release like a starved man. When his tongue brushes over your clit again you press a hand against his forehead, trying to push him away only to have him pinch your hip while his other hand continues to slide his thick fingers in and out of you.

“F-fuck, Ari!” You whine out, eyes flying open to look down at him. There’s mischief lighting up his blue eyes, and before you can even think of telling him to give you a moment he’s sucking on your clit again and pumping his fingers faster. Your head hits the back of the sofa with a quiet thump, the sudden feeling of that overwhelming pressure building again. “Damn it, your mouth is too fucking good.” You groan, the heel of your foot digging into his back. You don’t try to fight the pleasure you’re feeling, letting Ari’s mouth and fingers coax you into another orgasm that sends electric pleasure shooting up your spine and has your toes curling. “Wait, wait. Ari, wait.” You pant, urging him up from between your legs. He let’s you, smirking and beard glistening with your juices. You bring him up to your lips, kissing him and moaning at the taste of yourself on his mouth. “I wanna feel you, please Ari. I need it.”

He presses his hips against you and you can feel the hard bulge that’s straining against the front of his jeans. It pushes against your thigh, and you clench around the fingers still inside you. His digits slowly drag back and forth, still stroking that sweet spot as he swallows your moans. God, he just wants to sink into you and feel how tight you squeeze around his cock but he also wants to take his time. “You sure? This pussy’s so tight I’m not sure she’ll be able to take me.” His confidence has you fluttering around his fingers, and moaning into his open mouth. You can feel that he’s big, and you grin against his lips.

“I’m so fucking sure, now stop fucking teasing me and split this pussy open.”

Ari nearly loses what little control he’s still holding onto when you say that. Patience is wearing thin, and when he pulls his fingers out of you, you think that maybe he’s going to fuck you right there on the sofa. Instead he hauls you into his arms and stands to his feet to carry you towards the bedroom. Your body is still humming with pleasure and alcohol as he moves the two of you through your place. Your lips find his neck, kissing and nipping at it with a low hum.

He walks a bit faster, needing to get you into bed so he can get out of his clothes quick because the way his cock is fighting against his jeans is almost painful now. “You’re such a goddamn tease.” He huffs, finally dropping you on the bed. Then he’s quick to start stripping out of his clothes.

You bite your lip, watching in breathless anticipation for Ari to finally show you what he’s working with. He pushes down his jeans, and then his underwear and finally you see what the hype is all about. Might need to start calling this man Captain Hook, you think to yourself as you eyes his cock bobbing heavily between his hips, crawling your way to the end of the bed. The moment he’s in reach you raise up on your knees, one hand pulling him into a kiss and the other wrapping around his thick length. He groans against your mouth, his big hands caging your hips and gripping you tight.

Pulling back you give Ari a wicked smirk, leaning back in to leave a slow trail of kisses down this neck and to his chest. He hisses and bucks into your hand when he feels your teeth biting into the muscle of his chest, he sighs a second later when your tongue soothes over the indented ring that your bite has left. God, you hope it bruises. Something about the thought of Ari wearing your marks makes you feral and you trail your lips lower before leaving another against his stomach.

Ari curses under his breath, watching you with a lust blown gaze as your mouth lands against the vein that runs down the front of his hip. You’re dangerously close to where he wants to feel your mouth. You grin up at him licking your lips before you leave another little love bite against his hip. Ari curses again, head thrown back before he lets out a little growl and glares down at you halfheartedly. You know what he wants, and you stroke your hand along his length before settling comfortably on your stomach. It puts you at the perfect height to have his dick right in your face and you take advantage of that fact. Tongue out you lick a slow stripe along the underside, swirling it over the swollen angry tip and catching the salty beads of precum that leak from it. Ari shudders, and you put him out of his misery when you wrap your lips around him and give him a few shallow sucks before pulling back so you can spit on his cock and use your hand to glide it over his length.

“Tink, you’re being a fuckin’ tease.” He growls between clenched teeth, and you just playfully wink at him before taking him into your mouth with a moan. You can feel the tension ease off of him as it’s replaced with pleasure, and like a gentleman Ari gather’s your curls up into one of his large hands so that they don’t impede your good work. He gives you shallow thrusts, letting your mouth take more and more of him until he’s nudging the back of your throat and threatening to trigger your gag reflex on his thick cock.

