Annika (she/her) // early 20s // Germany // 18+ blog, minors go away // asks are always open // requests are currently open // writer // former @sunflower-writings
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Series Summary: Newly dumped and freshly fucked by a handsome stranger you met at a bar, you start your final year at college in high spirits. Only to realize that your new teacher in your Diplomatic Negotiations class, is none other than the guy you had an amazing one night stand with.
Chapter Warnings: Angst, yelling, fluff. Ari being a sweet softie. Reader being insecure. Kissing. Encounter with an ex. Ari being an asshole (again). SMUT - oral (m receiving), praise, dirty talk, daddy kink, sub/dom themes, innocence kink.
Word Count: 7300
The beautiful divider is by @firefly-graphics
"Your what?" Ari mutters just as Frank walks the rest of the distance, a toothy grin on his face.
"Hey, suffer-buddy. Fancy seeing you here."
You want to roll your eyes at the nickname, a remnant of your past together. When you first met Frank, he was handsome and mysterious, and said you were the most beautiful gloomy picture he'd ever seen. He caught you right after you'd failed an exam, and you'd just about cried your eyes out on the small bench right on the edge of campus.
It was a whirlwind after that; he was your first time, and you'd spend days in bed, talking or having sex. You got all caught up in him; his deep blue eyes, soft fluffy locks, and the sex was overwhelming.
Well, at least you thought it was, at the time. You know better by now.
You thought you were together, considered him your boyfriend. You spent the summer hanging out, he even took you to parties with his friends, unable to keep his hands off you. It wasn't until you showed up at his place unannounced that you realized you weren't the only girl he was playing pretend with.
"Hey Frank," you mumble, your form tensing a little at his close proximity, "Nice to see you."
"I've missed you, plum," he smirks, taking a drag from his cigarette, "How've you been?"
It's not until then that Frank glances to the man standing next to you, "Who's this?"
The mentioning of Ari brings you out of your day dream, the memories with Frank dissipating from your mind instantly. You glance over at Ari, eyes immediately taking in his tense jaw and furrowed brows.
"Uh, this is-"
"Mr. Levinson," Ari interrupts, narrow eyes staring down Frank, "I teach Diplomatic Negotiations."
Frank hums, taking in Ari just as Ari is taking in him. Frank is tall but Ari is taller, and you don't miss how he straightens his back a little at the realization.
It makes you want to chuckle but you refrain, the tense look on Ari's face bringing an odd comfort in this awkward situation.
"Right," Frank says, his eyes moving back to you, "I remember you telling me about taking that class this semester."
"Mhm," you nod, your fingers gripping onto your backpack strap, "And we're actually late for class, I just had to ask Mr. Levinson a question about todays lecture beforehand. But we should get going."
"Right," Frank replies, his brows furrowing for a moment before he tosses his cigarette on the ground and steps on it, "Sure. Well, I'll see you around, plum."
"See you Frank," you mumble as you and Ari start walking in the direction of the auditorium again.
After a few steps, Frank yells out, "Text me, okay? I miss you."
You scoff quietly, a frown on your face as you keep your gaze locked on your feet while they move across campus.
"I don't like him," Ari mumbles, making you glance up at him.
"I don't either," you reply quietly just as you reach the entrance to the building.
"Mr. Levinson!" Someone calls out from a little away, making Ari's head turn. You manage to whisper out, "I'm gonna head inside," before you dart up the steps and into the building, faintly catching a student walking up to Ari when the door closes behind you.
You hurry into the auditorium and down the rows until you find a spot next to Hayden.
"Hey," You mumble as you sit down in your seat, bending to bring your laptop and book out of your backpack.
"Hey," Hayden replies cheerfully, making you let out a chuckle once you're finally organized and looking at him.
"I take it you got your studying done?" You smile, watching how his entire face is pulled into a grin.
"Yep!" Hayden beams, showing you his notebook, "I'm prepared for anything Mr. Levinson throws at us today. Just wait and see."
"I believe you," you chuckle, fingers reaching for your phone when it buzzes on your desk.
You glance up to the front of the auditorium when you notice who's texting you, your eyes immediately meeting a pair of familiar cerulean ones. Ari looks at you with one brow raised expectantly, making you look back down at your phone to read his text.
Ari: Come by my office after class, we should discuss a few things
You: Oh? What things?
Ari: That Frank guy, for one
You glance up at Ari, noticing his tense features as he keeps his eyes on his phone.
You: I'm supposed to go to the library with my study group after class. Is it okay if I come by after?
Ari: No, I have a better idea
Your brows raise in surprise when he sends you an address.
Ari: Come to my place tonight when you're done studying
His text sets off a flurry of nervous butterflies in your stomach, your lips raising into a wide smile.
You: Okay, I'll be there
When your eyes lift from your phone, they catch Ari's again, and you can sense him chuckling at your happy expression. He shakes his head in amusement for a moment before clapping his hands together, "Alright everyone, settle down. Today's subject.."
"Mr. Levinson is so handsome, I can't believe he's not married."
You look up from your textbook at Sheila's words, eyes immediately locking on her slightly flushed cheeks and goofy smile when she says, "He's so dreamy."
"I know," Sarah chimes in, "I've booked office hours with him every Tuesday and Thursday just because it means I get to stare at him while he talks, last time I had to make up a reason to be there."
Your brows furrow at Sarah's words, an uneasy pit forming in your stomach that you can't quite describe.
You're sitting in one of the group rooms at the library with your study group, which consists of Sarah, Sheila, Jack and Hayden. You've worked with Sarah and Sheila before, in some of your other classes, but you're not super close with them, but you were more than delighted when you realized you and Hayden had been put in the same group.
"He can be a jerk, though," Hayden comments, eyes locked on his laptop screen, "He tore into me the other day, it was horrible."
"Yeah, it's not fun when he's not in a good mood," Jack follows up, "He seems to always be nice to the girls, though. Wonder why."
You frown but remain silent, your eyes dropping back to your textbook. That's not true, but you'd understand why Jack might feel that way, he's always had a sense of entitlement to him, always thought he was great at everything, even though you know first-hand he isn't. He's often behind on his reading, and you've heard about him not handing in assignments on time.
"Not true," Sheila chirps in response, her next words directed at you, "He gave you a hard time a few classes back, right? Because you didn't know the answer?"
You look up again, the small frown still planted on your face as you mumble, "I knew the answer, just not by heart. He got annoyed because I had to check my notes."
"Yeah, see?" Sheila says, turning to Jack, "She's a girl and he was hard on her, too. So it's not about gender or anything sexist like that, it's just, if you come prepared, he's nice."
Hayden scoffs, "I always come prepared, he still tore into me."
"You didn't know the answer, though," Sheila muses, quirking a brow, "He got annoyed because you couldn't answer his question correctly. He's told us several times not to waste his time, I think that's fair."
Hayden rolls his eyes, and so does Jack before he counters, "Or maybe his expectations are just too high."
"I've never had an issue," Sheila responds smugly, "But maybe he just likes me. I've noticed that he always looks at me."
You glance over at her, an annoyance building inside you at the look on her face.
"That's gross," Jack replies, scrunching his face up in response, "He's like, twice your age. And isn't it also, like, illegal?"
"Not illegal," Sheila replies in annoyance, "Just frowned upon. But he told me once that he's just a guest lecturer, he's not permanently employed by the school."
"So?" Jack asks, "What's that got to do with anything?"
"That means that I can ask him out once this semester is over," Sheila snickers, "Which I intend to do."
"Great, another girl with daddy issues," Jack mumbles, turning his attention back to his textbook, "Like there aren't enough of those."
Sheila scoffs before Sarah asks her, "Are you serious? You're going to ask him out?"
"Of course!" She quips, smiling widely, "He's always flirting with me, it's so obvious he likes me back. I'm going to shoot my shot, and it'll pay off, just you wait."
You tense up in your seat, a distaste filling your mouth before you mutter, "Can we just get back to work, please? It's super weird to be talking about a teacher like this, and I've got shit to do later. I don't have all day."
"Agreed," Hayden says with a nod, "Please save the gross talk for after we've finished our group assignment. I don't feel like spending all day here."
You offer Hayden a small smile before he starts reading aloud the assignment topic, the five of you getting back to work. But the pit in your stomach remains the entire time, and so does the distaste in your mouth.
Once you finished your group work, the uncomfortable feeling from earlier still hadn't dissipated.
Sheila's words kept ringing in your ears, like an intrusive alarm first thing in the morning. It was loud, and obnoxious, and no matter how much you tried to tune it out, you couldn't avoid it.
And despite the amazing start of the day - aside from running into Frank - it now suddenly made you doubt everything. Again.
Ari hadn't given you any reason to doubt him, except maybe for how hot and cold he had a tendency to act, but how he'd behaved this morning and even yesterday made you think that perhaps he did care about you beyond just the physical.
But then you heard Sheila talking about how he keeps looking at her and that he definitely likes her back, and all that rational thinking flew out the window.
And with all your rational thinking suddenly long gone, you did something irrational. Instead of talking to him about it, like an adult, you did the childish thing.
Walked home when you were done at the library, instead of going to his place like you'd promised.
About an hour passed after you got home before he texted you.
Ari: If I'd known that assignment would take this long to finish, I would have given you a free pass
And then, instead of replying, you decided to just... Stare at his text.
Just looking at your phone, not picking it up from where it's lying on the couch next to you.
Half an hour later, another text pops in.
Ari: Do you guys have a no-phone rule while studying, or something?
Another twenty minutes, and you could feel the guilt multiplying by the second inside you.
Ari: Okay, now I'm getting worried. It's 6pm. Are you okay? Did something happen?
And that's the exact moment Andrea and Jessica walk through the front door. Both of them frown when they notice your wide eyes and your teeth chewing on your bottom lip nervously as you're sitting on the couch in the living room.
Andrea walks over to sit next to you on the couch, dropping her bag on the floor as she sighs, "What's going on?"
"I can't do it," you blurt out, while Jessica takes a seat in the chair next to you.
"You can't do, what?" Andrea asks, eyeing your panicked expression, "What happened?"
"Ari asked me to come to his apartment after I finished studying today," you quickly reply, looking down when your phone buzzes again on the couch, "But I can't do it."
"Why not?" Jessica asks, positively dumbfounded, "Didn't you go to see him this morning? You seemed excited before you left. Did it not go well?"
"Yes!" You exclaim in exasperation, "It did, it went so well! He told me so much about himself, and-and he kissed me, and it was really great! But then we ran into Frank, and then Sheila was saying all these things at study group, and I just-"
"Wait a second, you guys ran into Frank?" Andrea asks, "Where?"
"On campus," you reply, turning to look at her, "When we were walking back from the coffee shop."
"What did he want?" Jessica interjects, making you look between the two of them.
Your face falls a little as you slump into the couch, mumbling, "He told me that he missed me.."
"Oh god," Andrea groans, "And now you're having second thoughts about Ari? Babe, Frank is no good, we've told you-"
"No," you shake your head, interrupting her, "No, it's not that. It's just.. It's all of it, okay? Like, he's my fucking teacher, and he's almost forty, and did you know he was married before? He was. And he's traveled all over, and done so many things, and then at study group Sheila kept talking about how handsome he was and how she was definitely going to ask him out once this semester was done, and how she just knew he liked her back because he keeps looking at her, and-"
"Woah, woah, calm down, take a breath, okay?" Jessica says, putting her hand on your arm, "Just take a deep breath, you're all over the place right now."
You do as instructed, but your wide eyes are still bouncing between the two of them when you whisper, "I got scared.."
"That's okay," Andrea says softly, smiling warmly, "It's okay to get scared."
"Yeah, that's normal," Jessica follows up, "But, tell us what scared you, okay hon? What's going through your mind?"
You sigh deeply, looking down at your hands as you fiddle with your thumbs, "I just, I don't know. He's really great, but he's also.. Scary. He's a grown up, you know? And he's just.. Really fucking amazing. Basically I'm aware that he could get any woman he wants, especially when it comes to the others in my class, and-"
You hesitate, your brows pulling into a frown when your phone buzzes again.
"You're wondering why he would want you, and not them?" Jessica asks gently, tilting her head at you.
Your eyes dart up to look at her, a meek nod of your head, "Yeah, kinda."
"Well," Andrea says, taking your hand to stop your nervous fiddling, "Maybe it's because you're funny, and beautiful, and intelligent. And perhaps it's because he feels a connection with you. You ever thought of that?"
You let out a small scoff, shrugging your shoulders, "Yeah, but I'm also just so scared to get hurt.."
"Because of Frank," Jessica states, to which you nod.
"Frank is an asshole," Andrea says earnestly, "Not all guys will be assholes."
"No, but Ari was kind of acting like one for a hot minute," you counter, your teeth pulling at your bottom lip, "What if he's just being nice right now to get what he wants? I don't know if I can trust him."
Your phone buzzes on the couch again, making Jessica and Andrea both exchange a look, before the latter asks, "Who's texting you so much?"
You look at her in almost shame, quietly mumbling, "Probably Ari.. I haven't replied all day, and I told him earlier I would come see him.."
In a matter of seconds, Jessica's got your phone snatched from the couch, her brows raising in surprise when she reads through your texts.
"What's he saying?" Andrea asks, making you practically cringe at the thought.
He's probably pissed..
"See for yourself," Jessica replies, handing the phone to Andrea whose brows raise in equal surprise. That makes you more curious, your own brows raising when Andrea angles the phone toward you, showing you the texts.
Ari: Are you not coming?
Ari: Where are you? Even if you've changed your mind, please just let me know that you're okay so I don't have to worry.
Ari: Come on, talk to me sweetheart.
Ari: If I don't hear from you in the next five minutes I am finding your place and showing up there, you can't leave me hanging like this. I'm starting to worry something happened to you.
Ari: That's it. See you in a few minutes, I'm going to yours to check on you
"I think he definitely cares," Jessica muses at your shocked expression, "And I also think you should take that threat seriously, he doesn't seem like the type of guy who would joke around like that."
You scramble to grab your phone, fingers furiously typing out a response.
You: I'm sorry, I got caught up. No need to show up here though, I'm fine!
Within less than 30 seconds, your phone is ringing.
"Shit!" You exclaim in panic, "It's him!"
"Well, then answer it, dummy," Andrea chuckles. You turn to her with wide eyes, about to tell her that no you will most definitely not be answering it, but then she swipes your phone from your hand and answers the phone before handing it back to you.
"Hello?"
You hear his voice over the speaker, making you lift the phone to your ear.
"Uh, hi.."
"You're okay?" Ari asks, worry evident in his voice, "Are you sure?"
"Uh, yeah, uhm-" You hesitate, looking between your two roommates, "Yeah, I'm okay."
"What happened?"
Oh god. How do you explain being a little chicken shit and letting your destructive thoughts get the better of you?
"Oh, uh, well.."
You trail off, your heart sinking when you hear an audible sigh on the other end of the line.
"You changed your mind," Ari states quietly, before he follows it up with, "That's alright, nothing to worry about. I'm just glad you're okay. I should go-"
"No!" You immediately exclaim, making Ari pause on the other end, "No, no wait. I just.. I just panicked for a second.."
"Okay..." Ari replies, dragging out the word, "What does that mean?"
"I got.. Nervous.."
There's a moments pause before Ari lets out a small chuckle, "What do you mean you got nervous, sweetheart? Nervous about seeing me?"
Your eyes dart to Andrea before you murmur, "Yeah, kinda.."
Another warm chuckle from Ari's end, and you can hear the smile in his voice when he says, "That's okay. Perhaps I got too eager. Should I give you more time in advance, before I plan another date, hm? Is that it?"
A smile breaks out on your face, your eyes dropping to your lap, "Yeah, maybe.."
"Okay," he replies calmly, "Then how about this weekend? That gives you a few days. Would that work?"
"Yeah, uh, that works.. Yeah.."
"Alright, I can do that," Ari replies, his deep voice calming you down from your panicked state, "But if you freak out again, let me know, will you? I was starting to get really worried over here."
"Okay," you nod, although you realize he can't see you, "I promise.. I will communicate, next time."
Ari chuckles again, "That's right, communicate. That makes things easier."
You glance at Jessica and Andrea for a second before averting you eyes, quietly whispering, "Are you mad at me?"
"No, of course I'm not mad at you. Why would I be mad?"
"Because I practically ghosted you," you reply quietly, "It was childish.."
"Well, then I guess we've both acted childish at one point. Isn't that right?"
You let out a small chuckle, and Jessica and Andrea take that as a cue to leave. They quietly get up and walk into the kitchen, leaving you alone in the living room.
You pull your feet up onto the couch, clutching the phone in your hand to your ear as you smile, "Yeah, that's right."
"Nothing wrong with getting a little scared once in a while," Ari replies warmly, "Just as long as it doesn't make you stay away."
"It won't," you respond with a soft smile on your face, your fingers fiddling with your shirt, "I wanted to see you, I just.."
You trail off, a moments pause before Ari asks, "You just, what?"
"It doesn't matter," you mumble, your brows furrowing when Sheila's voice rings in your ears again, "It's stupid."
"Come on now," Ari urges gently, "Tell me. It's not stupid, just tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours."
God damn him.
You tug a little on your shirt as you quickly reply, "Sheila said some things and it freaked me out a little bit.."
"Sheila?" Ari asks, confusion evident in his voice, "Who's Sheila?"
"From class?" You reply, "She's in my study group.."
"There's a Sheila in class?"
Ari's question makes you snort audibly, a small giggle escaping, "Yes, Ari, there's a Sheila in class."
"Oh, well, there are so many people in that class. Hard to keep track."
You let out another giggle, shaking your head in amusement, "I'm surprised you don't even know who she is."
"Why's that?" Ari muses, "What did this Sheila say?"
You quirk a brow, "Well, she told me that you were handsome. And that you'd definitely been looking at her, so that was proof you felt the same about her."
Ari lets out a scoff, making you giggle again, before he replies, "She didn't say that."
"She did!" You chuckle, a wide smile on your face, "I swear."
You can hear the honesty in his voice when he replies, "I don't even know who she is, so that might just be her own imagination."
"Yeah, maybe," you murmur in response, the wide smile still planted on your face.
"Is that what bothered you?" Ari then asks, your heart racing nervously when he follows it up with, "You got jealous again?"
"Ari," you whine quietly, making him chuckle, "That's not fair."
"Isn't it?" He teases, "I think it's adorable."
You huff quietly, but the smile stays on your face the entire time.
"Well, tomorrow you can go tell that Sheila that I don't even know who she is. And the only one I'm looking at in class, on purpose, is you."
You laugh, "I can't tell her that! You know that!"
Ari matches your laugh, and you can practically see that gorgeous smile of his when he says, "I know, I know. But hey, I made you laugh, didn't I? I like that laugh. It's pretty."
You can feel your cheeks heating up at his words, "Thank you. I like yours too."
"Thank you sweetheart."
You glance at the doorway when you notice Andrea popping her head in to check on you, making your heated cheeks even warmer when you say, "Okay, I should go, Ari. But I'll see you tomorrow, right?"
"That you will," Ari replies warmly, "I'll see you tomorrow, sweetheart. Make sure you eat, okay?"
"Promise," you chuckle.
"Good. See you tomorrow."
And when you hang up, the wide grin on your face feels permanently planted there.
"Okay, so we're finishing up on the first part of negotiations which is preparation. Preparation is one of the most important parts of a negotiation, and why is that?"
Ari is standing at the front of the large auditorium when he asks the question, directing it at the class. It's been two days since your little nervous freakout, and he's been surprisingly sweet about it ever since.
He didn't push you to see him yesterday, he didn't even bring it up. He just sent you a few texts throughout the day, one early in the morning that just said breakfast with nothing else accompanying it, reminding you to eat it - which to your own surprise, you actually did.
And then a few more as the day passed, mainly containing messages of how he hopes your day is going well, and a goodnight text as you went to bed.
It's Thursday, you have another day before you're going to see him, and you're determined to do so this time. He texted after your phone call and asked whether Friday worked and it did - it's not like you'd have anything more important than going to see him, anyway.
So he's been keeping civil, giving you space while still reminding you that he's around and thinking about you. And it's actually making you more needy for him, part of you had hoped he would stop you in the hallway yesterday and tugged you into his office.
But he didn't. He remained respectful. Which made you want to reward him a little.
You glance around the classroom when no one answers his, very easy, question, and he lets out a sigh, "Come on guys, you know this."
You raise your hand, a smile immediately spreading on his face when his eyes finds you. He gestures to you, "Yes?"
"It's important because preparation is where you outline your goals with the negotiations. If you don't know why you're doing it, what you're trying to accomplish with it, you won't be able to achieve it."
"Exactly," Ari nods at your answer, his smile even wider now, "That's exactly right. Well done."
