Hey Rebel 1/2 (Alpha!Ari Levinson x omega!reader)
Summary: Ari tags along on one of your missions, nearly jeopardizing it when he catches a whiff of your intoxicating scent.
Notes: GIF is not mine, this is not a beta’d read, A/B/O dynamics, reader is Afro!Latina and a CIA agent, reader is very bratty in this series
“I see the target,” you said through comms. The loud bass from the music reverberated in your ribs as you push passed a few people in the club.
The club was a lot more busy than you anticipated which made your mission quite easy for you.
You preferred to work alone on missions but with this particular target was violent and the two of you had history.
He killed your partner and made you watch. He kept you alive to continue the torment of know that your mistake had your partner killed.
Though he wasn’t just your partner, he was boyfriend at the time. His scent was everywhere in your apartment, and when it slowly started to disintegrate in spaces he would hang out the most, you wanted to tear your heart out.
When his clothes stopped smelling him and started smelling like you, you had nothing left of him but memories.
He wasn’t your mate necessarily, but you he made you feel safer than any of your previous boyfriends had.
His death put you in second gear on your missions. Your accuracy increased by 23% and you spent every waking minute in the gun range or in the gym. You were a forced to be reckoned with and quickly became Ethan’s favorite agent.
And Ethan couldn’t have his favorite girl off on a potential murder mission without backup.
So he sent in a newer agent with a promising record in shooting accuracy for support. And he sent in Ari, his other favorite.
If the target made your cover, he was as good as gone. So you put your pride aside and disguised as an exotic dancer.
It was the best chance to get close to the target without immediately getting made.
You tugged at the bottom strap of your solid gold top to alleviate some pressure on your ribs. You were sure they gave you a size smaller than you told them so your breasts are practically spilling out.
The bottom was a measly and thin, it was very obvious that it was made of leotard fabric and tailored it to be a bikini bottom.
You had absolutely no breathing room in this outfit. Every inch of skin on your body that could be visible is shown.
You’re not necessarily used to your sternum tattoo and your thigh tattoos being visible to the naked eye.
Continuing through the crowd, a man slapped your ass as he walked by making you immediately tense.
You looked over your shoulder at him, watching as he drank your figure in. One disgusting man isn’t going to jeopardize your mission, so you continued moving.
The mixed scents of designations with smoke and sweat made you nose blind to anything else so you didn’t bother sniffing.
You made eye contact with the newer agent when he started speaking on coms.
“I count five guards,” he says, pressing and adjusting his Bluetooth in his ear.
A scowl made its way onto your face when you saw a larger man in an all black suit look in the new agent’s direction.
He flagged down another man and they converse for a few paces, sending occasional glances in his direction.
“Do me a favor and stop messing with your comms. You’ve been made. Go to the rendezvous point.” You commanded.
“I wasn’t made.” “Fine then I’ll let Tweetledee and Tweetledum take you into the back alley and beat you to a pulp,” you snap.
His eyes widen when the two large men push their way through the crowd and beelined straight for him.
“On it. Sorry.” He rushes out the back door with them hot on his tail.
Letting out an exasperated sigh, you rolled your neck around until it cracked. “Maybe you should go easy on the kid,” Ari points out.
“I’m not going to let anyone jeopardize my mission, Romeo.” “Your mission?” you opened your mouth to respond when a man whistled over at you, motioning you to come over once you made eye contact.
“Care to give me a dance, sweetheart?” The man asks, pulling you into his lap and squeezing your waist eagerly.
“Anything you want,” Ari’s gaze darkened when he saw your hips moving sensually to the soft beat of the music.
You threw your head back, your box braids swaying around until the landed on your chest. The man pulled you even closer, scenting the sensitive skin below your ear.
A omega woman approached Ari with a tray full of drinks.
“May I offer you a drink, sir?” She bends down slightly so he could take a drink from his seated position.
“Thanks honey,” he took out his wallet and gave her a twenty for her consideration. Her hand caressed his palm when she gingerly took the bill from his hand.
She moved her hair to the side, exposing her unmarked gland. “I’m not interested,” he takes a sip of his bourbon once the omega moves away from him.
Ari hasn’t had genuine relationship with an omega that wasn’t sexual. He initially fell for the bullshit theory that philosophers create centuries ago about the match made in Heaven.
An alpha and an omega destined to be together by the Alpha Gods.
He quickly realized when he married Rachel that not every omega can spark that special connection.
Just because omegas weren’t easy to find in common society, doesn’t mean they’re all special. Now he’s found himself caught in a marriage because an omega got pregnant
Neither of them have filed for a divorce yet because of the immense amount of paperwork and money that would go into it.
Ari came to terms with the fact that his child spends more time with the babysitter than with her parents.
With him away on missions and Rachel spending every waking minute with her sugar daddy alpha, the kid doesn’t stand a chance at a normal childhood.
And it’s not like anything is going to change any time soon.
Ari was seated in a loveseat across the room for you. He watches you over the rim of his glass, still dancing on the man’s lap.
He tilts his head as he tried to decipher your thigh tattoos from behind.