You don’t even care if he does, the wine has you feeling too good and you can’t stop yourself from bobbing your head back and forth along his dick. You’re too greedy to just stop there, so you push yourself past that reflex and that fat cock push into your throat as you gag around it. Ari’s grip on your hair gets tighter, and before he even knows what he’s doing he’s using the hold he has on your curls to guide you along. The sounds coming from him are like music to his ears, and you’re dripping. Just aching to feel his dick splitting you open around it. You get lost in your thoughts, a hand slipping under you to play between your legs while you suck on his cock. It’s sloppy, the loud shameless sounds of your slurping and choking on him fill the room. He knows he needs to pull you off of him and soon, because as good as your throat feels around him he doesn’t want to cum there. Ari wants every drop of his spend spilling out of your pussy, and only after he’s thoroughly beat it up. He owes you for all the times you’ve teased him, and all the times he’s had to be the bigger man and back off. There’s lost time to make up for and right now you’re being a cockhungry little demon and coming really close to fucking up his plans.

Reluctantly he pulls you off of his cock, shaking his head at you with a huffed curse on his lip as he moves to the side of the bed and gives your ass a hard slap. You jump with a moan and a laugh, stripping off your shirt to bare yourself completely to Ari. “Ouch! That hurt.” You tell him with a grin, drawing your knees up slightly under you so that you can give your ass a slow sway through the air. “Do it again, daddy.” You tease, and Ari’s cock damn near jumps when he hears you call him that. He gives your ass another slap before pushing you onto your back and moving himself between your thighs with surprisingly agile movements.

You can feel him pressing against you, his length trapped between your bodies making you give a needy whine. “Call me that again.” He demands, and the grin you give him is nothing short of cheeky.

“Make me.”

You should be worried by the look that Ari gives you when those two words leave your lips, but the buzz from the wine has you feeling too bold to care. Ari just smirks, lifting up just enough that he can grip his thick cock and line himself up with your sopping core. You feel him pressing at your entrance, and then with a sharp thrust he’s inside you and your vision whites out for a second. Ari lets out a hiss of pleasure but you can’t hear it with the way that the blood is rushing in your ears. The stretch is more than you anticipated, and while Ransom’s cock isn’t anything to laugh at, Ari’s got him beat when it comes to girth. The sting of it has your toes curling, and for a second you forget how to breathe until the sound of Ari’s voice finally breaks through and you hear him talking you through the simple act of inhaling and exhaling.

“That’s it, Tink. Breathe, I’m not even half way in yet, c’mon beautiful. In and out, that’s it...good girl.” He eases back slowly, making you suck in a breath at the drag of his cock against your walls. He’s so big, and you already feel so full and yet he’s saying that’s not even half of him? The question is answered when he snaps his hips forward and you feel what he means. There’s no keeping your moans quiet, head thrown back against the bed as your body squeezes tight around him and your nails rake down his back. “I know, I know it’s a lot.” He sounds so cocky and condescending as he says it, and that faux empathy just goes straight to your pussy and has you fluttering around him. “But you’re gonna take this dick.” He growls against your ear, finding his rhythm and that’s the moment that the fractured thought enters your mind that maybe teasing Ari wasn’t the smartest idea.

You’re caged under him, his thrusts keeping you filled and crying out for him as you grip against his muscled arms. Your nails leave angry, red, half moons pressed into his flesh, the bite of pain doesn’t deter him one bit and just adds fuel to the fire that you’ve lit. “God damnit, Tink. This pussy was made for me. She’s so fuckin’ tight around my cock…” He groans, one hand gripping your thigh hard enough to bruise and the other curling around your throat.

Your eyes fly open, Ransom’s never put his hand around your throat, and you’ve never thought to ask him to. Ari’s not even squeezing but you still clench so hard around him that his hips have to still for a second. He swears you’re going to be the death of him if you keep doing that, but that doesn’t stop him from adding just enough pressure on your throat to make you moan. “Fuck...harder...please” You beg, words broken up by moans as you try to speak. Ari, bites down on his bottom lip, fingers twitching around your throat while he continues to pump into you with steady thrusts hit all the right spots.

The pressure is maddening, and you know he’s got you shooting towards the edge of release again, and you’re chasing that high desperately. “Please, what?” He grunts, his next thrust coming harder and chasing the air from your lungs. “You know what I wanna hear.”