You feel your cheeks heating as you smile shyly, your eyes dropping to your laptop screen when he continues on directing his words to the rest of the class, "Anyone who doesn't know this at this point should seriously considering re-reading the materials. If you're not comfortable with this first part, it's going to be a lot harder the further we go if you don't understand the basics."
He turns to the whiteboard, your eyes fanning over his broad back and his muscular arm when he writes something on it, but then your attention is pulled away when Hayden whispers besides you, "Wow, can't believe he actually knows how to be nice."
You snort quietly, glancing at him, "Maybe he's having a good day."
"Guess so," Hayden responds, "Or maybe he just finally realized how smart you are."
You roll your eyes, your shoulder nudging his as you whisper, "Like you're one to talk."
When your eyes move back to the front of class, you immediately notice how Ari is watching you, although his attention is quickly pulled away when someone else raises their hand with a question.
You watch him for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly, and it makes you stifle a giggle. So jealous.
You pull up your email on your laptop, immediately typing out a message while Ari replies to the student at the front of the class.
From: You
Hi Mr. Levinson,
I know it's last minute, but I was wondering if you have any space left in your office hours today? I would love to show you something I've been working on. Your feedback would be much appreciated.
Once class finishes up, you're packing up your things when you get a notification on your phone alerting you to an email. You open it up immediately, quirking a brow at what it says.
From: Mr. Ari Levinson
I'm pretty booked today but I think I'll be able to squeeze you in. I'm very pleased at your enthusiasm, I would love to give you feedback. I can't wait to see what you've been working on. How about 3.30?
You let out a quiet giggle before you type out your reply.
From: You
Yeah, that works.
Thank you so much, Mr. Levinson!
From: Mr Ari Levinson
My pleasure.
Yes, it will be.
You went to the library after class and had a study session with Hayden. He's good at staying focused, and he barely talks, which is a welcome change from the other people in your class.
He really wants to do well, and he takes it seriously just like you do. You're a good match as study buddies, you even exchange notes as you work.
When 3pm rolls around, you start gathering up your things.
"Done for the day?" Hayden asks as he looks at you.
You smile, "Yeah, I'm going to Mr. Levinson's office hours just to make sure I'm on track with everything I missed when I was sick. I want to make sure I'm not behind or misunderstood anything before we move onto the next subject."
"Smart," Hayden nods, a wide smile on his face when you finish packing up your stuff, "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yep," you grin, waving at him as you walk off, "See you tomorrow."
You trudge across campus with your backpack slung over one shoulder, a nervous energy bubbling up inside when you pull open the door.
You still have some time before you have to meet with him, making you go to the bathroom to look yourself over and freshen up if necessary. You fix your hair and check your make-up, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves when you finish.
You make your way down the hall in the direction of his office, checking your phone for the time. There's still a few minutes until half past, so you lean against the wall by his office door, you teeth pulling nervously on your bottom lip.
A few minutes later, you hear voices getting closer before the door is pulled open. Your ears perk up when you hear the sound of Ari's voice, but you remain leaning on the wall next to the door as he opens it.
"Alright, let me know if you have any more questions."
"Thank you so much, Mr. Levinson! I always appreciate your help!"
You almost snort when you recognize Sarah's voice, her excited eyes meeting yours when she walks out into the hall and spots you.
"Oh! Hi! Sorry if we're late, I had a lot of questions."
"Mhm, I'm sure," you hum, chuckling when you notice her cheeks heating up, "It's all good, my time wasn't about to start until now, anyway."
Ari comes into view, a small smile pulling at his lips when his eyes land on you.
Sarah looks over at him again, chirping out, "See you tomorrow!" before she walks in the direction of the exit.
Once she's out of earshot, Ari raises a brow, "Hey there. Ready to get some feedback?"
You nod, pushing off the wall to follow him into his office, "Absolutely. It's all I've thought about all day."
Ari chuckles as he steps inside and walks towards his desk, your fingers gripping the handle on the door to close it behind the two of you.
"Is that so? And what is it exactly you've been working on?"
Your eyes find his when he leans on his desk, his arms bulging out from how they're crossed over his chest.
You hold his gaze, a small smirk on your lips that makes him cock a brow.
"I just had something I wanted to run by you," you respond, walking closer to him as you drop your bag on the floor next to his desk, "If you don't mind."
"Not at all," Ari muses, watching as you step closer until you're standing right in front of him, "That's what I'm here for."
Your eyes trail over his face for a moment, taking in those beautiful blue eyes, his thick beard and chestnut shoulder length hair, before you close the distance, your fingers immediately tangling in his locks when you plant your lips on his.
He hums into the kiss, strong arms instantly wrapping around you, your chest pressing into his.
He kisses you intensely, his beard tickling your skin, his intoxicating scent overwhelming you as your lips move over his.
"Missed you," he murmurs into the kiss, pulling you even closer, "Wanted to give you space."
"I don't need space," you breathe out against his lips, tilting your head back to look up at him, "I need to be closer."
"Yeah?" He husks out, one hand sliding down to grip your hip firmly, "How close?"
You quirk a brow before you whisper, "Why don't you have a seat and I'll show you?"
Ari's brows raise in curiosity, his hands rubbing up and down your back as he hums, "Hmm, I could do that. Where would you like me to sit?"
He leans in again, his lips moving over yours slowly, making you whisper into the kiss, "How about behind the desk?"
Ari's lips still on yours before he leans back with a small chuckle, "You want me to sit in my desk chair?"
You nod, taking a step back while your hand find his, tugging him with you as you circle around the desk.
"What are you up to?" He asks in amusement, a grin breaking out on his face when you direct him to take a seat in his chair. He looks up at you expectantly, smiling widely as he cocks a brow, "Now what?"
You tut while your hands grip the arms on the chair to push him back a little, "So impatient. You don't like not being in control, do you?"
"No," he replies immediately, watching you with careful eyes until they darken when he sees you kneeling on the floor. Your palms land on his thighs, pushing them apart, and Ari breathes out, "But I can make an exception.."
"Good," you quip, smirking up at him while your fingers reach for his button and zipper, "Otherwise it would ruin my plan."
Ari watches with hooded eyes as you open his slacks, your fingers immediately dipping inside to palm his hardening length through his boxers.
He curses under his breath as he leans back in the seat, thighs spreading even wider when you take out his cock, growing harder when your fingers wrap around his shaft.
Your eyes dart to his thick cock, a bit in wonder but also surprise. You knew he was big, but you didn't get a proper look at him last time, you only felt it. He's thick, the swollen mushroom head of his cock red and angry, veins bulging out the harder he grows.
You look up at him bashfully, your voice low, "I don't have a ton of experience with this, so if there's something you don't like, just stop me. Okay?"
Ari nods in understanding, his features softening at your innocent doe eyes looking up at him. It makes him even harder at the sight of your shy demeanor sitting on your knees between his spread thighs, about to suck his cock.
One large hand cups your cheek, his thumb stroking your bottom lip, "Anything you do will be amazing, sweetheart. How many times have you done this before?"
Your fingers press experimentally on his cock in your hand, feeling how hard and heavy he is, making him stifle a groan. Your eyes hold his as you whisper, "Not a lot.."
Somehow that makes him even harder. He suppresses the urge to bend you over his desk right now at you admission, instead choosing to murmur, "I'll talk you through it, okay? No need to worry."
You smile gratefully, your eyes returning to his now throbbing cock, seemingly even bigger than before, even though you're not sure how that's even possible.
You lean in slowly, sticking your tongue out before it gently brushes over the head of his cock, making Ari hitch his breath.
"That's good," he hums, his hand traveling up to your hair, "Very good. The key is to get me wet, okay baby? Wet and warm, just like that sweet little pussy of yours."
You let out a small whimper at his words, leaning closer to allow you to run your tongue down to the base of his cock and up again. You kitten lick the tip, before swirling your tongue around the head, repeating the action when Ari lets out a low growl at the motion.
"That's it," he moans breathily, "Just like that, keep going."
His words spur you on, feeling bolder as you let your tongue trail the veins on his cock. You move it over his thick girth as much as you can, doing your best to get him wet just like he told you to.
"Good, very good," he breathes, the fingers in your hair slowly tangling in it, "Now try and wrap your lips around me, can you do that honey?"
You nod, leaning up until your lips wrap around his fat tip, your tongue toying with the slit you feel before you start slowly moving down on him. He feels so warm and heavy, your lips stretching to fit around him, a jolt of excitement shooting straight to your core at the sound he makes.
"Fuck, that's it," he moans deeply, his head tilting back for a moment before his eyes are back, watching you, "Good girl, just like that."
You hum appreciatively, sinking lower, slowly allowing yourself to get used to the feeling of his hard length in your mouth before you feel him hitting the back of your throat. Ari hisses at the feeling, his fingers tugging on your hair a little to pull you back, and that confuses you.
You're pretty sure you're supposed to keep going.
So instead of pulling back to give your throat some reprieve, you soldier on. You try to relax around him, humming again as you let his heavy cock sink down your throat slowly, making Ari let out a breathy moan.
"Oh, baby, shit."
His fingers tighten in your hair, his free hand joining the other one to pull at the strands, "Holy shit, fuck. Yes, keep going. Good girl, doing so well."
It lights a fire inside you whenever he praises you, you both know that, and it works like a charm because it only makes you more motivated to keep going. You sink further down, gagging a little when he reaches deeper in your throat, and Ari lets out a deep moan that almost sounds like a growl when he says, "Fuuuck, that's good. Look at me, baby. C'mon sweetheart, let me see those eyes."
Your eyes flick up to meet his, another groan leaving his lips once you make contact, "God, you look so fucking beautiful like this. You like this, baby? Wanna keep going?"
You hum around his cock, trying to nod but his shaft makes it difficult.
He lets out a breathless chuckle, adoration and lust pulling at his features, "Okay, go on sweetheart. Let's see how much you can take. Think you can take all of daddy's cock?"
Your brows furrow momentarily at the question.
You don't know if you can. But you're willing to try your best.
Ari watches in amazement at the look of determination flooding your face, and he feels his entire body tensing up when you hold his gaze while gradually sinking lower.
His breath hitches, his eyes squeezing shut to help him focus so he doesn't blow his load right then and there.
You take him all the way down your throat, focusing on your breathing until you feel the coarse hairs at the base of his cock tickle your nose. You hold him down your throat for a moment, while he lets out a guttural growl, and then when the pressure becomes too much, you move back up to give yourself some relief.
Ari lets out a gasp, like he was holding his breath, his eyes gleaming when you start bobbing up and down his shaft, "You sure you haven't done this before?"
You let out a muffled giggle around his cock, your head moving up and down faster when you notice how he tenses up at the motion. He starts letting out breathy moans in tune, sounding like the sweetest melody to your ears, and you want to chase them, you want more.
You pick up pace again, his fingers gripping your hair tighter as he starts panting, "Shit, baby, that's it, fuck yes. Keep going, keep going just like that, oh god."
You hum again, sucking him down your throat eagerly, and you can tell he's getting closer to the edge. You want him to, want to tell him to come down your throat, and you're just about to when there's suddenly a knock at the door.
Ari's eyes immediately widen in panic, and yours does too, your movements stilling while your lips stay wrapped around his cock.
He scrambles the chair closer to the desk, and he makes it just in time, allowing you to hide under it while he pulls himself almost flush against it.
His throbbing cock stays in your mouth even through the commotion, and you allow your tongue to slowly trail the underside of the tip when you hear the door push open.
"Ari, you almost done with your office hours?"
You recognize the voice, it's Curtis again. What the fuck, does he have a radar for these things, or what?
Realizing it's not a student barging in, you let yourself tune out of the conversation, choosing instead to focus on how soft the head of Ari's cock feels against your tongue.
Ari lets out a small grunt, his voice a little strained when he speaks, "Yeah, yeah Curtis. Just give me another, like.. 15 minutes? I'll come meet you in the parking lot."
Curtis checks his watch, his eyes flicking back to Ari, "Okay dude, but you gotta hurry. They're not going to wait forever, we can't be late. It's not a good look."
You slowly start moving on his cock again, his thighs tensing around you as you do. You gradually pick up pace again, ensuring to stay quiet as your lips drag up and down on his shaft.
"Yeah, yeah, of course. Don't worry, I won't be late. I'm almost done here."
Your palms move up the length of his legs, feeling the tense muscle underneath while you suck him down your throat more eagerly, practically feeling indifferent at Curtis' presence at this point.
"Good, because I can't reschedule another one, you know that. You already bailed on her once, she won't stand for it again."
Her?
That makes you instantly still your movements. You frown, your ears tuning in more insistently, and Ari clearly notices your reaction.
He clears his throat, "Curtis, I know, just-"
"She's not going to agree to another date if you don't get your shit together, you can't keep canceling for work. How's that ever gonna get you out of your slump? Or laid, for that matter?"
You stomach sinks, anger bubbling up inside you at the notion of him planning on going on a date tonight, while you've still got your fucking lips wrapped around his cock!
You hear Curtis' footsteps disappearing out of the office as he yells, "Just finish up. Five minutes!"
The door slams shut behind him, and the second you hear the familiar sound, you angrily push Ari's chair back, the thoughts of his pleasure long forgotten when you get up from the floor.
"Wait," Ari says, his hands grabbing for you when you get up, "No, don't! Stop, I-"
"A date?!" You yell angrily, seething as you watch him tuck his still hard cock back into his pants, "A date, Ari?! Are you fucking kidding me?! I knew you were an asshole!"
"No!" Ari panics, "No, it's not like that, I agreed to that before we-"
"Then you should have fucking cancelled it!" You hiss, practically stomping over to grab your bag off the floor, "I can't believe you!"
"Baby, please-"
"Don't fucking call me that!" You yell angrily, albeit still keeping your voice low enough to not be heard by anyone lingering in the hallway, "I knew I shouldn't have trusted you!"
Ari scrambles to close his pants and get up from his chair, but he's already too late. He watches in horror as you march out of his office, slamming the door behind you, just in time for the tears to start flowing down your cheeks.
Is someone cutting onions because I am definitely not crying over this chapter๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ
"I don't like him," [...] "I don't either,"
Well nobody asked me but I don't like him eitherโ๐ป He means trouble. I bet you 20 bucks there will be some action between the reader & Frank in a pathetic attempt to make a makeshift repair to the tear Ari left in her heart (and this will make Ari propably jealous and feral as fuck).
There's a moments pause before Ari lets out a small chuckle, "What do you mean you got nervous, sweetheart? Nervous about seeing me?"
ooookay, I'm not gonna lie i would get just as nervous and when Ari talks to me like that, daaamn i would be putty in his hands in 0.1 sec. That slighty teasing big dick energy๐ And how he cleared up her doubts about Sheila, so cute
He lets out a breathless chuckle, adoration and lust pulling at his features, "Okay, go on sweetheart. Let's see how much you can take. Think you can take all of daddy's cock?"
You stomach sinks, anger bubbling up inside you at the notion of him planning on going on a date tonight, while you've still got your fucking lips wrapped around his cock!
I have no idea how Ari will ever make it up to her. And I feel so sorry. I do hope for a happy ending and lot of comforting reunion sex๐๐ป
Summary:ย Being Ari's swimming coach is more difficult than you thought. Until there is a little confession.
Word count: ~1.9k
Warnings: actually pretty fluff, minor smut, mention of pregnancy [still 18+, minors do not interact and please leave my blog]
A/N:ย Entry for @syntheticavenger In it to win it Challenge. Congratulations on your 11k๐ฅณ๐This challenge was so much fun. Thank you for organizing this, helping me out and giving me the courage to post this after my long break here โฃ๏ธ I chose the song "Africa" to add a little spice to it.
Enjoy!
Annoyed, you took another look at your watch. Ari was never able to be on time. He was probably curing his hangover once again.
Frustrated, you sat down at the edge of the swimming area and put your feet into the cool clear water of the pool. For 2 months you had already been Ari Levinson's swim trainer and he was already getting on your last nerve.
It was relatively quiet here. Some other athletes were training alone. But yours didn't even manage to be on time for the guided workouts.
A few minutes later, Ari came sauntering out of the club house with one hand loosely in the pocket of his swim shorts and a cup of coffee in the other.
"You're late." You said angrily when he finally arrived at your place. If there was one thing you couldn't stand, it was Ari's outstanding ability to be inattentive and flippant in any situation. It was important to stick to the training schedule and there wasn't much time left until the next competition. Only hard work could still turn the situation around.
Ari sipped his coffee in a leisurely manner.
"It's only eleven minutes. Lighten up, it's a beautiful day, no need to stress."
Arguing wouldn't do any good, so you just decide to get on with it.
"You know you shouldn't wear those loose swimming shorts. They increase your resistance in the water and just make you slow."
"Yeah I know, but those Speedos are so tight down there." he whined like a little kid and didn't take you seriously.
Your patience was wearing thin. You snatched his coffee cup out of his hand.ย
"Hands out of your pockets and into the water. 11 lanes. One for every minute late. And that's not counting as a warm-up yet. Move out."
Ari wanted to reach for the radio, because he loved to listen to music while swimming. You could not understand it, because through the water hardly any sounds came through to him, but he said he liked it especially when the sounds were slightly muffled. You took the radio out of his reach.
"If you'd been on time, you'd be listening to music now."
Finally, Ari obeyed and got into position on the starting block while you lined up at his level on the poolside.
"Front crawl, bilateral breathing, after every third stroke. On my signal.
3...2...1." Vigorously blowing the whistle, you started the stopwatch. Ari lunged forward and dove into the water like an arrow.
The training went sluggishly. Ari kept swimming his penalty laps and warm-up fast and technically clean.
Later, however, his technique became sloppy, arrhythmic and he made mistakes.
With another blow of the whistle you signaled Ari to stop after the current lane.
You just had to vent your frustration.
"Levinson, where are you with your thoughts?" Sighing, you pinched your bridge of your nose.
"Why so tense, coach?"ย
"Tense?! That's an understatement. Practice with you is a disaster. You're always late, unfocused, and don't follow my instructions as a coach. You're only at the club parties in the evenings, constantly flirting with other women, probably still hooking up with them, and that's why you're not in shape in the morning. How are we ever going to make progress like that?" Your voice was getting steadily louder.
Ari only responded to your harsh criticism with a grin.
"Is someone jealous?"
"Pretty thin ice, Levinson. I wouldn't mind throwing my job out on the line."ย
Only now did he seem to realize how serious you were. His grin disappeared, and with a flourish he pulled himself up on the edge of the pool and stood in front of you, dripping wet. The light was refracted in the many small drops of water so his skin glistened in the sun.
"You know what? We're going to stop the training here. If you can't take me seriously, there's no point. I want you to do your stamina training now and the weights training in the afternoon. Then, if we can work together like professionals again, I'll see you back here this evening."
You turned on your heel and even Ari calling your name couldn't bring you back.
You needed time to cool down and had been swimming in the sea yourself. Swimming against the waves and the surf was more to your liking. It was more natural, not like in a calm chlorine-rich pool. You let the setting sun dry your skin.
In the evening you entered the area of the swimming club. By now all the athletes and coaches had gone home. Only Ari was sitting on one of the starting blocks waiting for you. He looked as bad as you felt.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you or stopped the session. That was unprofessional."
For once, it was easy for you to apologize. Your mistake was clear to see. Even if you could never admit that Ari was right.
You were jealous. First and foremost, you couldn't understand how much focus and ambition he put into flirting. Something that didn't seem possible in training.
Maybe there was more, but you couldn't and didn't want to let it get closer to you. A liaison between coach and athlete was highly... problematic.
"It's okay." Ari brushed back his long hair. He looked nervous, too. "As for the other women, you may be wrong, but it's true that my concentration is slipping. I don't notice it until I'm already completely out of rhythm. Can you show me what I'm doing wrong as soon as the first mistake sneaks in?"
"Like in the water?"
"You've been training me for a while, but you haven't been in the pool with me once. You're not a non-swimmer, are you?" He provoked you teasingly.
"All right, but only if you behave yourself and at least try to carry out my instructions this time."
"I'm quite the perfect gentleman, and I swear it." Ari's reappearing smirk was a sign that the mood was tilting back to the positive. This time you even allowed him to turn on the radio.
You slipped out of your sweater and track pants. The high-leg-cut swimsuit you wore underneath was currently in fashion but not exactly the most professional attire for professional swimmers. But it had to do for today. Ari and you enter the water. You let him swim ahead and stopped him whenever you had to correct something. At first you felt his muscles tense up when you put your hand on his chest, arms and legs and showed him how to improve his posture and movements.
You couldn't deny that Ari's body was in great shape. His muscular system was dense and strong. Sometimes you felt his gaze on you as well and you wondered if he was listening to you at all. But indeed the exercises worked and you were sure that Ari's performance showed improvement.