You don’t even have to think about it, the words leaving your lips faster than your mind can really process. “Please daddy…” You whine, knees digging into his sides as he changes the angle of his hips and starts to hit that sweet spot. His fingers tighten around your throat, and the thin wail of pleasure that’s coming from you goes choked and ruined. A good thing too, because you don’t need nosy neighbors calling the cops and having them trying to break down your door while Ari’s beating down your walls.

“Fuuuuuuck...cum for me, Tink. Make a mess on this dick.” He says, shuddering as pleasure shoots up his spine. Ari can feel his control waning as he holds off his own release, but he refuses to cum before you. Never mind the fact that’s already made you cum more than once already with his mouth and fingers. He needs you to cum again, and you do with a silent scream as your body tenses when you finally feel your climax take hold. It lights up every nerve in your body, and all you feel is blinding pleasure that quickly turns overwhelming as Ari’s thrusts start to sink into your harder as he chases his own high.

It only takes him a handful of thrusts before he’s burying himself inside you, the feeling of his spend flooding you making you shudder in pleasure. You lay there, basking in it as you lick your dry lips. Ari’s weight on top of you keeps you present in the moment, and you wonder what he’s up to when he doesn’t immediately pull out. As far as revenge fucks go, you’re happy, but if you know Ari you know he isn’t going to just up and leave after a quick fuck. “I hope you don’t think we’re done, Tink.” He tells you, confirming your suspicions before you feel him slowly moving his hips back and forth. Fuck. You think, realizing in an instant what he’s doing, the cheeky bastard is working himself again and your body is more than happy to help him. Your walls are still fluttering from your orgasm and it just serves to get him hard again faster. “Been waiting too long to fuck you to call it after just one round.”

You bite your lip, fighting the urge to let something smart pass them. You’ve done enough of that for one night, and you’re pretty sure your legs are already wobbly. “Ari, come on. You don’t have anything to prove.” You try, biting back a moan as he continues to move and his cock continues to harden inside you. He just nods along with what you’re saying, but that damn smirk is still firmly on his face. You open your mouth to say something else, but he silences you with a kiss as he presses you into the mattress under his weight until you're groaning and completely forgetting about whatever it is you were saying.

“Roll over.” He says simply once he pulls away, his cock sliding out of you, hard again and covered in a mixture of your releases. You just shake your head with a sly grin, rolling over to your front, a gasp rushes out of you when you feel his calloused hands yanking your hips into the air as he props you up on your knees. You think it’s impossible for him to turn you on any more than he already has, only for him to prove you wrong with such a simple action. He’s not even inside you yet but Ari has you gripping the covers in tights fists as you wait in anticipation for him to push that fat cock back into you. You want him to so badly, and you’re so caught up in the moment that you don’t even hear the sound of your front door opening. It’s no one but Ransom, he’s the only one with a key and if you could see him you’d know that he was looking around suspiciously after seeing Ari’s car in the driveway.

He has no idea where the two of you are until he hears you crying out from the bedroom. Ransom’s blood runs cold at the sound, and he rushes back towards your bedroom and doesn’t hesitate to nearly take the door off the hinges.

Ari looks up, and doesn’t even lose his stroke as he just grins at Ransom. “Hey pretty boy, you mind going to get us some water?” He asks, and Ransom is so stuck for a moment that he halfway turns to do just that before his mind catches up to what his eyes are seeing.

“What the fuck!” He’s livid, turning red in the face as he stands there watching Ari absolutely dig you out from the back. You look so absolutely fucked out that he’s torn between just letting it happen and trying to wrestle you away from the burly man.

“How’s your ex, Ran?” You question, managing to get the words out before Ari’s sinking so deep into you that you swear you can feel him in your stomach.

Ransom nearly deflates instantly. Part of him wants to be angry, but that question from you lets him know that he’s been caught in his lie and doing something she shouldn’t have been. He says nothing, glaring at Ari instead like he’s debating taking his chances in trying to fight the man. He knows better, but the temptation is still there, especially when he hears you begging for more.

“Right there, daddy. Fuuuck you’re so deep, don’t stop. Please don’t stop…” You shouldn’t sound so good to him right now, but you do and it’s having an unfortunate effect. His dick is a traitor he decides, feeling it starting to stir as the lewd scene plays out in front of him.