He did a few more laps, which you watched partly from above the water surface or from below. You swam after him and you met at the end.
"It's all right Levinson. I don't mean to exaggerate, but I think that was the most productive coaching session so far."
"Did you just retroactively call me lazy?" asked Ari, offended.
Lunging with your arm, you splashed water in his face. He tried to avoid the attack by diving down and grabbing your foot underwater. You refrained from kicking him, because you didn't want to hurt him either.
Gently he pulled you to the edge of the pool until you felt the tiles in your back.
"You know, as for my morale in training. It's not because of other women, it's because of you. I can feel exactly how you're observing me. It's distracting to me."
You stiffened as you struggled to keep your head above water on your own in the confined space. He pressed even closer to you, his warm breath colliding with your cool skin, and you held on tighter to his shoulders.
"Relax, I've got you." Gently he guided your legs so they wrapped around his hips and he carried you.
"What...what are you trying to tell me?"
Your brain was so fogged by Ari's presence. You could barely hear Totoโs โAfricaโ warbling from the radio.
Hurry boy, she's waiting there for you
"You are strong, clever and passionate. You brighten every day for me. I think I'm in love with you."ย
It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
You saw his Adam's apple move heavily as he swallowed, as if he had just relieved himself of a great burden.
His honesty gave you the courage to say the following words.
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do.
"You were right, Ari."ย
"About what?" he asked curiously, his brows furrowed.
"I'm jealous."
You let your lips crash down on his. Almost greedily he returned the kiss and your body heated up in the fire of pleasure and desire. It was as if months of built-up tension were released with a loud boom, like a thunderstorm.
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had
Hectically you tried to get your hand down Ari's waistband. You wanted to feel him. You needed to.
"Wait wait waitโฆโ For a brief second you were confused that Ari stopped you. โI want you, but not here and not like this. Not with the risk of drowning or getting caught by the security. You deserve to be loved on the softest of beds. Ma-... May I take you homeโฆ with me?" he sounded like he was afraid you might refuse.
You kissed him again. Much slower but also more sensitive this time.
"If you promise to stay as focused as you were during today's training, you may take me anywhere in the world.โ
You two laugh at this like little joking children.
Gently, Ari maneuvered you both to the nearest ladder and climbed out of the cold pool while you still clung to him. He let you go only to put a soft towel around you. Carefully he stroked your arms and back to dry you. Again he lifted you bridal style, the feeling of his thick arms was soothing. And just like that Ari carried you to his nearby home where he showed you detailedly what you secretly meant to him.
2 years later
"Remember, stay focused. When you change direction, push off hard, use the push you gain but don't get too close to the wall either. Understood?" You did not get any reaction.
"Ari? Are you actually listening to me?" You asked again, louder this time.
"Yeah yeah, concentration, Push off hard, use the push but not too close to the wall." he replied casually, as he put on his goggles causing an eye roll on your part. It was and always would be the same trouble with him.
Despite the everyday hassle you were so damn proud of him, even if he didn't like to hear it and always stressed that it was only because of his amazing coach. However, there was also a lot of pressure on both of you, more of on him. This competition was important. If Ari could at least make it to the top-3, it would make him the most successful swimmer of the year.ย
The judges got into position and signaled the competitors to get on the starting blocks.
Ari gave you a quick kiss on the forehead, but before he could turn away, you stopped him.
"Make me proud, Ari. Make us proud." While you clasped his hand with yours, your other hand rested protectively on your lower abdomen.
Ari lowered himself to one knee and kissed the slight curve of your belly.
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Series Summary: Newly dumped and freshly fucked by a handsome stranger you met at a bar, you start your final year at college in high spirits. Only to realize that your new teacher in your Diplomatic Negotiations class, is none other than the guy you had an amazing one night stand with.
Chapter Warnings: tension, angry teacher ari, angry reader, angst, fluff. We find out who readers ex is! SMUT - oral (f receiving), praise, dumbification, degradation, fingering, grinding, heavy making out.
Word Count: 7900
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The next morning you get up begrudgingly.
You didn't reply to Ari's text, in fact, you're offended he would even send it. And you're fairly certain he replied like that on purpose.
He is just as toxic as Frank.
He's just doing it to prove that you don't mean shit, that you don't truly matter.
But he must be an idiot if he thought you'd risk your academic career for a fuck once in a while. Granted, it would most definitely be amazing, but nonetheless, it would be majorly stupid because of the risk.
You're practically scowling as you walk out of your bedroom and towards the bathroom, almost bumping head first into Andrea when she exits at the same time.
It takes her less than a second to notice your sour mood.
"What happened?" She asks, eyeing you as you walk into the bathroom to get your toothbrush, "What did he do?"
You groan and roll your eyes. There's really no hiding from her, is there?
"I texted him," you mumble, applying toothpaste while your face stays frowning, "That we couldn't do this thing, whatever it is. I was actually being really nice about it. And you know what he replied?"
"What?"
"He said: who is this?" You shove the toothbrush into your mouth, brushing angrily as you glare at yourself in the mirror.
Andrea's eyes narrow, "No he didn't."
"Uh-huh," you mumble, words muffled due to your toothbrush, "He did."
"That fucking asshole," she seethes, making you quirk a brow. Good to know you're on the same page.
"I've been trying to defend the guy but clearly he is just a prick," she grumbles as she's about to leave. But then she stops in her tracks, looking back at you, "You know what you need to do now, right?"
You look at her in confusion, still half focused on brushing, "Huh?"
"Oh he is going to regret this," Andrea says with a menacing smirk, "We're going to fuck with him. Hard."
You tug a little on your skirt as you walk across campus.
Andrea lent you some of her clothes, and to put it nicely, you and her don't exactly have the same taste. She is much more bold in her choices; you wear pleated skirts, sure. But they're usually in neutral colors and paired with a graphic or loose tee; it changes the entire look.
What you're wearing right now is not dressed down in the slightest. First of all, the pastel blue skirt is short - so short, in fact, that you're worried about the breeze blowing at your bare thighs as you walk. It's also paired with a very tight, white low cut top, that doesn't leave much to the imagination. She allowed you to put on a cardigan over it, just to try and protect a bit of your modesty, but you're not sure it's working.
You decided to keep your hair down casually, not bothering to do much with it, but your make-up is on point. It's still natural, not overly done, but you love the final look she ended up giving you.
You feel a little self-conscious as you walk up the stairs and enter the building, teeth nervously digging into your bottom lip once you walk through the auditorium doors.
Your fingers are gripping the strap of your backpack tightly, slung over one shoulder, and you don't dare lift your eyes until you've slinked into the row and sat down in your desired seat.
Your eyes lift momentarily, looking towards the front of the class, but as soon as they do, your breath hitches in your throat.
Ari is staring directly at you, his eyes practically burning into you, and he does nothing to try and hide the fact that his stern gaze is reserved for you.
You take a deep breath to calm your nerves before you look away from him, doing your best to seem unfazed by his presence. You bend where you're sitting to bring your laptop and books out of your bag placed on the floor, gasping quietly when you straighten back up and realize he's suddenly standing right in front of you.
"I think you should come by for office hours after class today," he murmurs, eyes trailing down the length of you, "We have some matters to discuss."
"I can't," you reply curtly, quirking a brow when you notice how his gaze needs to lift to meet your eyes, "I have plans. But here, I brought you this."
You place the book he handed you yesterday on the desk in front of you, "I don't need it."
Ari cocks a dominant brow, his voice low to ensure the other students filtering into the room don't hear him, "Are you sure about that?"
"I'm sure," you spit, practically glaring at him, "There's nothing in there I haven't seen before."
Ari's eyes narrow, his brows pulling into a tighter frown, and you can tell he's just about to make a retort when Hayden suddenly takes a seat next to you.
"Hey, Mr. Levinson," he says cheerfully before he looks at you, "Hi."
"Hi Hayden," you reply with a smile, looking away from Ari to look at him, "Nice to see you."
"You too," he grins, before looking between the two of you, "Everything alright?"
"Yeah," you quickly reply before Ari can, "All good. I was just giving this back to Mr. Levinson." You pick up the book and hand it off to Ari, who takes it reluctantly, "Thanks for your help, sir."
"My pleasure," Ari mumbles as he takes the book, turning to leave. While he's still within earshot, you make a point out of saying to Hayden, "Let's grab that pizza today. I'm not busy after class."
Perhaps antagonizing your very stern, and very dominant, teacher was not a good idea. Andrea's idea worked like a charm, he's clearly riled up, but unfortunately that also means he's harsher than usual.
Every time someone gets the answer wrong in class, he's scowling, absolutely annoyed beyond belief.
He called on you a few times, and you luckily didn't get your head bitten off, but when he called on Hayden and he didn't know the correct answer, it was obvious to every single person in that auditorium how disappointed Ari was.
"You're supposed to know this, Mr. Hutchinson. It's basic, it was a key subject in the chapter due for today's class. Did you not do your reading?"
"Y-es," Hayden stammers, his brows furrowing, "I did, I just-"
"Or were you busy doing other things?" Ari asks sternly, eyes flitting to you, but only for a fraction of a second before they turn to the rest of the class, "I expect you all to come prepared for my class. I'm a busy man, I do not like wasting my time. If you're not going to do the work then don't come, I don't have patience for laziness."
When Ari finally dismisses the class you can tell Hayden is upset. You're not surprised; from what little you know about him, it's clear he's a grade A student, and he's very, very smart. So this was probably a huge blow to his confidence.
"Can we catch a raincheck on that pizza?" He asks as you're both gathering up your things, "I think I need to go to the library and study.."
You nod, offering him a warm smile, "Of course, no problem. Just text me and we'll make plans some other day."
You put your hand on his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze, "And don't mind him, he's just a grump. You're a great student, you'll be okay."
Hayden sighs and nods, a small thankful smile on his lips, "Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow."
He walks off, leaving you to gather the rest of your things, not noticing how the auditorium is almost empty at this point.
But then you feel the angry presence of someone standing right in front of you.
You already know who it's going to be before you look up, sighing inwardly when you stand up from your seat to face him.
"Mr. Levinson," you chirp with a fake smile, "Anything I can do for you?"
"We need to talk," he whispers sternly, and just as you're about to protest, he cuts you off, "And I'm not taking no for an answer."
You roll your eyes when he walks off, making you follow him down the steps to the front of the class. He walks out into the hall, in the direction of his office, and your nerves are starting to build as you follow behind him.
He seems really, really angry, although you're not entirely sure why. You should be the one angry, in this scenario. He's the one who was acting like a dick.
Once you reach his office, he opens the door and gestures for you to walk inside. You do, making him follow before he closes the door behind the two of you.
Your heart thumps in your chest when you hear the lock click, a mix of dread and excitement running through you. You take a few steps inside, watching as Ari walks over to the couch in the corner and sits down on it with a heavy sigh.
He runs both hands through his long brunette locks, slumping into the seat while you stand there, watching him awkwardly.
"This isn't working," he breathes out, his eyes closed as he leans his head back on the couch, "It's not going to work for me."
You want to roll your eyes at his words, the defiance from earlier resurfacing inside. How dare he think he has any say in this?
"What doesn't work for you?" you ask, cocking a brow.
"This," he replies sternly, his head tilting forward to look at you, "Whatever you're doing, it's not working for me. It's driving me crazy."
You scoff, looking at him incredulously, "Whatever I'm doing? I'm not doing anything!"
"Yes you are," he growls lowly, gesturing to you, "Don't fucking play with me. You tell me you don't want this, me, whatever. And then you show up to class, dressed like that. And not to mention what you're doing with that golden retriever back there."
You can feel the anger bubbling up, words spilling out like word-vomit, "How fucking dare you make it seem like I'm the one in the wrong here! After what you did yesterday?!"
"You wanted it just as much as I did," he responds, his brows furrowing, "Don't pretend like you weren't about to kiss me when Curtis walked in, I saw the look on your face."
"Yeah, okay, maybe I was," you scoff, shaking your head, "But then you wrote that fucking text-"
"Because you hurt my fucking feelings," he grumbles, glancing away from you, "What the hell was I supposed to do?"
Unbelievable.
You snort, "What are you, twelve? I hurt your feelings so you pretend not to know it was me texting you? That's the most childish thing I've ever heard."
Ari scowls at you, standing up from the couch before he walks closer, "What about you, hm? You clearly want me, but you're pretending you don't, so which one is it? Who is the childish one here?"
You cross your arms over your chest stubbornly, "You're ridiculous, you know that? Why can't you just leave me be, go fuck someone else. That girl who follows you around, go fuck her instead."
Ari's brows furrow immediately as he stands in front of you, tilting his head in confusion, "What? What girl?"
You groan inwardly at letting the words spill, but you remain angry as you reply, "That brunette one. I've seen you with her plenty of times, go fuck her instead."
Ari snorts loudly, and it turns into a chuckle as he shakes his head, "Are you serious?"
You glare at him, "Do I look like I'm joking?"
Ari chuckles again, smirking at your tone before he brings his face closer to yours, his voice low and deep, "That brunette girl is my niece. She goes to school here."
His niece. She's his fucking niece. Shit.
"Oh," you whisper in surprise, your stubborn stance faltering a little, "I didn't realize.."
"No, I'm sure you didn't," Ari says smugly, the smirk staying on his face, "Is that what this is about? You got jealous, so you'd rather run away? You thought you weren't special?"
His words stir something in you, breaking down your resolve slowly.
You inhale sharply, trying to keep your composure, "You.. What about you? The way you acted earlier, you almost bit Hayden's head off. You were jealous, it was clear to anyone in that fucking classroom."
Ari scoffs, mumbling under his breath as he watches you, "Wasn't jealous.."
You roll your eyes, shaking your head as you look away from him, "You're so full of shit. I need to go."
You turn around, about to head towards the door when he exclaims, "Why, gotta go grab pizza with your date?"
You smirk as you turn back to him, placing a hand on your hip, "I thought you weren't jealous."
"I just don't like him," Ari responds, jaw tensing.
"Why not?" You sass, quirking a brow, "Because of how close he sits to me? Or is it the fact he asked me out?"
"He did what?"
Okay, so maybe you're embellishing a little. But you're enjoying his reaction far too much right now, it's like poking a sleeping bear. You want to see how far you can push it before he snaps.
"You heard me," you respond, watching how his entire face tenses up angrily, "And if you'll excuse me, I should go join him right n-"
Your words are cut short when Ari grabs your arm, tugging you to him, and before you can even register what's happening, his lips meet yours.
It takes you a moment, and then you release a breath, melting into him as your lips move over his. One large hand moves up to cup your jaw, wrapping around the back of your neck to pull you closer, the kiss turning possessive. His free arm wraps around your waist, your chest meeting his, the backpack slung over your shoulder dropping to the floor before your arms wind around his neck to reciprocate it.
His large hand slides up your back when he deepens the kiss, his thumb stroking the column of your neck as he murmurs against your lips, "You're not going anywhere with that boy, you hear me?"
A small whimper escapes your throat, fingers sliding up to tangle in his soft hair, pulling at the strands as you lean back to whisper against his lips, "You're not the boss of me."
Ari growls, the sound low in his chest before the hand on your back moves down to swiftly land on your ass in a smack, "Yes I am, you little brat. Now shut up and kiss me."
He tugs you back to him, and you return his kiss greedily, your tongues tangling together in a heated dance.
You whimper as you push him backwards, in the direction of the couch sat in the corner, your lips firmly planted on his when he lets out an oopmf! as you push him down to sit, immediately straddling his lap.
One hand stays on your ass while the other travels from your neck to your waist, arm curling around it to let his hand travel up your back, palm flat on your shoulder blades to bring you closer. Your fingers grip the collar of his shirt in response, your body arching into his.
"Fuck," Ari groans into the kiss when you start rolling in his lap, grinding your heated core down on the bulge forming in his slacks, "You've got any idea how much I've thought about you, baby? Couldn't keep my mind off you even if I wanted to, sweetheart, shit you feel good."
Your mind is a hazy mess, thoughts jumbled together as you continue kissing him, desperately needing him closer. You can't speak, can't think rationally, the only thing you can focus on is how good he feels, how you never want to leave his lap.
You lean up a little, fingers tangling in his hair before you yank his head back to kiss him deeper, moaning into the kiss desperately. You just need him closer by any means necessary, you're so desperate to sate this burning need inside you.
Ari groans lowly, his tongue dancing around yours, hips bucking up to grind against you as you work yourself up on him, grinding like a bitch in heat.
"Baby," he murmurs against your lips, another groan rumbling out when your warm core rubs on him just right, "Baby, I only have a few minutes until someone-"
"A few minutes is enough," you moan lewdly, your fingers instantly reaching down to fumble with his button and fly.
Ari gasps, taking heavy breaths before he husks out, "You that desperate, hm? Just gotta have it?"
You nod quickly, a whiny sound leaving your throat when you can't seem to unbutton his pants fast enough, "Yes daddy, please. Please make me feel good."
You squeak against his lips when he suddenly flips you over, your back landing on his small sofa.
His hands trail down to your waist, disappearing under your skirt as he growls against your lips, "Oh I will sweetheart, don't worry. Just won't be in the way you expect. You're gonna come all over my face, honey, and you're gonna do it before my office hours start, how about that, hm?"
You gasp deeply when his fingers land on your panty covered core, rubbing over your folds through the fabric, his lips trailing down the length of your body.
Your skin is buzzing with excitement, hands sliding up to his hair as he moves further down, your breathing ragged and unsteady as you lie sprawled out on his couch.
His palms land on each of your thighs, your skirt riding up when he spreads you wide, a needy moan rippling out of you when you suddenly feel his warm, wet tongue moving over your panty-clad core, spit seeping through the fabric.
"Ari, fuck," you breathe out, your hands fisting his hair, "Oh god yes, more, please daddy, more."
Nimble fingers quickly find the edge of your panties, pushing them aside, and the next thing you feel is his tongue against your wet heat, one lick over your folds, then another.
You sigh out in relief, his tongue moving languidly over your pussy, a rumbling groan in his chest, "Taste so fucking good honey, jesus christ."
You jolt up when his tongue suddenly finds your clit, flicking it once, twice, a whiny moan bubbling up your throat. You pull a little on his hair in response, and you swear you can see the smirk on his face before he suddenly dives in, shoving his face into your sensitive core.
His beard scratches your skin, lewd sounds leaving his lips as he eats you out like a desperate man, your body tensing and convulsing due to the rough attack.
"Ah!" You cry, his tongue lapping up your juices, "Oh, god!"
His tongue swiftly moves down, thrusting into your needy hole, before it swipes up again to toy with your clit. It makes you cry out again, your sounds loud and uninhibited until his hand suddenly lands over your mouth.
Your back arches as he continues his rude assault on your clit, one hand pressing down on your mouth to keep you quiet as the other stays wrapped over your thigh to keep you spread wide.
You let out a muffled moan, squirming under him as the fire inside you slowly builds. Your hips move of their own accord, grinding up to meet his movements, rubbing yourself all over his face. His beard scratches your folds deliciously, adding to your excitement, and Ari lets out a deep groan against your pussy when he realizes what you're doing.
Your fingers pull harder on his hair as you grind against his face, chasing your high. The coil inside you tightens, bringing you closer and closer, your hips picking up pace to match his tongue when it starts flicking your clit in quick motions.
You jolt up at the change of pace, your eyes squeezing shut tightly, brows furrowing as you moan into the palm of his hand. The pressure inside you builds, and builds, and builds, until your mind is swimming, the only thoughts filling it how good he feels, how good he's making you feel.
Ari groans when your fingers in his hair tighten, unconsciously grinding against the couch in response to how beautifully you're coming undone because of him, his loud moans muffled by your wet heat as he brings you closer to that ledge.
And then the coil inside you snaps when his tongue switches movement on your clit. You cry out loudly, the sound muffled by his palm but still clearly audible, your body tensing up as you unravel for him.
He groans lewdly, lapping up your juices eagerly as he continues his assault, your body convulsing wildly while you ride out the pleasure. Tears brim your eyes when he doesn't let up, not allowing you any reprieve, and then another wave crashes over you when he suddenly pushes two fingers inside you.
He pumps them in and out in quick succession, his tongue ruthlessly toying with your clit, and it's like you see stars, your mind going blank. Your juices spill out, covering his thick beard, earning you a muffled groan in response while you let out a pathetic whimper before your body goes slack under him.
You come to a few moments later, slowly opening your eyes, breath hitching when you're met with his face barely inches from yours, cerulean eyes studying your face carefully.
His long locks fall in front of his face at the angle, a small furrow to his brows when he whispers, "You okay?"
You nod meekly, wide eyes holding his as your breath slowly steadies. He looks you over, tilting his head, "You sure?"
Another nod of your head, and that brings a smile to his face as he murmurs, "Good girl. You did well for me, baby."
He leans back on his haunches, still between your spread thighs before he brings his fingers to his mouth, sliding them between his pink lips still wet from your arousal. He moans lewdly as he licks them clean, holding eye contact while he quietly murmurs, "You taste so fucking good, I can't get enough."
Your cheeks heat up at his words, heartbeat slowing down gradually while he wipes his hand over his beard. He notices how you're watching him, making him chuckle softly, "Swear to god, I almost came in my pants. You're so hot when you come, you know that?"
Your teeth dig into your bottom lip as you smile shyly, feeling so exposed and vulnerable at the way he's looking at you. He chuckles again, leaning closer to cup your cheek in his large hand, "God, you're fucking adorable. You just came all over my face and now you're feeling shy. How was it, pretty baby? You liked it?"
You nod again, whispering quietly, "Yeah, it was amazing.."
"Good," Ari hums, tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip, "Because I'm going to need to do it again, you've got such a pretty pussy, I just want to bury my face in it all day."
You let out a shy giggle, covering your face with one hand, "Ari, stop it, you're making me all flustered."
Ari chuckles deeply, tender fingers reaching down to adjust your panties before he flips your skirt back down. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, although you can tell he doesn't mean it by the amusement in his voice, "I'll try not to.."
"No, it's okay," you quickly interject, smiling up at him when you drop your hand from your face, "I'll get used to it."
"Good," he grins, his hand reaching for yours, your fingers lacing with his, "That might be easier."
You take a deep breath as your eyes fan over his face, and then he slowly leans down until he's only inches from you. You reach up, sliding your fingers through his soft locks, moving him closer until his lips land on yours.
The kiss is less urgent, tender even, your lips moving over his languidly. Your free hand slides down his torso, feeling every muscle and curve of his chest and abs, moving further until you feel the bulge in his pants.
He groans into the kiss when you palm his hard length through the fabric, fingers gripping it firmer to give him proper friction.
"Fuck," he moans brokenly, lips moving over yours more insistently, "Jesus, that's good. Don't stop baby."
You mewl, rubbing him more firmly, fingers pulling tighter on his hair when you deepen the kiss.
But then, just as you're about to reach into his slacks to get better access to his hard length, you're both startled by a loud knock on the door.
Ari leans back immediately, wide eyes finding yours, "Fuck, what time is it? I have office hours at 1pm."
You panic, eyes widening as your hand stills on his bulge, "Oh my god!" You try to scramble off the sofa, but he's still between your legs, his large hands gripping your hips as he whispers, "Wait! Wait, not so fast, just give me a sec here.."
You look at him in a panic, brows raising in surprise when he leans closer again to peck your lips. He murmurs against them, "Can I text you later? Please say yes."
He kisses you again when another round of knocks land on the door, but he doesn't seem to be in the same panicked state as you are.
"Please," he mumurs again, kissing you insistently, "Say yes."
"Yes," you breathe out against his lips, palm landing on his chest to gently push him back, "Yes, text me later, but we gotta get up, Ari, it's someone from class out there."
"I know," he mumbles, stealing another kiss before he leans back and gets up, reaching a hand out for you. You take it, slowly standing from the couch on your wobbly legs, his hand immediately landing on your waist to steady you.
Your eyes watch his face as he reaches up to fix your hair, and then tugs on your skirt to make sure it's covering you properly. Then he leans in, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "We'll talk later. Just walk out there and pretend we had a normal meeting, okay? Can you do that for me, baby? Just gotta act normal."
You nod, smiling when he places another kiss on your forehead before he releases you, walking over to pick your bag up from the floor. He hands it to you with a small smile, which you reciprocate before you sling it over your shoulder.
He walks over to his desk, sitting down in the chair, and you take a deep breath before you turn around to head to the door.
Your fingers grip the handle, eyes finding his one last time, and when he nods shortly, you unlock it and open it.
You smile at the girl revealing herself to you once the door is pulled open, her brows a little furrowed when she utters, "My time was supposed to start five minutes ago, what took you so long?"
You hesitate, heart ramming against your ribcage when you try to think of something to say. But then Ari speaks from where he's sitting at his desk behind you, his voice stern, "We had to go over some things from last week since she wasn't able to come to class. I apologize for the delay, but I will take the time that's necessary for each student. I appreciate your understanding."
The girls' eyes widen before she mumbles out a shy apology, and you maneuver around her when she enters his office while you exit.
You glance back at Ari one last time as the door closes, catching him faintly saying, "So, what can I help you with today?"
Your mind doesn't fully catch up with you until you're back home at the apartment.
It takes walking through the door, slamming it behind you, toeing your shoes off and plopping down on the couch for you to realize.
A shudder runs through you at the memory, of how good it felt, of how hard you came. All over his face. You practically cringe when you realize that his beard probably still smells like you, and that he's probably enjoying it as he's sitting in his office, conducting office hours with the other students in your class.
You pick up the pillow from the couch, burying your face in it before you let out a squeal, the butterflies inside you tumbling around when you think back at how fucking amazing it was.
That's the exact moment Andrea and Jessica walk through the door.
You quickly drop the pillow to your lap, wide eyes meeting theirs when they walk into the living room, talking casually with each other. Andrea quirks a brow at your demeanor, reading you like an open book, "What happened? Did the outfit work?"
Jessica walks over to take a seat beside you on the couch, while Andrea places herself in the arm chair next to it. Your eyes drop to your hands as they fiddle in your lap, a small nod of your head, "Mhm, yeah, it worked.."
"Okay," Andrea urges, "What happened?"
You look up, hesitantly meeting their eyes, and after a beat you whisper, "He went down on me in his office."
Jessica squeals and Andrea yells out a what! which makes you cover your face with your hands.
Jessica grabs your shoulder, practically shaking you as she continues squealing excitedly, and Andrea lets out a chuckle, "Impressive. How was it?"
Your hands drop from your face, a huge grin on your face, "It was fucking amazing. That man has talent, for sure."
"That, and the fact that he got jealous because of Hayden talking to me."
"That guy from your class?" Jessica asks as she positions herself criss-cross on the couch.
You nod, "Yeah, apparently he doesn't like him."
"Hm," Andrea hums, nodding, "Figures. So what now? How did you leave it?"
"Well," you chuckle shortly, "I was just about to return the favor when someone knocked on his door. We'd gotten caught up a little, he had office hours. But he asked for permission to text me later. Practically begged for it, actually."
"Good!" Andrea grins, quirking a brow, "You're welcome."
You laugh, shaking your head, "Yeah, thanks. Another dramatic romantic entanglement is just what I need."
You spent the remainder of your afternoon studying; you needed to make sure you were prepared for class the next day, and it also served as a perfect distraction from your thoughts.
You wanted to talk to Ari badly, he said he would text you before you left his office, and yet it's been hours and still nothing. It made you feel needy, which in turn made you feel pathetic when you kept checking your phone to see if he'd texted you yet - and every time you turned on the screen and realized a notification wasn't waiting for you, you would sigh heavily.
But you refused to text him first. He said he would text you, and you'd be damned if you'd be the one to text first and therefore let him win, in a sense. You know that smug bastard would take it as a win.
So you held off. You manage to hold off until the sun goes down, in fact, you hold off until it's time for bed. You're changed, teeth are brushed, and you're sitting under your comforter, eyeing the little black square lying on your nightstand and annoying the shit out of you.
Your eyes narrow as you watch it, internally cursing it; why aren't you making any noise? Where's my fucking text, Levinson?
You let out an annoyed huff, grumbling under your breath, "I swear to god, that asshole is never touching me again if he doesn't-"
As if on cue, your phone screen lights up.
Your heart leaps into your throat, breath hitching as you immediately lean over and pick up that cursed amazing black square.
You click on the notification with no hesitation, a smile breaking out on your face as you read the message.
Ari: Fine, you win. I don't want to wait any longer.
You: What do you mean?
Ari: I've been wanting to text you ever since you left my office but I didn't want to seem desperate.
Butterflies swirl around your belly, a small excited squeak leaving your lips.
You: That's actually very sweet. I didn't know you had emotions
Ari: Ouch. What was that for? Be nice to me, I was so nice to you earlier, wasn't I?
A tingle shoots up your spine at the memory of earlier today, your teeth digging into your bottom lip as you smile.
You: Okay, fair. You got me. I just don't know how to read you, you're so hot and cold
Ari: Actually, I'm just hot ;)
You snort audibly, fingers moving quickly over the screen.
You: You're right, you are. That's obvious to anyone with eyes
Ari: I appreciate the compliment, honey. But I would like it put on the record that you're hotter
You: Cute ;) So, why are you texting me?
Ari: Straight to the point, huh?
You: Yep. I don't have much time, gotta get to bed
Ari: Early sleeper?
You: Yeah, I've got school tomorrow ;)
Ari: That's right, you do. Did you study for class tomorrow?
You: Obviously
Ari: Okay, good. Otherwise I would have to punish you
You: Are you trying to talk me into NOT studying for your class? Because if so, that's a good way to do it
Ari: No slacking off in my class, sweetheart. You're too smart for that, I want you to do your best
Your face heats up at his words, your smile softening.
You: Okay, I'll do my best. Promise
Ari: Good girl
Ari: So, about why I'm texting you..
You: Mhmm?
Ari: I'm hoping what happened today means you changed your mind about me - us
You: Perhaps
Ari: I'll take it. In that case, I figured we should probably arrange something. So we can spend time together
You: "Arrange" something?
Ari: Yeah, you know, make plans
You: You mean, a date?
Ari: Would you consider it a date?
You snort.
You: If it's not a date then I'm not going
Ari: Okay, it's settled, a date then
You: What would we do on this.. date?
Ari: I was thinking a cup of coffee, to start
You: But we can't be around other people?
Ari: I know a really nice place outside of campus. I thought maybe we could go there before class tomorrow, if you'd like? Walk together to class. Once we're on campus it'll look innocent enough that we're walking together to the auditorium
Your brows furrow momentarily, a worry running through you.
You: Are you sure that's safe?
Ari: Positive. Don't worry, sweetheart. It'll be okay.
You: Okay, what time?
Ari: I'll send you the address, meet me there at 7.30 am
Your eyes widen at the time. Sheesh.
You: God damn, early riser. Okay, sure, I'll see you there
Ari: Good. I'll see you tomorrow morning, sweetheart. Sweet dreams
You: You too, Mr. Levinson ;)
You wake up the next morning with a spring in your step. It takes you next to no time to jump out of bed, hurrying to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
You feel almost giddy as you brush your teeth and do your makeup, putting on enough to make you feel confident yet still understated, hurrying back to your bedroom to pick out an outfit.
You find a cute dress that you've been wanting to wear now that fall is rolling around, wearing a pair of black tights underneath and your doc martens. The dress is black with little flower patterns adorning it, and it has almost a babydoll shape, the way it falls on you.
You glance out the window, eyes narrowing shortly when you notice the grey sky, quickly deciding to grab a jacket as well. You put it on, swinging your backpack over your shoulders before you hurriedly exit your apartment and head in the direction of the address Ari sent you last night.
It doesn't take you long to get there; your apartment is that far away from campus, and given that the cafรฉ is fairly close to that, you're not surprised when you arrive five minutes before you're actually supposed to meet Ari.
You glance down the sidewalk, noticing the few people walking down the street, most likely in the direction of school or their work. When you don't notice Ari, you shrug one shoulder before pushing the door open to walk inside. Surely he'd figure out you'd walked in when he doesn't see you out here.
You let the door close behind you as your eyes fan over the place; it's cozy, a few round tables with chairs sat around them, a large glass counter at the back of it. Your eyes move over the place until something familiar catches your attention; a small smile makes its way onto your face as you walk closer to the broad back standing by the register, shoulder length brunette hair curling up at the ends when it hits the collar of his jacket.
You take slow steps, faintly hearing how Ari murmurs, "What kinds do you have?" To the girl working the register.
She replies something but it doesn't really register with you, your heart thumping in your chest when you walk up behind him, one hesitant finger tapping his right shoulder.
He glances over it at your touch, the girl serving him walking off to grab something. His face breaks into a grin, cerulean eyes quickly moving down the length of you before landing back on yours.
"Hey," Ari says warmly, the wide smile still splayed on his lips, "I got here early, figured I might as well wait inside."
You nod and hum, a shy smile playing on your lips, "And here I thought I was early. How long have you been here?"
"Not long," Ari shrugs casually, taking a step closer to you, "It's my own fault, really. Don't worry. I figured I could order in the meantime."
You nod again, your eyes locked on his when he leans closer. His large hand lands on your waist before his face comes closer, his beard scratching your skin when he places a quick kiss on your cheek. He whispers against it, "Thank you for coming."
"Of course," you reply with a smile as he leans back again, however his hand stays firmly on your waist, "I wasn't about to miss out on this really nice place."
Ari chuckles, a short shake of his head, "Of course not. So, just here for the coffee, hm?"
"Yep," you retort, popping the p, "Just the coffee."
"Well, it's a good thing the coffee here is pretty fucking great, then," Ari chuckles again, guiding you closer to the register. "I wasn't sure what you'd like, I was just about to order. What do you want?"
His palm rubs over the small of your back as your eyes move from him to the girl behind the register when she returns, "A latte, please. Do you have oatmilk?"
The girl nods, her fingers tapping on the register, "Yeah, of course. Anything else?"
"Nope, that's it," you immediately reply, to which she nods, "Okay, that'll be-"
"Hang on one second," Ari stops her before his head turns to look at you, brows slightly furrowed. He lowers his voice a little, "Did you eat breakfast?"
You shake your head, shrugging, "No, but I usually just eat after class."
"You need to eat," Ari states, looking back at the young girl helping you, "Do you guys have any muffins today?"
You're just about to interject when the girl responds to Ari, explaining that they have bran, blueberry and chocolate muffins.
"Ari, it's really not-"
"What kind do you want?" Ari asks, turning to look at you, "I prefer the bran one, but if you'd rather have blueberry or chocolate I guess that could also count as breakfast."
You frown for a moment, about to interject again, it's really not necessary, but the look on Ari's face lets you know he's not planning on backing down.
"Bran sounds good," you mumble bashfully, the hand on your back sliding to grip your hip.
Ari hums, turning back to the girl, "A bran muffin too, please."
She writes it down, and before you can even think about pulling out your wallet, Ari pays for both of your coffees and your muffin. The girl walks off to get the coffees started while Ari leans in, his beard tickling your cheek when he whispers, "Good girl. Can't have you starving during class."
Your cheeks heat up at his words, shy eyes meeting his when he leans back again, "I don't normally eat breakfast before class, I'm rarely hungry in the morning."
Ari frowns, "We're going to fix that. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day."
You snort, lips lifting in a teasing smile, "Fix it? How do you plan on doing that, Mr. Levinson?"
"I'm going to force-feed you breakfast until it becomes second nature to eat it," he states calmly, one brow lifting dominantly as he watches you.
You can feel your sassy side bubbling up, tilting your head a little, "You plan on being around for a lot of breakfast scenarios in the future?"
"Absolutely," Ari responds with a short nod, "All of them, hopefully."
After you got your coffees, you sat down at a small table in the corner for a while. Ari watched you eat your muffin, while you listened intently to every beautiful word he uttered.
You got to ask him some questions, it quickly dawned on you that you barely knew anything about him, allowing you to get to know him better.
You learned that he'd been in the military for many years and only recently left. You also learned that he'd been married once, back in his early twenties, but that they had divorced after a few years.
You didn't want to pry too much, but you could tell the subject was tender, and Ari mentioned something about being deployed during most of their relationship.
You also learned that he'd grown up in this town. That's how he knew Curtis so well, despite not having been back for long. He'd lived abroad for years, teaching a similar class at a university there, and his first day back had actually been the day you'd walked into his classroom.
"Why did you come back?" You ask as you take a sip of your to-go coffee. You're walking shoulder to shoulder down the sidewalk, slowly heading towards campus.
"Stability," he responds with a shrug, "I wanted to come home to my base. Abroad never truly felt like my home, I always knew I wouldn't stay forever. But it was time to move back, to be closer to family."
You nod, brows raised a little in surprise. You're surprised at how open he's being, how he's answering your questions so honestly.
"What about you?" He asks, glancing at you with a smile, "What are your plans after graduation?"
You let out an audible sigh, your brows furrowing, "I hate that question."
Ari chuckles, guiding you into a park when you pass it. You sit down on a bench, your thigh touching his as he asks, "Do you get asked that a lot?"
"Yeah," you grumble, leaning back in the seat, "And I never know what to respond."
"What?" Ari says with amusement, "No dreams?"
You snort, turning your head to look at him. He's got a teasing smirk on his face, his eyes gleaming in the morning light, "Dreams are for suckers."
Ari barks out a laugh, his smile turning fonder, "Is that so? You don't like to dream about your life?"
"Nope," you reply casually, shaking your head while holding firm eye contact, "Doing is better than dreaming."
Ari's brows raise in surprise, nodding shortly, "I guess you have a point.."
He trails off, his eyes holding yours, the tension building between the two of you. His cerulean blues are practically burning into you, his smirk slowly fading when he starts leaning closer.
You reciprocate, slowly leaning closer to him, and once he's close enough that his breath fans over your lips, he whispers, "Can I?"
"Yes," you reply, barely even getting the word out before he closes the distance.
His lips take yours, languidly at first, a large hand cupping your cheek to guide you closer. His soft lips glide over yours, thick beard scratching your chin when your head tilts to deepen it.
Ari hums, the sound deep and warm, his teeth nibbling on your bottom lip as your mind swims.
You reach up, clutching his coat in your hand to pull him closer, pressing into him eagerly. He lets out a low chuckle against your lips, but he meets your insistence, kissing you more possessively.
You swear you could have floated away right then and there, the world disappearing around you. But then a familiar alarm pulls you back to the present.
You groan in annoyance when your phone rings, alerting you that you only have 10 minutes until class starts.
You pull back reluctantly, your eyes meeting Ari's again when he opens them. "We should go," you murmur, a shy smile on your lips, "I can't make you late for your own class."
Ari smiles softly, his thumb rubbing your cheek, "No, you're right. We should get going."
You both get up, Ari placing a quick kiss on your forehead before you start walking in the direction of campus. Once you reach it, you cross across the square, headed to the building, when a familiar voice catches your attention.
You stop in your tracks, looking over your shoulder at the sound of your name being called out, freezing in your spot.
Your breath hitches nervously when your eyes lock with the familiar blues, dark stubble adorning his chiseled jaw, just like the last time you saw him. He takes slow steps closer to you, brown, fluffy hair a little mussed up, his signature shearling jacket hanging heavy on his shoulders.
"Who's that?" Ari whispers, taking a step away from you as to not stand too close.
The familiar cocky smirk that you know all too well grazes his lips as he walks closer, lifting a cigarette to his lips before he takes a drag.
"That's Frank," you mutter, eyes locked on his haunting ones, "My ex."
Looooove it๐ Putting it under a cut cause it's kind of long๐
"Oh he is going to regret this, We're going to fuck with him. Hard."
I love this dirty revenge energy๐ There is nothing more infuriating than a rejected woman๐ Ari definitely deserves it.
"Let's grab that pizza today. I'm not busy after class."
Oh oh, that was a dangerous move and and Ari's behaviour proved how pissed he was afterwards. I would have liked to know what was going on in the minds of the other students, who of course didn't know what was going on๐ I bet it's something like, Oops, he's definitely undersexed.
"We need to talk," he whispers sternly, and just as you're about to protest, he cuts you off, "And I'm not taking no for an answer."
"Or is it the fact he asked me out?"
No comment on the smut part. That's just perfect ๐ค๐ป๐
"I'm going to force-feed you breakfast until it becomes second nature to eat it," he states calmly, one brow lifting dominantly as he watches you.
Damn, dominant caring Ari is a highly addictive drug๐ฅต I mean without Frank this is a pretty perfect situation right now so I bet we should brace ourselves for a bit of drama in the next chapter๐
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i surely can! ๐ this is from โcamp furyโ (working title)
โCan I ask you something?โ You regret the words the second they leave your lips.
โSure.โ
โDo you know what happened to the girl I was supposed to be sharing my cabin with?โ
โI didnโt realise there was anyone missing,โ he replies almost straight away with casual nonchalance.
You narrow your eyes in disbelief. This man is not only a predator, but a goddamn liar too. โSo you donโt remember Megan then?โ
You watch Bucky visibly stiffen in his seat at that, hands gripping the steering wheel a little too tight.
โDonโt ever let Steve hear you say that name Princess, heโll cut your fucking tongue out,โ he advises, his steely facade slipping but as soon as the warning leaves his mouth, his tough composure returns. โSay, you feel like puttinโ that tongue to better use?โ
Buckyโs fingers tickle lightly along your thigh, occasionally squeezing at your bare flesh. He pushes up the material of your sundress, exposing more skin the higher his hand travels.