Ransom’s about to say something, but you manage to push your upper half up onto your elbows so you can look directly at him. “Did you fuck her?” You force the question out through clenched teeth, and Ransom knows better than to lie to you. It’s clear you already know the answer, or at the very least you’ve jumped to the correct conclusion. He did fuck his ex, but only after drinking a little too much and letting his friends hype him up. It hadn’t even been a satisfying fuck, and he hadn’t been able to finish, his dick going soft the second his ex’s obnoxious moans started giving him a headache.

She wasn’t you, she couldn’t even suck his dick the way you did. Complaining too much about how it hurt her throat if he tried to push into it. He’s fucked up and he knows it, especially when he knows how much you hate her. This is his karma he thinks, watching you and Ari go at it while he has no ground to stand on because he knows you wouldn’t be doing this if he had just came over like he promised and hadn’t let his boys talk him into skipping time with you to check out some new club. Ransom nods, answering your question silently and you want so badly to curse him out but you can’t even form words right now because Ari’s got you cumming again and you’re gushing for him.

Ransom just grinds out a curse between his teeth, and balls his fist up. Ari sees this, and cracks his neck before giving Ransom a look that’s just daring him to try it. “You cheated first, you can either leave and pout about what you’ve done.” Ari hits you with a particularly deep stroke that has you trying to pull your hips away from him. “Or you can sit there and watch me fuck her stupid, maybe if you’re good you can clean up after me.”

“Fuck.” You and Ransom say in unison, neither of you expecting that from Ari and you don’t know what comes over you but you can feel your cunt pulsing around Ari’s cock at the thought of it. Ransom knows he should absolutely hate the way that Ari’s speaking to him, but it strikes a chord in him that he didn’t know was there and before he can say ‘eat shit’ he realizes that he’s actually considering taking that punishment for his misbehavior.

“What’s it gonna be, Ran? Your stale pussy ex, or watching Ari ruin this tight pussy?”

Ransom backs away from the two of you, and you think he might leave but instead he drops into the armchair by the door. There’s no way he can go back to his ex, and he doesn’t want to break up with you. If this is his penance then he’ll pay it, even if the sound of your ass clapping against Ari’s hips will haunt his dreams for a while. What’s worse is that all this has him straining against his expensive trousers.

The moment his ass hits the chair, Ari’s reaching forward and grabbing you by the back of the neck to pin you down as he rails into you from behind. You thought he was too much before, but now it’s like there’s something feral about him and you’re trying to pull off of his cock just for a moment so you can try and get your bearings. Ari’s free hand gives your ass a thunderous slap, making you cry out and claw at the covers. “Now where do you think you’re goin’, Tink? Keep that ass right there, don’t you even think about runnin’ from this dick.” He tells you, and the sound of anguished pleasure that drags out of you has Ransom discreetly trying to reach for his zipper. He’s still pent up from not being able to bring himself to cum earlier, too caught up in you to find an old flame satisfying enough to get himself off.

You’re too far gone to notice, but Ari does and he cuts a hard look at Ransom who stills as if he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t. Fuck. Why is he letting another man control him this damn much? He’s got no fucking clue but it’s clear that Ari’s got full control of the room. “Don’t even think about it, ya little prick. Think you had enough fun tonight and at her expense no less.” Ari’s words cut through him, and Ransom angrily sets his jaw and clenches his hands into fists on the arms of the chair. He doesn’t like agreeing with Ari, and there’s a part of him that wants to do it anyways but then he remembers that this is all his doing. His consequences for his actions, and he wishes that there wasn’t a part of him that enjoyed it.

“Ari, daddy, please. I can’t...fuck I can’t again…” Your whining has Ransom inhaling sharply, his gaze on you as your body jolts from every harsh thrust from Ari. He can hear how close you are to cumming again, and he knows you’re going to soak the sheets again. He bites back a few choice words, angry at himself because he knows how good you feel wrapped around his dick when he’s taking you apart and turning you into a babbling mess. The fact that it’s an experience that he now has to share with Ari makes him feel a whole host of conflicting emotions. The tears that are starting to escape you are no help either, and it’s just another thing that works against him.