You grab hold of his hand to stop him, but he merely tightens his grip around your thigh and you let out a pained hiss through clenched teeth.
โYou know that fightinโ me is only gonna get you in trouble,โ he tsks with a light laugh.
โAnd allowing you to take advantage of me isnโt?โ
โItโs not takinโ advantage when you want it.โ
Sweet ones! Hiiii! Hello! ::epic hugs:: I hope youโre all doing well and I miss you so much! ๐ฅบโค๏ธ
I wanted to resurrect my blog one time only to share some exciting news with youโฆ
Iโve created a private membership community where I will be publishing my writing ๐
While I do not miss the toxic hellscape that is Dumblr, I do miss writing and sharing my work with yโall. I miss geeking out over story with you and being horny on main.
In doing some research on various types of publishing, the concept of serial publishing and writer memberships really spoke to me (and it was basically what I was doing here anyway) soooo a hoeโs gonna keep on hoeing, and youโre invited to join in on the shameless shenanigans! ๐
Note: A huge thank you to @geminixevans-stan and @cocobutterqwueen for being my cheerleaders through this chapter and giving me some ideas for the plot!
CEO! Alpha Ari Levinson x Mechanic! Female Omega Reader
gif by @lilacevansโ | divider by @firefly-graphicsโ
Summary | The last thing you need is a distraction while trying to run a small auto shop. Ari Levinson is just that and more.
Delilah spies Ari coming into work, carefully keeping her composure while heโs deeply entranced looking down at his phone, unaware that sheโs sitting at her desk. She knows she only has two weeks left and coming into the office is something that she knows isnโt exactly what she discussed with Ari when he had told her that she would need to find another job. Sheโs aware that her actions placed her into an awkward position with her soon-to-be former boss but with a glowing review that she had forged for herself doesnโt matter โ and Ari would be none the wiser.
Still, she canโt help but watch as he moves past, smiling to himself before the door to his office closes. She knows that heโs messaging you, jealousy bubbling to the surface while she looks at the boxes at her feet.
You donโt match what Ari needs.
Countless days she would smell the hint of motor oil on his clothes and smudges of dirt on his once clean white shirt when he would return from his extended lunch breaks. Coming here was never your scene and Delilah knew that, almost triumphant that Ari had confessed that you werenโt a fan of the giant building or the judgmental stares that you would receive when you were around, confirming Delilahโs reasoning of why you stopped setting foot in his office, that thought cheering her up considerably.
Until Ari started going out for his lunches.
You permeate his conversations, even if he doesnโt say you by name, blocking out time from his calendar that seemed to only increase with the news that you were pregnant. Sheโd already bemoaned your condition to the other assistants who shared her view of you, outright wondering how youโll raise a baby on a mechanicโs salary.
Ari, by all accounts, would need a stay-at-home wife who he could dote on and you were not that by any means of the imagination. Still, Delilah finds it hard to even think about you as a mother-to-be, much less as Ari being the father of your child. She is aware that the blocks of time mean that he never misses a doctorโs appointment, the sonogram placed on his desk so that itโs in full view, something no one would notice unless they were her, placing down his agenda for the day to see that you were a priority. As of now, Delilah is being replaced with a Beta, one of Drysdaleโs former interns who has not been shy about wanting to work for Ari and how excited she is that heโs going to become a father, nearly sighing over the love affair that she swears could be a movie.
Looking at the calendar, Delilah knows she can make enough tweaks in the schedule that Ari wonโt notice, putting away a few more things in boxes before she makes a few more minor adjustments to Ariโs schedule before she takes a box out toward her car.
Tomorrow is another day.
And another way for her to drive another wedge between them.
Dr. Hayes gives you a smile but you feel worse for having her attempt to try to cheer you up. Youโd waited as long as you could for Ari until you knew you couldnโt hold up your appointment any longer, sending him a text that you were going inside. You know you saw her hopeful glance when you checked your phone, hating that you felt like crying when he didnโt respond.
Hormones were not kind to you these days, especially when it came to Ari.
Like it or not, you missed the Alpha that seemed to always permeate your thoughts.
โEverything okay?โ
You hate that sheโs so kind to you. So understanding when you gripe about your morning sickness and how your pants are starting to get a little snug. She answers every question you have about your changing body and the life inside you that is continuing to grow. Youโve changed your diet to account for your nausea and added more vegetables, even when itโs a struggle to eat them. Before you go to bed at night, youโre pouring over baby books before Ari plucks them from your hand and makes you go to bed, soothing you with praise that youโre going to be a great mother, even when you arenโt sure how youโre going to balance work and bringing a new life into this world.
But heโs always been a constant since you started going to your appointments and itโs odd that you donโt hear from him now, the flicker of jealousy threading through you that is still hard to ignore. Delilah is all you can think about, knowing that she still is asking Ari as a reference, even after all sheโs done. You donโt tell him how to navigate this relationship with his former assistant. All you can do is set your boundaries and let him know that you will not go near his office as long as sheโs there, even if sheโs packing up her things.
But it still unnerves you as youโre settled back, Dr. Hayes applying the cold gel on your bare belly.
โEasy,โ she soothes, hearing your hiss of discomfort. โI know, youโd think theyโd find something warmer.โ
Youโre perfectly still as the wand glides over your belly, eyes glued to the monitor when you finally hear it.
The fast thumps of a heartbeat that makes you tear up.
โItโs alright,โ Dr. Hayes reminds you, plucking a tissue from the box as you take it. โItโs beautiful, isnโt it? Nice and healthy.โ
The roar from your Challenger drowns out the ringing from your cell, answering the call while you continue down the highway.
โThere you are,โ Ari says in relief, hearing him sigh. โIโm sorry, I saw your texts. Did I miss something?โ
โMy doctorโs appointment.โ
Thereโs a heavy silence on the other end, the sound of keys clicking before you hear him swear. You know itโs the hormones that are making your eyes well up, even if you know it doesnโt make sense. Heโs busy and heโs been working overtime to make sure he gets more time on the backend to spent with you.
โShit,โ he mutters. โI thought it was tomorrow.โ
โNo,โ you answer coldly. โIt was today.โ
โFuck,โ Ari sighs. โIs everything okay? The baby alright?โ
โFine.โ
โSweetheart, Iโm sorry I missed it. My schedule has been all over the place today.โ
โEverything has to be scheduled, doesnโt it?โ you ask, your foot pressing on the accelerator. โYou canโt just remember it off the top of your head. You said this was important to you, remember?โ
โIt is,โ Ari stresses. โOf course it is.โ
โThen why werenโt you there?โ
Frustrated at the idea that you understand why he missed it and the fact that he wasnโt present, you keep your mouth shut, angrily wiping away your tears.
โI was in meetings all day. Had I seen the appointment, I would have been there but I didnโt see it and Iโm sorry. You know I wouldnโt miss something so important intentionally.โ
โI heard the heartbeat,โ you huff out.
โWhat? Why didnโt you call me?โ Ari counters, his voice raising in surprise.
โI tried to call you before I went in and I texted you. You never answered.โ
โYou could have recorded it,โ Ari reasons, your temper flaring at his suggestion.
โRecord the heartbeat so you could hear when you could have been there instead? Itโs our baby, not just another meeting you wanted someone to record.โ
โI would have been there if it wasnโt for Delilahโs mess up,โ Ari counters. โFor you to think Iโd miss out on hearing our babyโs heartbeat is -โ
โDelilah?โ you ask him, voice low with distrust. โI thought you said you took care of her.โ
โI did,โ Ari confirms. โSheโs already packing up her things.โ
โYou told me she was gone.โ
โShe is, technically.โ
โTechnically? Are you kidding me?โ
You hang up before he has a chance to respond, tossing the phone onto the passengerโs seat as you turn up the music, Jimi Hendrixโs โAll Along the Watchtowerโ drowning out Ariโs returning phone call.
โGive her a little,โ Todd reasons to the frazzled Alpha on the other end of the line. โShe goes out for long drives when she needs to calm her nerves.โ
โItโs past midnight,โ Ari snaps, the slight growl in his voice making Todd sigh.
โGetting stressed out isnโt going to make her come home faster. You know her. Sheโs going to come home when sheโs good and ready.โ
Before he can say another word, he hears the sound of the engine that seems to purr in the driveway before it shuts off. He knows that youโre safe, firing off a text to his security to cease searching for you, standing by the door as he hears the key in the door. When it opens, your eyes meet his, his mouth set in a frown.
He knows he shouldnโt say a word. Both of you are upset and he knows that. Still, watching you close the door without even saying a single word has him reeling, the thought of you out late and alone making him rehash all the โwhat ifsโ in his head.
โThatโs it?โ he begins, your steps faltering before you look over your shoulder.
โThatโs what? The end of my drive? Yes.โ
โThatโs not what I mean, and you know it. Itโs almost two in the morning.โ
Crossing your arms over your chest, Ari canโt help but want to argue back. He knows that stance, the one you make when youโre not going to back down.
And neither is he.
โDidnโt know I had a curfew.โ
He runs his hand down his face, tempering his need to remind you that itโs safer to have you home at night than careening down the freeway. Deep down, he knows that youโre never going to put yourself or the baby in danger but the reminder is still there, on the tip of his tongue as he crosses his arms over his chest.
โAre we really doing this? I was worried about you and you didnโt let me explain.โ
โExplain what? Why Delilah was still messing with your schedule? After you told me you had taken care of it? Is that what youโre calling it now? Letting her still look over your schedule so that she can continue to make just enough changes that you wonโt notice because you work so much?โ
โNo,โ Ari counters, shaking his head. โSheโs done. She was at the office packing up her things.โ
โAnd Iโm sure she didnโt touch your calendar while you were in and out of meetings,โ you snap back in reply.
โI would have remembered if it was moved.โ
โYou thought it was tomorrow,โ you fire back. โYou told me that you would never miss a single appointment. That you would keep up on your schedule. Looks like Delilah strikes again.โ
Ari sighs at your tone, knowing youโre already getting upset.
โCan we please just go to bed and talk about this in the morning?โ he asks, trying to maintain some sense of control that is beginning to unravel.
โSo we can pretend that she wasnโt trying to sabotage you? Again?โ
โUpstairs,โ Ari commands, your eyes going wide as he realizes what heโs done.
โDid you just Alpha command me?! Are you fucking serious?!โ
Your outrage makes it much worse when he sees the tears in your eyes.
โI didnโt mean to,โ Ari says slowly, watching you turn your back on him, heading up the stairs as you take them two at a time. โIโm sorry. Can you just let me explain?โ
โI canโt believe you,โ you reply bitterly, wiping away a tear as he heads toward the stairs.
Youโre gone before he even has a rebuttal, hearing the door to your shared bedroom open before it closes, Ari following suit.
The door opens, an armful of clothes and towels in your arms before you push past him, crossing over to the guest bedroom before you slam it shut, locking it as Ari leans against the door, his forehead pressed against the door as he hears your sniffle, the sound breaking his heart.
โIโm sorry,โ Ari apologizes. โI donโt know what came over me. I shouldnโt have commanded you at all.โ
Heโs met with silence as he realizes what was in your hands.
An armful of your clothes, a few towels and a few of his shirts.
Ari lightly taps his fist on the door, closing his eyes in defeat.
You were making a nest.
Past tense, enough for Ari to only get more upset at himself that he hadnโt noticed, shaking his head in disgust in how heโs treated you. Itโs quiet on the other side of the door, the light flicking off as he realizes that you arenโt coming back out to talk to him.
โAre you hungry?โ he asks hopefully, wishing for some sort of answer.
He gets nothing, pacing back and forth down the hallway as he dials Toddโs number. He knows itโll only serve to get the other Omega riled up at what heโs done but heโs the only one that he trusts to tell him the truth.
โYou are such an idiot,โ Todd mutters on the other end. โYou Alpha commanded her?! What a bonehead thing to do. Youโre supposed to be one of the good ones!โ
โI get it,โ Ari answers him, the urge to smoke overwhelming to calm his nerves. He knows that is out of the question โ he quit the minute you had wrinkled your nose at the smell of it and gave him a lecture on how bad it was for his health.
โDo you? Where is she?โ
โThe guest bedroom,โ Ari gripes. โShe wonโt talk to me.โ
โI wouldnโt either. Not with an Alpha command.โ
โPoint taken, Todd.โ
โIโm serious, Levinson. Youโre lucky she didnโt try to leave. Consider yourself lucky that she went into the other room.โ
Ari heaves a hard sigh, hating that heโs upset you.
โHow do I fix it?โ
โEasy. Stop being a bonehead.โ
โTodd.โ
โLevinson,โ Todd answers. โSheโs tough. But that doesnโt mean she doesnโt have feelings. Give her some space and think about how youโll fix it. And I mean really fix it. None of this textbook apology crap. You fucked up and you need to own it. How you do that is beyond me.โ
Ari stares at the closed door, sighing to himself as he knows Todd is right.
โShe also said she isnโt opening the door for you at all tonight so stop hovering,โ Todd recites from his phone. โBetter not hold your breath that sheโs going to open it.โ
โThanks,โ Ari says with a roll of his eyes as Todd laughs before the line disconnects.
You donโt feel much better by morning, ignoring every single text and voicemail that Ari has left, your morning nausea making you scramble to the bathroom. Ever since heโd come back from the store that one morning, heโd been extra cautious with you, asking you to check in wherever you went. While you chalked it up to Alpha paranoia, you also knew that he hadnโt been as forthcoming when youโd seen him on the news, a shot between him and Steve Rogers, Captain America himself, leaving the same store amid the news heโd broken up a fight.
Youโd expected some secrets from Ari. His background had always been a little bit of a secret โ heโd kept quiet when you asked him about his life before he was the CEO you know of, opting to let you know that heโd done some outside consulting for Nick Fury and that was the extent of his response, reminding you that his past was not nearly as exciting as you had thought it to be.
It certainly made you wonder how he and Tony Stark knew each other.
But more importantly, he wasnโt like Steve. You prided yourself on finding someone who didnโt act like the stoic Captain America.
Until he Alpha commanded you.
Youโre still upset, even as you turn on the shower, the warm water hitting your skin as you sigh in relief, letting the water fall while you force yourself to think of something brighter. Todd already told you that Ari is beside himself with trying to make things right, hinting that the Alpha was immediately sorry for what heโd done and that Todd had said nothing except that he needed to fix it.
You know the reason you had trouble sleeping was that you were separated from Ari, something that you were used a few weeks ago when youโd put distance between yourself and him when it came to Delilah. Youโd tossed and turned the entire night, trying to get comfortable until you settled down with one of his shirts that still had his scent on it, slipping into a slight lull before the sun woke you.
Waking up without the big Alpha next to you had been jarring, enough for you to hate that he had such an effect on you that youโd willed away the tears. It didnโt help that you wanted to show him your ultrasound that you had been saving for when you finally got the courage to face him.
It shouldnโt be this hard and a part of you grumbles when you finish your shower, wrapping a thick towel around you while you dry yourself off, going about your daily routine when you hear something near the bedroom door, stopping to see if itโs him hovering before you hear the sound of him heading downstairs, the garage door opening before you hear his car start up. As unbelievable as it sounds, you feel slighted still, hoping heโd at least try to make amends before he went to work.
After youโre dressed, youโre cautious when you open the door, uncovering the silver platter as you crouch down, looking at the spread in front of you. It has every single breakfast food you love, carefully plated while you pick it up and head back inside your room. You know Ari told his chef what you liked for breakfast, popping a strawberry into your mouth as you settle on the bed. Coffee is out of the question these days, Butterfinger hot chocolate replacing your usual staple. Not that you mind one bit, sipping it slowly after you take a bite of your French toast.
Your mood brightens a little, noting that Ari had been particularly thoughtful, even if he hadnโt said a single word to you. Still, his Alpha command looms over your head once more, wishing that your brain didnโt remind you that he made a mistake.
Todd is up to something.
While you canโt put your finger on what it is, you know something isnโt right. Heโs far too cheerful to show you the line of cars that are waiting for you, your fingers itching to get under the hood as Todd continues to ramble on about each car and what needs to be repaired until you finally catch him hesitating.
โWhat are you hiding?โ
โMe?โ Todd questions, raising an eyebrow in mock surprise. โWhat are you talking about?โ
โWeโve been outside for thirty minutes. I know every single thing about these cars now.โ
โNo reason,โ Todd draws out, looking behind his shoulder. โJust wanted you to be aware of what youโre walking into.โ
โIโm sure,โ you mutter, turning back around to head inside the shop.
Todd doesnโt stop you when you head back inside, your keys jingling before you unlock the door to the garage, turning on the light as you stop in your tracks.
Brand new tools line the back wall, shiny and pristine with the logos drilled overhead to fit the aesthetic.
You already know itโs Ariโs handiwork, right down to the toolboxes that have your name etched on the side.
โHe came in this morning to make sure everything was delivered on time,โ Todd says behind you. โSomething about making sure you had everything you needed. What do you think?โ
The lump in your throat doesnโt want to go away no matter how hard you are willing it to. First the breakfast and now this.
โItโs nice,โ you murmur, Todd groaning in response.
โNice? Thereโs over twenty thousand dollars worth of brand new tools in here. Thatโs more than nice.โ
โFantastic,โ you reply, Todd shaking his head at you.
โYouโre both ridiculous.โ
โI am not.โ
โYou are too,โ Todd argues. โListen, heโs a bonehead Alpha but you know he didnโt meant to Alpha command you.โ
โHe told me to go upstairs, Todd. Like I was a child.โ
โI get it. It was a stupid thing to do and he shouldnโt have done it. But also, heโs trying to make things right.โ
โHe Alpha commanded me.โ You know you sound whiny but you donโt care, still trying to manage all the emotions that are bubbling to the surface. โHe was supposed to be different.โ
โHe is. Do you think an Alpha would go through all this trouble to make things right? You arenโt even mated yet and heโs trying to make amends. Heโs letting you decide the timeline. Iโd say thatโs rare for an Alpha. He cares about you and you know it.โ
โI like the tools,โ you mutter, picking up a drill and examining it.
โSo then you forgive him?โ
You put it back down, investigating a screwdriver.
โI donโt know yet.โ
Itโs late when Ari gets home, his day of searching for the next thing heโs going to buy you now within reach. Itโll cost him but itโs worth it, knowing that youโre somewhere inside the house by the sight of your car in the driveway. Heโs still giving you your space, even if itโs been days since he had apologized โ and continues to do so in the only ways he knows how.
But itโs what catches his eye that gets him to stop before he heads up the stairs, looking at the magnet on the fridge that is holding up a picture.
Not just any picture.
Ari plucks it from the magnet, studying it as his heart slams into his chest, his hands slightly shaking at the sight of it.
โHoly shit,โ he mutters in disbelief, his eyes making out every single shape.
He doesnโt know how long heโs been standing, looking at the ultrasound picture that he hasnโt been able to let go of. Itโs a confirmation that heโs going to be a father, swallowing hard as he vows to never let anything happen to you or the baby before he looks up at the staircase, the second floor dark with no sign of you around, even if he knows that youโre still in the guest bedroom.
Ari makes it to the closed door of your bedroom, sighing as he knows he should leave you alone.
โThank you for the picture,โ he says against the door. โIโm sorry I wasnโt there and Iโm sorry that I canโt seem to make things right. Iโll keep trying until I do so. For you and our baby. I love you both.โ
He leans his head against the door, hoping to hear something from you.
โThree oโclock,โ you respond behind the door. โTwo weeks from now.โ
โIโll be there,โ Ari tells you, his sigh of relief audible. โI promise.โ
After a long pause, he hears you move away from the door.
โAnd I like the new tools.โ
โEnough for you to come out?โ Ari asks hopefully.
I was so happy when I saw you on my dashboard but now I'm not okay, this chapter broke my heart a little๐ฅบ
โYou could have recorded it,โ
Excuse me but this is not even an option, since it's still Ariโs fault he missed the appointmentโ๐ป
โDidnโt know I had a curfew. [...] Thatโs what? The end of my drive? Yes.โ
I love her sass even though it comes from her hurt. She is not willing to back down because she is in the right. Ari SHOULD have gotten rid of Delilah immediately and completely.
You were making a nest.
okay I am very close to crying...๐ข
โIโm sorry I wasnโt there and Iโm sorry that I canโt seem to make things right. Iโll keep trying until I do so. For you and our baby. I love you both.โ
Series Summary: Newly dumped and freshly fucked by a handsome stranger you met at a bar, you start your final year at college in high spirits. Only to realize that your new teacher in your Diplomatic Negotiations class, is none other than the guy you had an amazing one night stand with.
Chapter Warnings: Tension, sexual innuendos/smut implied, teacher Ari being a toxic asshole, mentions of toxic exes, angst/insecure reader.