Ari grins down at you, tossing his hair back out of his face as he chuckles. “I can feel you squeezin’ the life outta my dick." He tells you, the hand gripping your hip sliding around to settle between your legs. “You can give me another one, go on. Show pretty boy over there how much you love cryin’ and squirtin’ on this fat cock.” He tells you as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix with each thrust, his fingers begin strumming against your clit and you crash over the edge with a broken cry and a gush of your juices soaking your thighs and the sheets under you. Ransom nearly chokes on his tongue, the nickname from Ari, the sight of you cumming so hard that you’ve ruined the sheets, it’s all too much and it’s almost painful how hard he is right now. He thumps his head against the back of the armchair a couple of times, trying to drown out the sounds coming from you and Ari but it’s no use. Everything about this is overwhelming his senses. The smell of sex is heavy in the air that he can practically taste it and it has his mouth watering, he can hear the wet squelch that comes with every thrust of Ari’s cock into your dripping cunt, the sound of both of your pleasure echo too loudly in his ears, the sight of it is all he can focus on torn between watching how your face twists up in pleasure or the ripple of your ass each time Ari’s hips smacks into the back of your thighs. Even the bulge of the other man’s muscles has him on edge, and Ransom hates that he doesn’t hate it.

You let out a sob of pleasure, body trembling when you feel Ari’s fingers still working your clit while he fucks you until there’s not a thought in your head, and words are nothing more than babbling nonsense. He makes you cum again, another gush of your juices and you can’t even bring yourself to give more than the thin cry that manages to claw its way out of you. Ari let’s your body milk him for his spend, making sure he spills it nice and deep inside you. The feeling is almost soothing, and you mewl softly at the feeling. Ari gives you a moment, let’s you come down just a little before he’s slowly withdrawing and moving your pliant body until you’re sitting at the edge of the bed between his legs. He holds your thighs apart, and you know that Ransom can see how swollen and fucked out you look, but you hardly care as Ari’s spend starts to drip out of you. “What do you think, Tink? Was he good enough to at least get a taste before you send him back home?” You nod dumbly, at Ari’s question. Mind too frazzled to really think. “Well come on, pretty boy. Clean her up and then you can get out.”

Ransom can hardly move, his cock harder than it’s been in a long time and there’s a worry that just the rubbing of the fabric over his length will be enough to have him ruining a perfectly good pair of pants. It’s a fleeting worry, especially when faced with your spread open pussy and the expectation that he’s to get on his knees and lap up another man’s cum from you. He wants to say no, he wants to get up and storm out and say that he’s suffered enough...but he can’t. A bigger and stronger part of him wants to bury his face in your cunt and devour you, he doesn’t even care that he’ll have to eat Ari’s cum to do that. That part of him has him on his knees between your thighs, lapping and slurping at your used cunt. The combined tastes of you and Ari does something to him, and it makes him damn near ravenous. He wants to pull you closer, but something in the back of his mind says that Ari will probably not allow him to touch you more than he already is. Ransom can’t pin down why he cares or why he’s even doing this, but he takes solace in knowing that it’s him that’s making you moan and writhe now.

His tongue pushes into you, chasing more of the mess that Ari’s left behind and you jolt. A hand flying down to tangle in his perfectly styled hair, he doesn’t complain when you mess it up and pull at it. He just wants to make you feel good, wants to make you cum at least once before he leaves you and has to wonder if this will fix things or if you’ll call him up in the morning to tell him the two of you are done. He doesn’t want to think about that though, and he focuses on eating you out, and cleaning you up. He’s so focused that he doesn’t register the second, much larger hand pressing against the back of his head until he hears a rumbling “That’s it, get in there pretty boy.” From Ari. To Ransom’s surprise he doesn’t recoil away from the man’s touch, but he just tells himself that Ari isn’t what’s important. You are, and he knows that he has you close as his tongue buries itself inside your fluttering sex and his nose grinds against your swollen clit.

“Fuck, I know you’re tired but you got one more in you.” Ari whispers against the shell of your ear, and you want to tell you don’t but you can feel how close you are. “Come on, flood his face. Send him home covered in you so he doesn’t forget how badly he fucked up.” Ari’s words are the catalyst to the powder keg that Ransom’s mouth has set, and you’re trembling when you cum for the last time that night. Juices flooding his mouth as you soak him and your legs struggle in Ari’s strong grip. Ransom swallows you down before he pulls away from your cunt with his mouth dripping your essence. You lie still against Ari’s chest, your breathing coming in shallow pants as you try to settle yourself down.

Ransom looks like he wants to say something, but he just shakes his head and stands to his feet before he turns on his heel and rushes out of the room and towards the front door. There’s a lot he needs to grapple with and more that he’s confused about. You on the other hand are simply tired, in need of a bath, and a fresh set of sheets on your bed. All things things that Ari sees to happily, taking care of what you need before he finally settles you back in the bed. He’s prepared to leave as well, thinking you might want your space, but you surprise him when you mumble for him to stay the night in the bed with you.