Word Count: 3500 (this is short to make it work in the story lol)
The beautiful divider is by @firefly-graphics
Your heart is ramming against your ribcage as you follow Ari down the hall in the direction of his office.
He unlocks the door before he opens it, letting you inside and then shutting it behind the two of you.
Your eyes move over the small space, a thick wooden desk sat in the middle, rows of bookshelves behind it. He has a couch up against the back wall with a coffee table in front of it, but all in all the office seems impersonal. Nothing hanging on the walls, no pictures.
You figure it might be because he hasn't been around long enough to give it personal touches yet.
Ari gestures to the chair placed in front of his desk while he walks behind it, taking a seat in the office chair, facing you. You slink down into the seat, letting your bag drop to the floor as your legs cross, fingers gripping the hem of your short skirt nervously.
"So," Ari breathes, running a hand through his hair before he leans forward on his elbows on the desk, "How are you feeling?"
You clear your throat a little, nodding shortly, "I feel much better. Thank you for your concern, I'm sorry for worrying you."
Your words are formal, polite, your voice lower than usual. He's so intimidating, huge in stature and his gaze is relentless, eyeing you dominantly.
Ari's lips lift into a small smile, "You're welcome. I gotta say, I did start to think you'd dropped the class because of what happened."
You chuckle quietly, a shake of your head, "I wouldn't drop a class just because a teacher was hard on me, I don't give up that easily."
"That wasn't what I meant," Ari says, cocking a brow, "But good to know."
Your cheeks heat up, eyes darting down to watch your fingers play with the hem of your skirt.
"Should we talk about that?" Ari asks, your gaze not meeting his, "About what happened?"
You shrug bashfully, sinking in on yourself shyly as you reply, "Uh, I mean, we don't have to, we've been ignoring it so far-"
"Yeah, that doesn't really work for me," he interjects suddenly, making your eyes lift to meet his as he continues, "I think we need to talk about it."
You can feel your cheeks burning hot as your eyes hold his, the soft blue of them a stark contrast to his features, "What do we need to talk about?"
He dips his head, eyes boring into yours, "You know what we need to talk about."
You swallow nervously, your brows furrowing as your teeth dig into your bottom lip for a moment before you mumble, "I know, but it's really not necessary. We were drunk, we barely knew each other and this is clearly a very awkward situation. I think talking about it might make it worse."
"Is that really how you feel?"
He tilts his head, making your brows pull into a frown as you watch him.
"I mean, yeah. Don't you? It was just one time, there's no reason it should ruin anything for either of us."
"What do you mean, ruin?"
"That you're a teacher," you reply in confusion, "You could get fired and I could probably get kicked out if anyone found out."
Ari hums and nods, your eyes locked on his as he gets up from his chair and moves to stand in front of you. He leans back on his desk, his deep blue eyes holding yours, "You're right. It would be really bad if anyone found out."
Your heart is racing in response to his close proximity, the deep baritone of his voice. You straighten a little in your chair, fingers tugging absentmindedly on your skirt.
His eyes follow your movement, slowly trailing up your legs to your thighs, "That's a little short, don't you think?"
You swallow nervously, your entire body feeling feverish under his gaze. His eyes slowly trail up the rest of your body before they land on yours, one brow lifting in a question.
Your voice is meek as you speak, eyes going wide, "I-uhm.. Yes, I probably shouldn't wear it, anymore, it's too short.."
Ari swiftly shakes his head, his palms landing flat on the desk as he leans back, eyes still intense as they hold yours, "Didn't say that. I quite like it, actually."
Your thighs clench together at his voice, it's deep and sultry, his words sending a shiver through you. You can feel your mind slipping into that lustful space, responding to his dominant tone immediately.
"You do?"
Your words are barely a whisper, and Ari's lips lift into a smirk at the sound of it.
"Yeah, I do. This isn't the first time you're wearing it, either. I've noticed. Is that for my benefit?"
His arms cross over his chest, making his biceps bulge out in the tight button up shirt he's wearing. His legs spread a little wider as he leans on the table, your eyes immediately darting down to his crotch since it's directly within your eye-line.
Your eyes widen, breath hitching when you notice the bulge forming, making you immediately dart them back up to meet his again.
Ari chuckles deeply, sweeping a hand through his hair, the thick strands flowing back deliciously, "God, I fucking love how shy you get. Just a submissive little thing, aren't you?"
A whimper catches in your throat, wide doe eyes staring up at him. You can practically feel your heart lurch to your throat, nerves making your body tingle.
You watch as he slowly leans forward until his hands land on the arms of the chair you're in, caging you in, his face only inches from yours as he whispers, "I can't stop thinking about that night. How good you felt, how well you did for me. I have to say, sweetheart, I was more than a little disappointed when I woke up the next morning alone."
You inhale sharply when he leans close to your ear, lips brushing over it when he whispers, "Why'd you sneak out, hm? You don't think I did a good enough job? I made you come so hard you cried for me, you don't think I deserved a cuddle for that in return?"
You can't help yourself; your hands slowly lift to grip his biceps when he tucks his face into your neck, fingers squeezing the strong muscles as he inhales deeply.
"Answer me," he husks out, a shudder running through you when his beard tickles your sensitive skin, "Answer daddy."
This time, the small whimper slips out, tumbles past your lips needily. It's like you're losing all control, any rational thought you might have had leaving your hazy mind.
Ari growls lowly at the sound, his head dipping back to look at you, cerulean eyes burning into yours, "C'mon now, use your words."
You take a deep breath, your wide eyes bouncing between the blue of his as you whisper, "Yes daddy, you did a really good job.."
Ari's lips lift into a smirk, his eyes trailing over your face, "Thought so. Why'd you leave, then? You don't like cuddling, hm? I've been told I'm pretty good at it, don't understand why you didn't think so."
His nose nudges yours, and it hurls you right back to that night, images of how good he felt rushing through your mind.
"I.. I thought that's what I was supposed to do.. That's what you do with a-a one night stand.."
Ari shakes his head slowly, holding searing eye contact when he speaks, "Oh poor thing, you thought that was only going to happen once? If I'd known you were gonna run out on me I would have woken you up with my face buried between those pretty thighs of yours. I'm still upset you didn't let me get a proper taste, you're going to have to make it up to me for that."
"Ari," you whisper, blinking nervously, "What.. What do you mean?"
"I think we can still have some fun," he hums, one hand suddenly on your thigh, trailing upwards slowly, "You just gotta promise not to tell anyone. Can you do that for me, honey? I promise to be so good to you, you just can't tell anyone. I know you want to do it again, I know you've been thinking about it just as much as I have. I don't think I can spend the entire semester looking at you and not have you. Especially not when you wear things like this."
He tugs on your skirt teasingly, a flurry of butterflies bursting in your stomach at the notion.
He's so close, his pink plump lips only inches from yours and you can barely stop yourself from lunging forward, planting them on his.
In fact, you're just about to, you've just made up your mind, slowly moving forward, inching closer..
Until a loud knock on the door startles the both of you.
Within a fraction of a section, Ari leans back and away from you, a quiet gasp leaving your lips when the door is swung open.
Ari steps away from his desk, circling it to reach one of his bookshelves as the person so rudely interrupting the two of you speaks, "Levinson, are you ready for-"
Your head swivels to look over your shoulder, taking in the tall stature of the man who's just entered Ari's office.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you had office hours right now."
Your eyes trail over the man, taking in his blue eyes, thick beard and buzzcut. You recognize him immediately, he teaches engineering, Andrea took his class last year.
"It's alright, Curtis, we were just finishing up," Ari says dismissively, picking a book from the shelf and placing it on his desk. He quickly scribbles something inside it before directing his next words to you, "This might help a little with the question you had, it'll give you a deeper understanding of the subject."
Your wide eyes move to Ari, a hesitant nod of your head as you muster up enough courage to say, "Uh, yeah, thank you, Mr. Levinson."
You get up from your seat, picking up your bag from the floor and leaning forward to take the book when he slides it over to you, mumbling quietly, "Thank you for your help."
Your eyes shortly meet Curtis', whose looking at you with a raised brow before you hurriedly say, "See you in class tomorrow," and dart out of his office.
You rush down the hall, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves once you're back outside. The sky is grey, but you spot a small beam of sun peaking through, a little gloomy and indicating the oncoming fall, and it matches your feelings perfectly in a sense.
What the hell just happened?
Your heart is still racing, nerves completely on end from that encounter with Ari. Your fingers are digging into the book he gave you as you hold it close to your chest, your body flushed and almost sweaty.
Your feet start walking before you even tell them to, bringing you in the direction of home.
You need to calm down, need to be alone so you can process what the hell just happened.
As soon as you arrive home, however, you realize that won't be possible. The door slams shut behind you, and not a second later you hear Andrea yell out, "Hiya hon, you're back early."
You sigh deeply, your hand rubbing over your forehead as you toe off your shoes in the hallway. You trudge into the living room, practically glaring at Andrea once she's within sight, making her brows furrow in response, "What's wrong?"
You groan in frustration, plopping yourself down on the couch while practically slamming the book Ari handed you on the coffee table, "Ari fucking Levinson happened."
Andrea chuckles, her eyes scanning over the book in her lap as she speaks, "What happened now?"
"He asked me to come see him after class," you mumble, placing your feet on the table, "And then we almost kissed."
Andrea jolts up, her head whipping to the side to look at you, wide eyed and stunned, "What?!"
"Yeah," you breathe out, running your hands through your hair nervously, "The only reason we didn't was because Mr. Everett walked in."
"Holy shit," Andrea murmurs, watching you closely as you sit unfocused, staring into the space in front of you, your mind running a mile a minute, "What happened?"
"He asked me to come see him, we were supposed to meet before I got sick, remember? And then yesterday I saw he'd written a bunch of emails while I was out sick, so I-"
"Wait," Andrea interrupts, slamming her book shut and tossing it aside, "What do you mean he sent a bunch of emails?"
"Look for yourself," you murmur, opening up your email on your phone and handing it to her, "So I went to go see him, but then he-"
"Jesus," Andrea mumbles, interrupting you as she scrolls through the emails, "This is a lot."
"I know," you sigh, covering your face with your hands, "I know, it's a lot."
"No, babe," Andrea corrects, pushing your shoulder, "These emails, what the fuck? It's so unprofessional, sure, but like.. He was worried."
"I know," you mumble, frowning as you look at her, "He wrote that himself."
Andrea scoffs, eyes lifting from your phone to look at you, "No, I mean, look at this."
"I read them," you reply incredulously, "I'm aware-"
"No, girl, he likes you!" She exclaims, shoving the phone screen in your face, "He fucking likes you!"
You roll your eyes, plucking the phone from her fingers to scroll through it, "I don't think that's it, I think it's just because he was worried. Maybe he thought I dropped the class and was going to tell on him, or something."
"Oh shut up," Andrea responds, rolling her eyes, "You just told me you guys almost kissed. I think he likes you. Like, for real likes you."
"That's ridiculous," you mumble, looking up at her, "Why would he like me? He's like, twice my age, and besides, it can't happen between us. What almost happened in his office should have never happened, I shouldn't even be telling you right now, it could fuck everything up for both of us."
"Oh please," Andrea snickers, "Like I would ever tell a soul. But what are you going to do? What do you think would have happened if you hadn't been interrupted?"
You quirk a brow, "I think he would have bent me over that desk and fucked me senseless."
Andrea's eyes widen before she laughs loudly, nudging your shoulder and making you chuckle, "How romantic."
You scoff, rolling your eyes, "Yeah, I know, real life Romeo and Juliet."
"So how'd you two not get found out? Did Mr. Everett see you?"
You shake your head, "No, Ari played it off real well, you'd almost think he had experience with it. He handed me that book, pretended that's why I was there."
You point to the book on the coffee table, and Andrea picks it up, flipping through the pages, "Hm, that's smart of him.."
Then her smile widens, her fingers stilling on a page, "Oh, he is clever."
"What?"
She turns the book to let you see the page, a smirk on her lips, "If I'm not mistaken, that's his phone number right there."
Your brows raise in surprise when you read the message written on the second page in the book, accompanied by a number.
We're not done here. Text me tonight.
"So?" Jessica asks, swallowing her dinner, "Did you text him yet?"
Andrea spilled the beans the second Jessica walked through the door, and part of you feels a little guilty, considering Ari explicitly told you not to tell anyone.
But they both already knew about what had happened, they were there and saw it, and they've been your closest friends since childhood. There's no way they would tell anyone when you've asked them not to.
You shake your head, "No."
You take a bite of your food, shaking your head again when you swallow and notice the glare both of them sends you, "No! Absolutely not, I am not texting him."
"Yes you are!" Andrea exclaims, looking at you pointedly, "You have to!"
You snort loudly, "I don't have to do anything."
"Why won't you text him?" Jessica whines, making you look over at her, "Come on, it would be so exciting!"
You look at her incredulously, "For who, exactly?"
"US!" They both exclaim simultaneously before Andrea follows it up with, "You have the chance to have an affair with a teacher. An insanely hot one, at that. Come on, it would be the most exciting thing you've ever done in your fucking life, you have to do it!"
You cock a brow at her, "Frank and I had sex in his car once, I'd say that's pretty exc-"
"Nope!" Jessica cuts you off, "Doesn't even come close. And I told you not to mention that asshole, I'm going to start setting up a swear jar for him. You have to put in a dollar every time you say his name."
You roll your eyes, your fork moving around your plate as you mumble, "Well, excuse me for not being over it yet.."
Jessica sighs, smiling softly, "Sweetie, we know he broke your heart. But he is no good, he is so toxic, part of me is glad he did it. He's not healthy for you."
"Oh, and sleeping with my teacher would be?" You scoff, moving your food around on the plate but not taking a bite, "Can you even hear yourself right now?"
"Sleeping with your teacher would be exciting," Andrea counters, looking at you, "It would be good for you to get out of your shell a little, get some experience that doesn't include stupid Frank."
Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, chewing on it nervously as you contemplate their words. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about what it would be like to have a secret affair with your teacher, Ari Levinson no less. He is gorgeous, and he fucks like a beast, he made you come so hard you cried; you've never ever felt that way before. You thought Frank was good in bed, but compared to Ari, he doesn't even come close.
But you're also worried Ari will eventually get bored of you, just like Frank did, and toss you aside. You're not an idiot, you know he can have any woman he wants, he's fucking sex on legs. Not to mention how smart he is, to top it off. He exudes charm, and charisma, and dominance - just thinking about it makes your thighs clench together.
Andrea notices your silence, her hand reaching across the table to land on top of yours, "Don't do anything you're uncomfortable with. Make up your own mind, don't do it just because we're saying you should. If you don't want to, you don't have to."
"I'm just still feeling.. Vulnerable," you whisper, looking up at them both hesitantly, "I'm worried it's going to end up the exact same way as with Frank."
"Then don't message him," Jessica smiles softly, "Ignore it, and him, and just.. Let it be what it is. You had fun, he's your teacher now, and in a few months, it'll be over. Just pretend it didn't happen, and if he tries again, shut him down. You don't have to do anything you don't want to."
You decided to follow your gut and not pursue this.. whatever it is.
As you got ready for bed that night, you felt strong in your conviction. Ari is just a man, he's not a god, and you are a woman who is strong enough to resist her urges.
But as you sat in your pajamas, under the covers, about to turn off the lights, you decided to give in. Just a little bit.
You get up to find the book, flipping to the second page, your phone in hand. You quickly type in the number before you write a message, one that you hope would make your intentions clear.
You: I don't think this is a good idea, it's best we just leave it be. I'm sorry, I just feel unsure about the whole thing, and I'm not in a good place to be getting caught up in anything this dramatic, yet. I hope we can still be civil, though.
You chew on your bottom lip nervously as you crawl back in your bed, waiting for a reply. Part of you is hoping he might try to fight for it, a little bit. Maybe even try to convince it's not just about sex, even though that's what it seems like right now.
Ten minutes go by, which quickly turn into twenty, and it ultimately makes you turn off the lights as you sink down into the mattress, pulling the comforter up to your chin.
Just as your eyes close, preparing for sleep, your phone buzzes on the nightstand.
You quickly sit up, a flurry of nerves running through you at the prospect of what he might have replied, but it all turns to anger when you read his response.
OMG I LOOOVE THIS CHAPTER๐ DN! Ari is my new favorite drug!
"God, I fucking love how shy you get. Just a submissive little thing, aren't you?"
Damn that contrast between Ari and the reader๐ค I see so much of myself in the reader, it's almost disturbing๐ so where is my personal Ari at my university๐๐ปโโ๏ธ
"Answer me," he husks out, a shudder running through you when his beard tickles your sensitive skin, "Answer daddy."
This scene in his office, the way he teases her, this use your words, how he is pushing her out of her comfort zone. I mean this is pure smut without being sexual explicit and I love how naturally you write itโฃ๏ธ
Ari: Who is this?
Can't wait for the next chapter๐ I bet my left pinky that one of the reader's friends won't keep her mouth shut about the affair and I look forward to more CE character cameos... will we get to know Frank soon? ๐
Title: Return to Sender [2 of 7] Sequel to Unwrapped
Pairing: Dark!Andy Barber x Reader
Summary: Andy Barber promised he would never let you go, and come hell or high water, heโs going to keep that promise.
Warnings: Dubcon/Noncon, Kidnapping, Minor Violence, Gaslighting, Basement Wife Trope, Manipulation
A/N:ย whew!! this chapter brings with it some plot, a little insight into our readerโs time with Andy, andโฆ a surprise guest! well, not so much a guest as another layer to the plot who will be fairly important, but still. i also want to do a little something different with this fic. i donโt normally write happy endings, butโฆ i wanted to give you all the chance to have a little input. at the end of this chapter, there will be a link that you can use to vote anonymously and tell me what youโd like to see! want me to go full dark? want to see something a little more upbeat? let me know!
This is a work of FICTION, and it is Dark, so I assume once youโve clicked through the link that you are comfortable with that. I do not give consent for my work to be copied, translated, or posted elsewhere, even if I am credited. This work is entirely mine, and unbetaโd, so read at your own risk!
The hotel room is small, two narrow beds shoved into the cramped space, and a matchbox bathroom for the two of you to share. Well, three if you count Dove. She slept fitfully the night before, wailing long into the night until finally she exhausted herself, slumping against you only a few minutes ago. And even now, after Doveโs cries have finally ceased, you find yourself sleepless, staring at the pitted ceiling.ย
This isnโt her normal bedtime routine, sleeping in a strange place with woman sheโd never met, hearing the sounds of strangers lives leaking through the walls. You donโt blame her for not going down easy, not in these circumstances. Alone with your thoughts, anxiety gnaws the tail end of each one, biting off their edges and leaving them jagged, fragmented.ย
Series Summary: Newly dumped and freshly fucked by a handsome stranger you met at a bar, you start your final year at college in high spirits. Only to realize that your new teacher in your Diplomatic Negotiations class, is none other than the guy you had an amazing one night stand with.
Chapter Warnings: Tension, a bit of angsty feelings, stern teacher Ari, talk of past relationships/exes, sexual tension, pining, surprise character appearances!
Word Count: 7000
The beautiful divider is by @firefly-graphics
As soon as Ari calls for a ten minute break, you dart out of the auditorium. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest as you hurry to the bathroom, slamming the cubicle door behind you, head dropping into your hands.
You let out a muffled scream of frustration, tears threatening to spill over. How could this be happening?
This can't be real. This is your most important class for the semester, you can't afford to do poorly and you can't drop it, it's mandatory to earn your degree.
You take a deep breath, squaring your shoulders as you drop your hands from your face.
Okay. Okay. You can do this.
You just have to be a grown up about it, there's no way around it. So you had a one night stand and the guy turns out to be your new teacher.
So what, right?
Maybe he doesn't even remember you. Both of you were wasted, and you snuck out before he woke up, there's a chance he doesn't remember what you look like.
You walk out to the sinks, staring at yourself in the mirror as you do your best at a pep-talk.
You can do this. Just be a big girl and go back out there.
You gather your thoughts before you step back out into the hallway, turning to head in the direction of the auditorium. When you enter the large lecture hall, your eyes immediately land on Ari as he stands at the front of the class, leaning on his desk, arms crossed over his chest.
He's surrounded by some of the girls from your class, eagerly lapping up every single word he utters, gesturing with his hands once in a while to punctuate his words.
You groan internally, your eyes not missing the way his arms bulge in the white dress shirt, the fabric rolled up to his elbows and restraining his biceps a little. He's paired the shirt with a pair of navy slacks, something completely different from what you saw him in this weekend.
Your teeth dig into your bottom lip while you make your way back to your seat, pulling out your phone as you slump against the desk.
You: you won't believe what's happening to me right now
Andrea: what happened?
Jessica: are you okay???
You: remember the gentle beast that fucked me within an inch of my life this weekend?
Jessica: HELL YEAH I DO
Andrea: obviously
You: okay, well, i'm currently at my Diplomatic Negotiations class. Guess who the new teacher is
Andrea: ... no
You: yes
Andrea: NO
You: yes....
Jessica: OMG WHAT THE FUCK
Ari's voice snaps your attention away from your phone and back to the real world, your eyes lifting in the direction of the sound.
"Alright everyone, settle down. Let's get started again."
You watch him for a moment, how he runs a hand through his long locks as he checks the course book, how his slender fingers flip the page.
He drops the book back on his desk, leaning against it casually as he looks out at the class.
"I know we have a lot of really great stuff written in these books," he says, eyes fanning over the class, "but a lot of the time, that's really not how it works. It depends where you work, and who you're negotiating with, for the most part. It also depends on what type of job you have."
Someone raises their hand, asking Ari about what his background is, making him chuckle.
"What haven't I done?"
The next hour is spent listening to his stories, each one even more unbelievable than the one before. The way he speaks is mesmerizing, a confident air around him that makes you eat up every word enthusiastically.
Blue eyes will find yours once in a while, setting off a flurry of butterflies inside you.
You think he definitely remembers you, but by the way he's playing it off it seems like he doesn't care much.
That's good, you can do that.
Pretend like nothing happened, ignore any memories and thoughts that pop up.
You can definitely do that.
Class ends after an hour of Ari's stories, the girls in the front row giggling when he finishes off with a joke. You roll your eyes at their attempt at seeming interesting, packing up your bag quickly so you can head out.
You slink your way out of the rows, your free hand tugging on your skirt to ensure you're not flashing anyone (you were right, it's much too short), taking quick steps towards the exit.
You glance over your shoulder right as you pull the door open, and much to your surprise, your eyes immediately find Ari's.
There are three giggling girls gathered around him, asking questions, and yet his eyes find yours immediately.
His brows are a little furrowed, his tongue darting out to wet his plump bottom lip when they drop down the length of your body and then move back up to meet yours.
It sends off a kaleidoscope of butterflies in your tummy, makes your cheeks immediately heat up.
No. Stop it. It doesn't mean anything.
You immediately look away from him, cutting your connection before you hurry out the door and over to the cafรฉ where you've planned to meet Jessica and Andrea for lunch.
"I can't believe your luck," Andreas says while taking a bite out of her sandwich, "Thhst sso chaiisy."
You roll your eyes, "Drea, chew first, speak second, please."
Andrea swallows and grins at you, "Right, sorry. I was just saying it's crazy. What are the odds?"
"I know," you groan, dropping your head on the table, "I'm so fucked."
"Literally," Jessica giggles, which makes you shoot her a glare.
"It's not funny," you grumble, sitting back up and taking a sip of your coffee, "how am i supposed to survive an entire semester with him? It's not fair, I've been so excited about this class, and I can't drop it. Why would the universe do this to me? I deserve better."
You cross your arms over your chest stubbornly, making Andrea chuckle.
"The universe doesn't work like that," she says with a smile, "who knows, maybe it'll end up being a good thing. Don't automatically assume it's a punishment."
You scoff, "of course it is. What else could it be? The universe thought I wasn't hurting enough after Frank, it had to kick me while I was down."
"Hey," Jessica interjects, "You know we don't utter that name."
"I know, I know," you sigh, nails scratching at the logo on your coffee cup, "I just.. it was supposed to be fun, you know? I finally got to let loose, be wild, and of course it had to come right back to slap me in the face."
"I'm sorry sweetie," Jessica says with a soft smile, her hand rubbing up your arm, "but I'm sure it'll be okay. He's a grown up, he'll probably be nice enough to never acknowledge it."
The next morning you're on better time. You got the stain out of your favorite skirt last night, which means you're wearing it today. Paired with your old converse, and a graphic tee to dress down the black pleated skirt. You spent a little extra time on your make-up this morning, although you'd never admit it if anyone asks, and you feel good as you walk into the auditorium.
You filter down the row, sitting a little closer to the front this time. Being at the back was distracting, and sometimes the sound won't carry well, so you're doing it to be able to pay better attention this time.
Or at least that's what you tell yourself.
Once you're seated and pulling out your things, the door opens at the front of the room. You watch as Ari walks inside, carrying himself confidently, his bag slung over his shoulder.
He's wearing a light blue shirt today, the two top buttons popped open and revealing part of his hairy chest to you. You can feel a whimper practically crawling up your throat, tensing in your seat as you try to stave it off, clenching your thighs together.
Your eyes are locked on Ari as he walks to his desk, dropping his bag on top of it, unable to look away from how his hair flows as he walks, how his tan skin glows in contrast to the shirt.
But then a squeak almost leave your lips when he suddenly turns, his eyes instantly finding yours.
You feel like a deer in headlights, eyes widening a little as you sit frozen in place. Ari's eyes hold yours intensely, his brows furrowed slightly, lips parting slowly.
You want to look away but you can't, it's like you're glued to the spot, unable to tear your gaze from him.
But then, after a moment, he does it for you.
His gaze drops, tearing from yours, as he turns around to pull the course book out of his bag.
You can feel the nerves prickling inside you, your heart ramming against your ribcage once you finally allow yourself to take a breath, not realizing you were holding it until that very moment.
Your stomach sinks a little, eyes moving to your notebook laid out on the desk in front of you while your fingers fiddle with the pages.
You're not sure whether you like or hate the fact that he seemingly doesn't give a shit about you, or the fact that you slept together.
He seems almost indifferent, the thought of whether he remembers you reappearing in your mind.
You release an audible sigh, digging your laptop out of your bag when Ari's voice starts floating through the room.
"Okay everyone, settle down. Today we're going to try a writing exercise, I have some cases here and I want you to try and solve them using the techniques you were introduced to in chapter 1. Send it to me by the end of this module, please."
You find the files he meant, brows furrowing as you try to apply what you read in chapter 1 to solve the cases. You quickly become engulfed in the task, the cases a challenge considering you barely know anything about the subject at this point.
"I don't want you to stress about it too much," Ari says, your eyes staying on your laptop screen while you listen to him halfheartedly, "I know we're just starting out but the sooner you get comfortable with cases like this, the easier the exam will be. And as I mentioned, I will be handing out assignments for every subject in this course. It's great to be vocal in class, but it's not what's going to earn you a passing grade. Good assignments will. I'll give you an hour to look at this, and after the break we'll reconvene and talk about your thoughts so far."
Your full attention returns to the case work, fingers moving rapidly over your keyboard as you write down your thoughts. And before you know it, the hour is up.
You're faintly aware of people rising from their seats, leaving the room, but your mind is working overtime, not drawing you away from the task at hand until a voice startles you.
"The break has started."
You immediately look up from your screen, instantly finding the pair of cerulean eyes looking down at you. Ari is standing right in front of your desk, his arms crossed over his chest, a small amused smile on his lips.
You blink for a moment, your mind trying to decipher whether this is real or not, still disoriented from being pulled from your concentrated state.
"Uh, sorry, what?"
"The break has started," he repeats, eyes glancing down to your chest before they quickly find yours again, "You should send me what you have so far and then go get some air."
"But I'm not done, I still-"
"I told you not to go overboard," he smiles, quirking a brow, "This is just practice. No need to be stressing over it."
You nod, swallowing as your eyes drift back to your computer screen. Your brows furrow slightly as you read through it again, your mind already drifting back into work mode.
"Send it," Ari says, pulling your attention back to him again, "Did you write down my info yesterday?"
You nod, looking up at him, "Yeah, I wrote it somewhere, I think."
"Good," he hums, nodding once, "Send what you have and I'll take a look, I'll give you some feedback later this week. Now, go get some air, it's not healthy to be cooped up in here the entire day."
You frown a little when he walks off, leaving you sitting by your computer. There are still plenty of other people sitting around the auditorium, clearly not out getting air, and even some still typing on their keyboards, yet he doesn't go to reprimand any of them.
Instead, he walks back down to his desk, pulling his phone from his bag before he sits down in his chair, his thumb scrolling on the screen.
You roll your eyes in annoyance before you save your document and find his email, the one he put on the board yesterday, quickly sending it to him. Then you get up, as you were told to, and leave the auditorium to get some air.
"And then he told me to go get some air, like what the fuck is that about?"
You shove a handful of fries into your mouth as you finish your sentence, Jessica and Andrea chuckling as they sit opposite you in the cafรฉ.
"That was nice of him," Jessica muses, taking a sip of her water, "He cares about your well-being."
You snort loudly, "Oh yeah, sure. OR he's just being an asshole, asserting his dominance by trying to remind me of the fact that we fucked and how embarrassing it is for me."
"Why would it be embarrassing?" Andrea asks, her brows furrowed, "He's gorgeous, if anything, it's a fucking win in your book."
"I know he's gorgeous, I didn't mean in that way, I meant in the way that he clearly knows how hot he is and he got to fuck me, and now he gets to boss me around while all the girls in class fawn over him like thirsty puppies. He obviously likes the attention."
Jessica frowns, tilting her head, "Maybe.. I don't know, I think you may be reading into it too much. You're over thinking it because you slept together."
"Yes," you reply pointedly, "That's exactly what I'm doing. And I don't think that's a bad thing, in fact, I think I should be doing that because it's obviously a valuable point. He's got all the control here; if I act out or say anything, he'll take it out on my grades."
"Okay, hold on," Andrea interjects, "You're making him out to be a complete asshole and so far, the only thing he's done is act like nothing happened and tell you to go get some air. Besides, wouldn't it also be a huge issue for him, if anyone found out? I'm pretty sure faculty isn't allowed to sleep with students, he could probably lose his job if it came out."
"Andrea's right," Jessica quips, stealing a fry off your plate, "He would get fired. So maybe he's just trying to be nice."
"Right," you nod pointedly, "He's trying to butter me up to ensure I don't spill the beans, so he doesn't lose his job."
"Or," Andrea counters again, "He's just trying to be a nice guy because he knows you're both in a really awkward position."
You shake your head, "No, I think it's definitely the first one. He's trying to butter me up, stay on my good side."
Andrea groans in annoyance, "You don't know that. I thought you said he was a nice guy?"
"I barely know him," you reply, "We didn't exchange a lot of words, lets just put it that way."
"The way he fucks certainly isn't nice," Jessica giggles, making you scoff, "No, it definitely isn't."
"But he took care of you after," Andrea quirks a brow at you, "I remember you telling me that."
"Well, yeah, but then he pretended not to know me the next time he saw me."
"Yeah, after you snuck out of his apartment in the morning. You didn't even leave your number. Do I need to remind you that you basically brushed him off?"
"I did not!"
"You kinda did," Jessica responds with a small smile, "How would you feel if it had been the other way around, and you'd woken up alone?"
Your eyes widen as you lean back in your seat, the gears in your head turning.
They do have a point. You snuck out and didn't leave a note, you didn't even have the intention of leaving one.
Could that be why he's been acting so weird?
Obviously he's doing the right thing by pretending not to know you, that much is clear, but could that be why he went up to say that to you today?
It threw you off, the notion was so strange.. How did you react?
"Oh shit, I definitely brushed him off again," you mumble, looking between your two friends, "I think I may have been a little dismissive when he came up to talk to me today.."
"Well, there ya have it," Andrea replies with a chuckle, "Maybe just try being nice to the guy, next time. And stop freaking out so much, you'll get a heart attack if you keep stressing like this for the rest of the semester."
You roll your eyes, an audible sigh leaving your lips, "I am aware that this is not good for me. May I remind you that I didn't plan for any of this to happen? All I did was hook up with a really hot guy, planning for it to be just a normal one night stand before school starts, and then be done with it. I didn't ask for any of this shit, it's bad enough that I have to see Frank walking around on campus."
Jessica glares at you, making you sigh again, "I know, I know, his name is forbidden."
"Yes," Jessica replies pointedly, "Get that asshole out of your head. He is over, done. Dead. Move on."
"I tried!" You exclaim in exasperation, "I thought I was doing that but now look what happened!"
Andrea chuckles, "I think you just have the wrong idea about him. From what I can tell, he seems like a good guy."
You're just about to respond when you watch Jessica's eyes widen, her gaze locked on a spot over your shoulder, "Or maybe not.."
You turn your head to follow her gaze, mouth almost dropping open at what you see.
"Okay, yeah, maybe I was wrong," Andrea mumbles, but you're too focused on what's happening before you to acknowledge her words.
You can't seem to tear your eyes away from the sight before you; Ari standing with a brunette girl - that you're fairly certain you recognize from class - standing in line at the coffee counter, his large hand splayed on her lower back as she giggles up at him.
The next morning when you wake up for class you can already tell it's not going to be a good day. Annoyance builds up inside you at every little thing; first, the coffee maker was taking too long. Then, you stubbed your toe on the dining table, making you let out a loud curse. And then your shirt got caught on the door handle as you were trying to leave, yanking you back harshly and almost making you drop your travel mug.
"Fucking shitty door," you grumble, roughly freeing yourself and slamming it behind you, "Stupid fucking idiot handle.."
You're not entirely sure why you're so annoyed today.
Yes you are.
Truth is, the annoyance had been building ever since you saw Ari at the cafรฉ last night. You watched him talk to that young girl, who by the way was very pretty, and he even paid for her cup of coffee before they walked back out with their to-go cups.
You feel like an idiot for even entertaining the notion that he might be a good guy; clearly he knows what he's doing, sleeping with one student wasn't enough. Perhaps he'll work through your entire class before the semester is over.
Well, to be honest, you're not one hundred percent sure that girl is in your class. But you intend to find out today.
Your annoyance multiplies tenfold when you step out of your building, only to realize that it's raining. No, in fact, pouring. You roll your eyes, mumbling under your breath while you dig out your umbrella, "Just my fucking luck.."
The walk to class takes longer than usual, perhaps because you need to dodge the puddles on the ground every few steps, but nonetheless, you make it inside the auditorium just in time.
You're practically soaked, your small umbrella didn't do much to keep you safe from the rain. The top half of you is dry enough, but your shoes are soaked and so are your stoking covered legs and your skirt.
You grimace when you sit down in the chair and feel the wetness seeping in from below you, shifting a little in your seat while you dig out your laptop and course book.
You can tell Ari is already at the front of the class, writing something on the board, and out of your peripheral, you sense him turning around to face the class, but you refuse to look at him.
You bring up your notes for this chapter, leaning back in your seat when he starts the lecture.
Throughout it, you keep your eyes firmly on anything but him. They're locked on your computer screen, or a page in the book when he mentions it, but you never glance up, your eyes never finding his.
You were unsure if he'd notice, but you have your answer when he starts asking the class questions and he suddenly calls out your name.
You look up shortly, blinking for a moment, "Sorry, what?"
"I asked you to recite the different stages in a diplomatic negotiation. Are you not paying attention, miss?"
Ari's tone is sterner than usual, his brows pulled into a frown when your eyes finally meet his.
You shrug, glancing back at your computer, "Yes, I am. I have them right here, give me a moment-"
"You're supposed to know this on instinct," Ari interrupts when your eyes move back to your screen, "You can't rely on your notes for everything, this is basic and something you should know."
Your shoulders tense, embarrassment blooming inside you. You can feel the annoyance and anger bubbling up, triggered by the humiliation he's inflicting on you right now, in front of the entire class.
Your eyes slowly lift to meet his, your head tilting slightly before you sass, "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought this course had a written exam. Are you telling me we won't be allowed to bring our own notes to that?"
Ari is taken aback by your response, blinking in surprise before he utters, "You are, but-"
"Well, if we're allowed to bring notes," you retort, narrowing your eyes at him, "I guess it shouldn't really be a problem if I look it up right now, should it? The stages of diplomatic negotiation are preparation, discussion, bargaining, proposal and settlement."
You recite the words written in your notes before you glance back up at him again, "I apologize if you were expecting us to know this by hand already, Mr. Levinson, but we do have other classes as well, and to be frank, we've barely even started this course, so I would appreciate you cutting me some slack."
You can hear snickering and whispers from the others sitting in the auditorium in reaction to your harsh response, but you really don't care. The only thing you care about is putting Ari in his place.
He has no right to call you out like that, humiliating you, and you're proud of yourself for making it a point. You always come prepared, you're a good student, and it's not fair of him to insinuate that you should know this at the top of your head already.
Ari's eyes narrow for a moment, the same frown on his face when he nods once, "Good, thank you. Moving on."
He directs another question at someone sitting a few rows ahead of you, and the guy double checks his answer in his notes, just like you did.
Ari's eyes dart up to look at you momentarily, but you flit your eyes back down to your laptop screen, refusing to look at him any longer than strictly necessary.
Class drags on, more rounds of questions being thrown out to people at random, some knowing the answer while others clearly don't. And yet no one else receives the same treatment as you.
You sigh in relief when he dismisses the class, packing your things into your bag immediately. You hurry out of your row and the door, not even looking back at him before you disappear.
You make your way over to the library to study, pulling out your things and setting up to get ready, when an email pops in on your computer. You quickly click on the notification, half of your focus still on digging out your books from your backpack, but when your eyes finally pan over to the screen, it's like your heart stops.
From: Mr. Ari Levinson
Come see me after class tomorrow. We have some matters to discuss.
"I can't believe he did that," Andrea says angrily as the three of you have dinner back at the apartment, "That is so rude."
"I know," you reply immediately, still upset from the entire ordeal, "It was humiliating. I've never had a teacher treat me that way, and how the hell can he expect us to already know this stuff? It's unreasonable."
"I agree," Jessica nods, chewing a bite of her food, "I'm proud of you for standing up for yourself."
"Thanks," you mumble, picking at your food with your fork, "But now he wants me to come see him, so I'll probably get another earful.."
"Maybe he'll apologize," Jessica chirps.
You chuckle, a shake of your head. "Always the optimist, huh? I have a feeling it won't exactly be pleasant, let's put it that way."
"Well, you never know," Andrea muses, quirking a brow at you, "Maybe he's gonna punish you for misbehaving."
That makes you laugh, but the sound is quickly cut off when a sneeze ripples through you. It's followed by another, and then another, making you get up to get a tissue. You go to the bathroom to blow your nose, Jessicas voice carrying through the kitchen and out to you, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," you yell back, tossing the tissue away before washing your hands, "I got caught in the rain today, think I may have caught a cold."
You did catch a cold. One that was so bad, it knocked you out for three days. You were barely awake while you were sick, doing your best at hiding under the covers and sleeping it away until you felt better.
Which also meant you didn't show up for that meeting Ari called you in for.
It took a few days, and the weekend, before you finally felt well enough to check your emails on Sunday evening. Once you see the several unread emails waiting for you, your blood runs cold.
From: Mr. Ari Levinson
You're late for our meeting. Should I expect you to come by for office hours or not?
From: Mr. Ari Levinson
I would understand not showing up for our meeting, I did give you short notice. But not showing up for class is a very different matter.
From: Mr. Ari Levinson
Really? Another no-show? Did you drop the class?
From: Mr. Ari Levinson
Are you okay? You've been gone for three days, with no word. Did something happen? Do you need help with anything? Please respond as soon as you see this. I'm worried.
Your breath hitches when you read the emails, your foggy brain doing everything possible to gather enough energy to reply.
From: You
Mr. Levinson,
I'm so sorry. I've been sick for the past week, that's why I haven't been around. I'm so sorry I had to miss our meeting, I was not in any state to leave your bed. Please know that it was not a conscious decision, but merely one made out of need.
I will be back tomorrow, I hope we can reschedule.
You send the email immediately, not even worrying about double checking. The most important thing right now is to let him know that you didn't disappear purposefully.
But your heart leaps into your throat when you receive his response less than two minutes later.
From: Mr. Ari Levinson
I will assume you meant your own bed in your previous message. I'm sorry to hear you've been sick, I do hope you're feeling better.
Please come see me once you feel well enough to do so. We can discuss the lectures you missed, and I will gladly send you my notes. I hope you feel better soon.
-Ari
Oh god.
Your cover your face with your hands, your cheeks heating up. Just what you need, another embarrassing moment. Like you haven't had enough of those lately.
Your fingers quickly type out a respond, which you double check before sending this time.
From: You
I'm sorry, that was a typo. Guess my brain is still a little fuzzy from the cold medication.
I'll be back tomorrow, I can come by for your office hours Tuesday if that works for you.
It only takes a few minutes before another response pops in.
From: Mr. Ari Levinson
I'll be around after class tomorrow, let's arrange for a meeting then. We wouldn't want a little cold to make you get behind on the course; come by my office during lunch tomorrow.
-Ari
When you wake up on Monday morning there's a giddy excitement running through you. The thought of getting to see Ari today in class fills your stomach with butterflies instead of the usual dread.