It’s just another thing he’s all too happy to do for you.

[cevansbrat0007]

I saw this and thought of Ari and his Bird right away 😂 Now how would he react? 😌

Dinner is Served...

Summary: You surprise Ari with his favorite meal: You.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Implied Smut, An Appearance from Bucky Barnes, Ari Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, Brief Discussions of Body Image, High Heels, Naked Fun in the Kitchen, Manhandling, Clothed Male Nude Female (CMNF), Pussy Eating, Very Mild Chase Kink, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: I think someone actually asked me this a while ago. Maybe. I vaguely remember my answer. However, instead of rehashing that, this is how I think that would go - with a twist! Part of my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

“I sent you the files this morning, Buck.” Ari winces as he shoulders his way into your house from the garage. “It’s not my fault you don’t know how to open ‘em.”

“Just resend them in a different format.” His friend and business partner responds, sounding frustrated. 

“Why don’t you just give-in and ask Pixie to help you already?”

“Because she’s been giving me the silent treatment since Tuesday. Why would I want to risk breaking the streak?” 

Rolling his eyes, he drops his bag by the door – only to be surprised when he spots a pair of your panties laying innocently on the floor. Upon closer inspection, he realizes that it’s actually one of his favorites. It was part of a set he’d bought you just last month. 

“What’d you do, Barnes?”

“Uh…” A heavy sigh can be heard coming from the other side of the phone. “I accidentally broke her fancy little coffee maker.”

“Wow.” He responds, disapproval evident in his tone.  

“Hey! I just said it was an accident. She said she had a bad night and so I tried to make her one of those latte…macchiato…things she likes. And then I broke it.”   

“Make it right, Buck.” After toeing off his boots Ari begins making his way towards the kitchen, following the sound of music in the air. He frowns when he spies your blouse in the middle of the hallway. Closely followed by a pair of black leggings. 

“How?” God, his buddy could be so goddamned obtuse sometimes.

“Fucking apologize. And then buy her another one – a better one.” 

“Ugh!” The former soldier whines. “I wouldn’t even know where to start looking for a replacement. How about I–?”

Wait. WAIT. Was that your bra? Just what the fuck was up with this strange trail of clothes?

“Buck, you’re a grown man. And google is your friend.” Ari snaps as he picks up your fallen undergarment, his confusion growing with each passing second. “Restore peace to the land before that woman feels compelled to drop a nuke.” With that he ends the call, now ready to solve whatever mystery he’s just stumbled upon. 

But what it’s he sees when he rounds the corner that has him stopping dead in his tracks.

“Well, shit.” His mouth goes dry as he watches your hips sway to the music pumping out of the speaker. 

A low whistle of appreciation has you glancing over your shoulder. 

If you were being honest, you’d known he was home the moment you’d heard your garage door open. Which was also why your bathrobe was now hastily balled up in your pantry. 

“Welcome home!” You chirp, not missing the way your man’s eyes darken as they drink you in. “Did you have a good day?”

“What’s all this?” Ari’s already deep voice dips an octave as he holds up your previously abandoned bra, dangling it from his finger. But you know he’s not mad. This question is coming from a man who clearly likes what he sees.

Which just so happens to be you. Happily cooking in your kitchen. Wearing nothing but a little makeup and a pair of red heels. Oh, and oven mitts. Can’t forget those.

You’d come across this scenario while aimlessly scrolling on Instagram. And since you were growing more comfortable with the body you saw in the mirror these days, you figured that it might be worth trying your luck. If only to see your man’s reaction.

“Oops!” You gasp, trying your best to look apologetic. “I just haven’t had a chance to clean up yet. I’m sorry.”

“Baby…” Ari drags a stunned hand over his jaw. “That’s not even – ah fuck. Cleanin’ up is the absolute last thing on my mind right now.” Dropping the undergarment on a nearby table, he begins making his way to you – only to come up short once again when he catches sight of your heels. 

“What? I’m just tryin’ to break ‘em in. That’s all.”

“Fuck meee.” He groans under his breath, his eyes going wide at the sight of your latest surprise. 

“Hold that thought, sugar.” With a wink, you turn back towards the stove before bending over to retrieve tonight’s dessert from the oven. You’re forced to bite the inside of your cheek when you hear your bounty hunter’s sudden intake of breath at the sight of your bare ass. 

“There we go.” You hum, playfully fanning yourself with a checkered mitt. “Hope you like homemade cinnamon rolls with whipped cream cheese frosting." Tendrils of feminine pride unfurls in your belly when you notice Ari’s impressive hard-on tenting his jeans. "They’re the perfect after-dinner treat.”

“That’s–I’m not…” He cuts himself off, surprising you both with his inability to speak. “We–that ain’t the kinda treat I’m hungry for, little Bird.”

“Hm.” You nod as you stretch your arms above your head. Giving into temptation, you rise up on your toes before giving a little shimmy, calling attention to your breasts. “No problem. What’s the point of talkin’ about dessert when we haven’t even discussed the main course?”

“Huh?” Ari clears his throat, his rapt gaze now focused on your pouting nipples. 

“Tonight we’re having roasted potatoes –” 

“I don’t give a good-damn about no roasted potatoes, woman!” The bounty hunter rumbles, cutting you off before you can finish telling him your menu. “You don’t need to cook nothin’ else. I already know what I’m hungry for.” He takes a decisive step in your direction. “It’s just a matter of where I’m eatin’.”

“But you don’t even know what we’re havin’ yet!” Comes your incredulous laugh as you bat away his eager hands. 

“This right here.” He growls, broadly gesturing at your naked body. “All of this. That’s what I want.” Without warning, he grabs the edge of his t-shirt with both hands before yanking it over his head, revealing his muscled chest. “I'm fuckin' starvin'.”

“But I’m not on the menu!” You shriek, throwing a dish towel at him the next time he gets too close. The next thing you know, this man is now chasing you around your own kitchen, his long legs quickly eating up the space between you. 

Fuck it was hard to run in heels! 

“Now I don’t mind where I dine, darlin’.” Your man purrs, his already sexy voice pitched to arouse. “We can take it to the bedroom. The living room…”

“Beast!” You burst into a fit of giggles as you attempt to fend him off with the help of a chair. “Need I remind you that we are in the kitchen?”

Now that makes him pause. But only for a second. 

“It ain’t the first time I’ve had you in here.” The chair you’ve been holding is gently ripped from your grasp. “Pretty sure I’ve devoured that pussy in every room of this house.” You watch in defeat as he sends your last little bit of protection skidding across the floor. “Did you forget how wet you got the last time I splayed you out on this-here table? Because I haven’t.”

One rough, slightly calloused hand grips the back of your neck – drawing you closer. 

“Remember how I made you hold yourself open for me?” His lips ghost over yours – the sharp nip of his teeth causing your heart to beat erratically in your chest. “Remember the way your thighs shook every time you gushed around me?” He moans softly, the erotic sound going straight to your dripping cunt. 

“I–If you don’t want the potatoes, we’re also having…um…” You can’t help but whimper when he abandons your throat in favor of grabbing a hearty handful of your ass. “Herb roasted chicken…”

“I get so hard whenever I think about the way you drenched my fuckin’ beard, baby.” Ari gives you a playful squeeze before lifting you by your hips and depositing you on the table as if you weigh nothing. “My good girl always makes such a mess for me. Don’t you?” 

“Could I perhaps interest you in some honey glazed carrots?” However, your weak attempt at redirection is completely ignored.

A heady thrum of excitement courses through you when you feel your back connect with the cool, wooden surface. And then Ari’s hands come to rest on your knees, gently prying them apart, baring your most intimate flesh. 

“Look at you.” He rasps, tenderly stroking your slick folds. “Fuckin’ soaked already. And here we are just gettin’ started.” He parts you with thick fingers before leaning down to press a kiss to your puffy clit, making your hips buck. 

“Yeah,” he continues. “This is the only honey I give a fuck about tonight.” Gripping your ankle, he drapes your leg over one broad shoulder, opening you up to him even more. And then he reaches for the remote to your speaker, turning up the volume of the music that had since become little better than background noise. 

“Don’t want any interruptions while I enjoy my meal. Especially since you spent so much time preparin’ it.” Ari drags your body towards the edge of the table before taking a seat in a chair and placing a napkin across his lap. “And don’t worry about me needing any silverware, sweet Bird…” He murmurs as his mouth descends upon your vulnerable, quivering pussy.

“I don't mind gettin' my hands dirty.”

END

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