The emails he sent you while you were sick bordered on unprofessional; they made it very clear that he was worried about you, and you can't help but wonder what it means.
You make an effort to get ready this morning. In fact, instead of wearing your favorite skirt, you opt for wearing the shorter one again, ensuring to put on stockings underneath so you don't catch another cold.
You put on a tighter shirt than usual, feeling a little brave. If he's suddenly decided to be nice to you, you might as well tease him a little, see if you can rile him up in some way.
Once you're ready, you head out the door to campus for your first class of the day. Your morning class is International Politics, a course which you are now also behind on due to being sick, making you sit down in the front to ensure you can pay attention and get proper notes.
A few minutes after taking your seat, someone sits down in the one next to you.
You glance over at the blonde guy while he digs his books and laptop out of his bag, brows furrowing for a moment while you try to recall where you know him from.
He's handsome; blonde, fluffy hair, defined jaw, cleanshaven, big biceps and deliciously broad shoulders. His skin glows, like he's spent the summer in the sun, his upper body clearly toned under the loose t-shirt he's wearing. Your best guess would be that he plays sports - he looks like the exact personifaction of what you'd imagine a football captain looks like.
His blue eyes lift to meet yours, making you offer him a small smile before you turn back to look ahead of you.
"Hi," the stranger says, your eyes finding his again at the sound, "I think we're in a lot of the same classes, I feel like I've seen you before."
You chuckle and nod, "I think so too. You definitely seem familiar. Are you poli-science?"
The blonde guy chuckles, "Yeah, I am. I guess we have the same classes, then. Are you in Diplomatic Negotiations, too?"
You nod, "Yeah, and Poli-theory."
"Me too," he chuckles, placing his books on the desk in front of him, "I guess we have most of the same ones. It's nice to meet you, I'm Hayden."
You smile, introducing yourself in turn.
"I'm excited about this one," Hayden says while looking through the course book, "I thought this chapter was so interesting."
Your brows furrow slightly, scratching the back of your neck, "I was sick last week so I'm a little behind on my reading.. What was this one about?"
Hayden eyes you for a moment before he smiles warmly, "I can send you my notes, if you want? Just to help you through it."
You accept with a wide grin, the smile still planted on your face when the teacher begins the lecture. Hayden is cute, and clearly very sweet, because not everyone would share their notes; most people are way too competitive for that.
Once the lecture ends, you pack your things up so you can head to your next class.
"Are you headed to Diplomatic Negotiations now, too?"
You look up at Hayden at the question, nodding once, "Yeah, I was going to get a cup of coffee on the way, though. But otherwise, yes."
"We could walk together?" He offers with a warm smile, "I could go for a cup of coffee myself. Caffeine is always a good idea before a lecture with Mr. Levinson, he likes to talk."
You snort and nod, a small giggle escaping, "Absolutely. Let's do it, there's a place that makes great coffee on the way to the building."
You and Hayden walk across campus to the cafรฉ, and he holds the door for you as you both walk inside. It's busy, because of it being the break between morning classes, so you get in line while you continue talking.
Hayden is explaining some of his favorite subjects so far when you feel someone brush past your arm, making you look up to the side.
Your heart rate immediately picks up when you notice the brown head of hair walking past, holding a to-go cup of coffee in his large hand. Your eyes stay on him while he heads out of the cafรฉ, but then they suddenly find his cerulean ones when he pushes the door open and looks over his shoulder.
He offers you a small smile, which you reciprocate, before his eyes fan over to Hayden, currently standing in front of you as he talks about this course he took last semester that blew his mind.
Ari's eyes narrow shortly, but then they fan back to you, a short nod and another smile before he walks out, the door closing behind him.
You and Hayden make your way over to the auditorium, coffees in hand. He's very sweet, a bit of a nerd, but absolutely adorable, in a golden retriever sort of way.
He holds every door for you, allows you to pass first, and in general he seems like a very good guy, a gentleman even. That's a rare find on a college campus these days.
When you make your way into the auditorium, you notice that most of the other students are already there, and so is Ari, who's standing at the front of the class, talking to someone. Your eyes narrow momentarily when you recognize the brunette head of hair, quickly realizing that the girl he's talking to is the same one as that day in the cafรฉ.
She's smiling up at him widely, but his eyes dart up to meet yours for a moment when you enter, although they quickly move back down to the girl in front of him.
You and Hayden find seats a couple of rows back, and just as you sit down to get your things out, you notice Ari's hand touching the girl's shoulder briefly, perhaps even squeezing it a little.
Your brows furrow, teeth digging into your bottom lip as your eyes dart away, choosing to focus instead on your books.
After a few minutes, you glance back up again only to watch her leave the auditorium, leading you to believe that she knows Ari but isn't in this class. Perhaps he teaches another one, as well. Either way it seems odd, and they definitely seem too close for what's appropriate (or allowed).
Hayden leans in to whisper something to you, pulling your attention away from Ari, which means you miss the way his brows furrow and eyes narrow as he watches the two of you.
He tilts his head back slightly, watching carefully how Hayden leans in close to you, and then his jaw tenses when he sees you giggle in response.
He quickly turns around, picking up his book and flipping to the right page before he starts the lecture.
During the lecture, you occasionally glance up at Ari, and sometimes your eyes will meet, but other times his focus will be on someone else.
Hayden is typing diligently throughout class, but you're having a harder time taking notes.
Ari is just so sexy. The way he moves, how long his legs are as he strides through the room to write something on the board. You can see muscles tensing as his arm lifts to write, your eyes trailing down his form, to how taut his ass looks in those slacks he's wearing.
How he'll run his hand over his beard, brows a little furrowed as he reads through the course book when someone asks a specific question about the text.
Or just how he stands as he talks, one hand on his hip as he gestures with the other, or how he'll lean on his desk with his arms crossed over his chest.
He is sexy. And distracting. In a different way than before - did he get hotter while you were out sick?
Is that even possible?
Your thoughts are drifting while you watch him, your fingers staying completely still on your keyboard. But then you jolt a little when Hayden leans in to whisper in your ear, "You okay? You haven't taken any notes in, like, ten minutes.."
You blink quickly, nodding, "Uh, yeah, yep, I'm fine.. I just, uhm, I lost my place and now I'm.. confused.."
You glance over at Hayden when he points to his screen, whispering, "I'll send you this after, but we're on page 64, it's about-"
"Mr. Hutchinson, anything you'd like to share with the class?"
Your eyes widen and lift when Ari speaks, cheeks slowly heating up at the scrutinizing look he's sending you and Hayden.
Hayden practically stutters, immediately shaking his head, "N-no, Mr. Levinson, I apologize, I was just explaining-"
"If you pay attention," Ari replies sternly, narrowing his eyes, "Then nothing would have to be explained, would it? It's all in the pages and we're going through it currently. What is it you're having problems understanding?"
Ouch. He's in a mood today.
Hayden stammers again, making you interject, "I'm sorry, Mr. Levinson, I lost my place and asked him to help me out. I wasn't sure what page we were on. It's my fault, really. Hayden was just helping me."
Ari frowns when his eyes land on you, tilting his head slightly, "So you distracted Mr. Hutchinson because you yourself got distracted and lost your place?"
Your eyes widen, thighs clenching at his stern tone and the look he's sending you right now, "I-.. Y-yes, sir. I apologize."
Ari nods once, his eyes moving back to the book in his hand, "Alright, well, we're on page 64. Don't let it happen again."
Ari continues the lecture, and you sink into your seat out of sheer embarrassment. Hayden sends you an apologetic look, which you immediately reciprocate; it wasn't even his fault to begin with.
You find your stack of post-its, quickly scribbling I'm so sorry! and he chuckles quietly and offers you a small smile in response before his focus moves back to the lecture, and yours do the same.
Once Ari dismisses you for the day, you start gathering your things while Hayden turns to you with a chuckle, "Well, the type of embarrassment we just went through is only sated by pizza. You want to go grab lunch?"
You grin, nodding quickly, "Sure, I'd love to. Pizza sounds perfect right now."
But then, just as you get up from your seat and start walking away, your eyes fan to the front of the class and immediately land on Ari, who's looking at you with a raised brow.
"Oh shit," you mumble, turning to Hayden, "I forgot, I'm supposed to go see Mr. Levinson, now."
Hayden frowns, "Isn't his office hours on Tuesdays and Thursdays?"
"Uh, yeah," you reply, glancing toward Ari again who is collecting his things, "But because I was sick he offered to see me today and help me out with what I missed last week."
"Okay," Hayden nods, shrugging, "No problem. We'll get pizza some other time. How about you give me your number, then we can coordinate."
Your brows raise in surprise at his bluntness, "Uh, yeah, sure. I'd love to."
You dig your phone out of your pocket and quickly hand it to him, letting him type in his number.
"There," he says as he hands it back, "I saved it under Hayden The Hottie."
He flashes you a grin, and it makes you giggle as you shake your head, "Oh good, I know so many Haydens, I had no idea how else I would be able to distinguish you from the others."
"That's what I thought," he replies cockily, taking a few steps away from you, "I'll see you tomorrow, if he doesn't chew your head off."
You giggle again, "I hope not. See you tomorrow."
Hayden walks away and you turn the opposite direction to head towards Ari, immediately stopping in your tracks when you realize he's standing right behind you.
Holy guacamole๐ I love this series already! Your writing style is great and the plot is really interesting.
It sends off a kaleidoscope of butterflies in your tummy, makes your cheeks immediately heat up.
Who could blame the reader, I mean it's Ari๐โโ๏ธ
"I apologize if you were expecting us to know this by hand already, Mr. Levinson, but we do have other classes as well, and to be frank, we've barely even started this course, so I would appreciate you cutting me some slack."
Damn, I like that sassiness๐ I hope the reader won't let Ari get away with such behaviour. But I'm so looking forward to reading the meeting between them๐ There's something dangerous coming up๐ I could imagine Ari checking if she has really recovered like checking her temperature or asking if she drank and ate enough and after he made sure she is fit again... ready for the filth๐ฅต
you can call me babe for the weekend. [andy barber x reader]
PART ONE OF CLANDESTINE.
summaryย โ the start of the best kept secret Newton, Massachusettsโ has ever seen.ย ย
warnings โ heavy makeout but nothing too nsfw, an affair (bc who am i if i donโt write something like this), age gap (reader is referenced to be 19 but this is technically a flashback), DBF!Andy
MINORS DNI
word count โ 2.2kย
this could be a series if i find the motivation to write it tbh but idk
The affair โ if it could even be considered that โ was harmless.
โYou wonโt expect it from her, but sheโs at bars and drinks now, apparently.โ [...] โSometimes, she can be a real stubborn little girl though. Doesnโt know whatโs good for her.โ
You wouldn't believe how weak my knees get when I read something like that. DAMN THAT TEASING. I'd be putty in Andy's hands in 0.1 seconds. I LOVE this story and the dynamic, the second part is great too and I can't wait to read moreโฃ๏ธ
Summary: A year after what was supposed to be the readerโs due date.
Warnings: miscarriage, sad steve/reader, depression, angst, im sorry if this is sad (im in a mood), bad writing, SAD FIC, medical inaccuracies?
Word Count: 1379
NOTE: takes place AFTER Infinity War but BEFORE Endgame.
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You had half a bottle of wine gripped in one hand as you flipped through a photo album. Tears were pricked in your eyes as you reminisced on a simpler time.
Months after Thanos snapped away many of your friends along with half the universe, Steve and you got married. โTime is short, and tomorrow is never promised,โ he said during proposal. The ceremony was private โmany of those who werenโt snapped didnโt even find out until months later. You were both fortunate enough that the love of your life wasnโt snatched away from you. You just had to seize the moment.
The photographs in the album displayed many smiles. It was a happy time despite losing many friends. You took many pictures in the first year of your marriage. You savored every moment. You remembered feeling guilty that you were happy, but Steve promised you that you both deserved it. โItโs what they wouldโve wanted for us,โ he told you.
Near the end of the album was the first ultrasound picture. 8 weeks. The fetus was so small, barely visible except for the small sac in your womb. It had been two years into the marriage. Both of you wanted to start family.
This is such a sad story but it warmed my heart a little when Steve and the reader learned about how the other one feels and that they need to talk about it to heal togetherโฃ๏ธ
He was always angry, it was why you left him in the first place, which, unsurprisinglyโฆ made him furious.
โYou just gonna leave me, baby? After everything I did for you?โ
You roll your eyes, and flinch back when he growls. You never had been able to handle Soldier Boyโs mercurial moods. Part of you hated yourself a little for it, the man had been through some shit, and he just wanted some comfort after it all. You just hadnโt been able to keep up, especially as his version of comfort usually ended with the kinds of nights that lasted for days, where minutes would blend into hours, and you were left weak and exhausted. The last straw had been when you were fired for missing work three days in a row.
Well, actually, the last straw had been when you met him in that coffee shopโฆ but you hadnโt seen him since that business in Berlin, and-
โHey, Iโm talking to you!โ His voice bounces off the walls of the basement apartment heโs taken you to, and you jump a little, shaking your head,ย
โIโm sorry, Ben! B-but, cโmon, you had to know we werenโt going to last! Iโm no Supe, Iโm no Super Soldier! Iโm just some girl, and you were fucking up my life!โ The ground underneath your knees is cold, stones and dirt dig into your skin, but you keep the eye contact going, looking into those pretty green eyes that had captivated you all that time ago, โYou need more than what I can give you.โ
Ben stares at you, his mouth downturning in a scowl, a look that never boded well for you, โI loved you.โ
โI loved you too.โ Your lips tremble, tears blurring out the edge of your vision, โB-butโฆ you can be happy without me, I promise, Ben, just try? Try, for me?โ Youโre begging, and you donโt even care. Heโd made you beg before, his strength and ruthlessness used to turn you on, after all it was how you met him. Ben had saved you from a mugging, beating the men responsible until they were bloody, and then heroically taking you home. After that, he had been kind, loving, charming, very easy to fall forโฆ if he wasnโt in one of his moods.
โHow can I try when you wonโt even give me a chance, baby? I made you happy, didnโt I?โ
โYeahโฆ but I donโt think I made you happy. Not really.โ You shift, staring up at Ben as he continues to glare at you, โPlease, Benโฆ let me go? Itโs over.โ
You donโt think about himโฆ the nice guy who softly treated you like a person, and not just a stress relieverโฆ thereโs no point, anyway. He was gone, heโd left you alone, but it had at least given you the strength to leave Ben. Sure, you had been cowardly about it, packing up your things and disappearing whilst he had been filming yet another Vought propaganda movie across the country, but you had needed the clean break.
Ben wasnโt known for letting things go though.
His left hand goes to your throat, tilting your jaw up, and his right goes to the buckle on his pants, โHow about this, baby? I want to fuck your mouth one more timeโฆ one more for the road, you always were so damn good at it, werenโt you?โ He slowly unbuckles his belt, pulling the leather through the loops so slowly the sound fills the dark space like the rumbling of thunder, โJust one more time, babyโฆ then Iโll let you go.โ
Itโs not much of a choiceโฆ but itโs not the worst thing that couldโve happened either. You nod - as much you can when a Supe is holding your jaw in a grip that could crack concrete anyway - and wait patiently as he unzips his fly.
โTell me you want it, baby.โ
โI want it, Ben, please?โ A throb starts in between your legs, and you let it. You want the arousal, you want him to know that heโs still attractive to you, that it wasnโt the sex that was the problem. The problem was him, it always had beenโฆ maybe heโll go easy on you if he knows that.
โGood girl. Open up.โ
He loved giving you orders, and you loved taking them. You open your mouth, swirl your tongue around his head in the way that he likes, licking and sucking up and down his shaft, his balls, and back up to his tip, bobbing your head and hollowing out your cheeks,
โYou taste so good, Ben,โ you pull away breathlessly when he starts thrusting into your mouth, reminding him to go easy on you. He could get lost in his pleasure, you donโt think he means to do it, but youโd come away from his attentions one too many times too tender to walk right, throat too sore to talk right, and bruises in places the general public didnโt need to know about. You smile up at him, hands on his thighs, โBe careful with me, remember?โ
A look passes over his face, and then a smile. You shouldโve known then, it wasnโt a good smile, but you were concentrating on slowly jerking him off, spitting onto your palm and spreading the saliva across him,
โIโll be so good to you, baby, just like youโre so good to me. Best damn woman in the world, with the best damn mouth.โ He pulls your face back, and then loops the belt around your neck, holding onto the length at one end and tugging it, โYou look good with a collar, baby. Shouldโve done this a long time ago.โ
โWhat-?โ
He pulls you over to the cot in the corner of the room, and then ties the length of leather to the metal frame. You raise an eyebrow, but donโt fight him. Itโs hardly secure, and your hands arenโt tied, and besides, the quicker you let him do what he wants, the quicker you can go.
Ben walks behind you, lifts the skirt of your dress to rest on your lower back, ignoring your yelp of protest, and then rips the panties from you too, leaving you exposed,
โDamnโฆ I forgot just how pretty your pussy is, baby.โ His fingers trail over you, stroking over your hole briefly, โI know this wasnโt the deal, I just wanted to pretend for a minute, you understand, right?โ
โBen, I-โ a finger slips inside you, and your words end on a choke of surprise. He pulls out, and comes to sit in front of you, tugging you forward again so your face is in his lap,ย
โStop whining, baby, you got a pretty cunt, take it as a damn compliment, okay? Now, get back to sucking. I want you finished in the next five minutes.โ Heโs got the back of your neck in that punishing grip again, and you follow the order gladly. You want to tug your skirt back down, but you donโt dare. You want to bite down and run, but you donโt dare. You want to do a lot of things and you canโt. Benโs mood has tanked again, you can feel it in the air, like the way it stills before a tornado hits. Heโs given you the illusion of a choice and you fell for it again.
You try not to think about him. How the first time with him was slow and sensual and easy. How he blushed when you took him in your mouth, and how careful he was with you when he fucked you. He was nothing like Ben, and suddenly you hated him for leaving you with no word or warningโฆ
Ben is thrusting into your mouth now, just this side of painfully. Heโs on his feet, using that damn belt to keep your face tilted at an angle he likes, cursing up a storm, and he comes as suddenly as rain in spring, shooting down your throat until you gag and spit it all out onto the floor. Ben chuckles, finding some of his seed on your cheek, and pushing it back into your mouth with his thumb,
โI should be mad that you wasted that, but itโs okay. Youโll be the one cleaning it up, after all.โ
You nod, surreptitiously wiping your eyes, โYeah, of courseโฆ Where's the cleaning stuff? Iโll do that, and then Iโll head home, okay?โ
You already know heโs going to break his promise. Ben kidnapped you off the street, took you to wherever the hell this basement wasโฆ you already know heโs not going to let you go, but you tryโฆ
โBen? Please?โ
โSorry, baby, but you know I ainโt gonna let you go again, right?โ
Tears fall this time. You donโt wail, though you want to. The fall and you donโt stop them, you just stare up at the man you used to love,
โYou could have anyone, why are you doing this?โ
โYou cheated on me, baby. You think I was going to let you get away with that?โ Ben chuckles again, moving towards the stairs that lead to freedom, not even caring that youโre removing the belt from your neck on a wince. You canโt fight him, and he knows it. But now at least, you donโt have to pretend anymore,
โWhat did you think would happen, Ben?! You treated me like a fucking sex doll. At least Steve treated me like a person!โ
โOh yeah, he told me all about it, Y/N.โ
The air punches from your lungs, โD-did youโฆ is he dead?โ
Ben raises an eyebrow at you, before looking at the watch on his wrist, โNo, baby, I didnโt kill him. Turns out that asshole is a lot harder to kill than I thought. Gave me a real run for my money too. But we came to an agreement.โ
You hear it then. The sounds of a large engine, and the slight rumble of the earth when something huge touches down outside. Fear makes your heart pound behind your rib cageโฆ it canโt beโฆ
โAn agreement?โ
โYeah. Steve isnโt the guy you remember, baby. War changes a man, you should know that by now.โ
A door above you opens and closes. Heavy footsteps over your head sent dust to rain on you. Strong locks at the top of the stairs disengage after the sounds of beeping, and then he appears. Slowly at first, taking his time to come back to you, long legs, small waist, and wide shoulders encased in red, white and blue. His uniform is dirtier now, the star long since torn off. But you knew him, even with the longer hair and beard.
Steve Rogers. Captain Americaโฆ or he had been. Heโs not someone you recognise now.
โDonโt worry, sweetheart.โ Steve puts his hands on his utility belt, all warmth and gentleness on his face gone to be replaced with something hard. โWeโre going to take good care of you here, Y/N. Why should we fight each other over who gets to keep you? Youโve proven you love us both, so weโre both going to love you.โ Steve smiles at Ben, who nods.