“I didn’t realize how tatted you were, Juliet.” You rolled your eyes at Ari’s remark and had glanced over the man’s shoulder at the target.
Rumlow. You thought to yourself. The man he was meeting hasn’t up yet, but you needed to prepare yourself for when he does.
Your strategizing was cut short when the man cradled your neck, smoothing a hand over your gland.
You stopped your movements, narrowing your eyes directly into his. The smile slowly fell from his face and a low growl grumbled in your chest.
His hand slowly dropped from your gland and you snapped at him.
“Shit. I’m sorry,” he holds his hands up and you slid off his lap.
“Pig,” you walked away from him and made your way to the bar. You were going to be giving drinks for the rest of the night. Screw the dances.
“Well that wasn’t very nice,” “Fuck you, Romeo.” He smiles against the glass before downing the rest of the bourbon.
Ari couldn’t help but notice the frequent head turning from groups of men when you walk by. Followed by the sniffs in your general direction.
Ari had to admit, you had an interesting scent. Actually, there is no scent initially and no way of telling what designation you were.
The way you carried yourself, you could easily be mistaken for an alpha. But Ari had a sneaky suspicion that you weren’t an alpha.
You were an omega that took the strongest scent blockers he’s even heard.
He’s smelled your original scent before. It was a faint whiff, but he smelled it and he’s been drunk for it ever since.
He made the connect that you scent spikes through the scent blockers when you’re aggravated about something.
Luckily for him, he had a knack for being aggravating. Truth was, Ethan knew you were capable of doing this mission alone.
It was Ari who insisted on tagging along.
But you will never figure that out. Or maybe you will, you’re quite the sharp tool. “We have a long night ahead of us. So let’s just play nice.” Ari suggests.
“Don’t provoke me and maybe I will,”
You continued serving drinks, getting more and more annoyed with every slap on the ass you received.
Ari kept an eye on the door to any new faces turn up and after a while, you realized how quiet your comms have been.
It’s been dead silent for at least five minutes. And Ari never knew when to shut up so you knew something was wrong.
You looked around for Ari only to find him staring at you confusingly. You needed to talk to him but you couldn’t pull him aside.
Otherwise that would break your cover. Letting out a sigh, you set the tray of drinks down at the bar and made your way over to him.
“Follow my lead,” you said to him, putting your hand on his shoulder and sliding into his lap. He keeps his hands by his side as he looked at you attentively.
You held his gaze for a moment before moving your hips against him and rolling your body. “What happened to comms?”
“No idea,” he slowly slides down the seat, his hands gripping the arm rests for dear life.
“Do you know how long they were out?” “No,” he grunts. “Do you think they’re onto us?” “There’s a chance. Are they looking?”
You glanced over his shoulder and saw Rumlow with a dancer giving him a lap dance. He downs his drink and shakes his glass at the bartender.
You felt Ari’s body tense underneath you and you raised a brow at him.
“If you want this to be believable, I need you to touch me.” “I’m trying to be respectful,”
“Please. Don’t pretend like your eyes haven’t been glued to my ass all night, Romeo.” He licks his lips and rested his hands on your thighs.
The second his hand touched your bare thigh, you inhaled sharply. Heat spread from your thighs up your waist and chest, finally resting on your face.
Your mating gland throbbed painfully and you stopped moving against him. His grip on your thighs tightened when you tried to move off of him.
Ari groans as the same burning heat took over him, his gland pulsing at the same rhythm as yours.
Your heart sank in your chest when you made the realization. Your scent was spreading passed the scent blockers.
Ari’s hands move up your back and held you close, dipping his head to inhale your sweet scent of honeysuckle and warm honey.
You let out a fearful growl when the tip of his nose brushes the base of your throat.
Your heart continued to patter in your chest when you made eye contact with the group of betas looking over at you, sniffing in your general direction.
The anxiety caused your scent to spike and you attempted to leave his lap once again but he held you down.
“Let me go,” “If I let you go now, they will swarm you. Just trust me,” he says the last few words slowly, removing his grip from your back.
He takes a few deep breaths, moving your body with each breath. You looked over at the initial group of betas who crinkled their noses and looked away from you.
His husky scent of pine and sandalwood invaded your nose in strong wafts. He was masking your scent with his, staking an unwanted claim. You had matched your breathing to his, bring you out of your anxiousness.
You hadn’t realized you were digging your nails into his dress shirt. Releasing him from your grip, you slid off his lap.
And when you looked over at the target, he was gone. “Mission’s over,” you hugged your arms to your chest and beelined for the changing room before Ari could reach for you again.
He waited for you outside in the car and you had changed back into your black slacks and white blouse.
You had pulled your box braids into a low bun. Sliding into the passenger seat, you tossed your duffel bag in the bag and sent a text to the new agent letting him know you were on your way.
Ari watched you turn your face to look out the window once you send the text. You were actively avoid any interaction with him.
At least before you entertained him with snarky remarks and insults. This was much worse. He reverses out the back alley and onto the highway.
“So are we going to talk about what happened in there?”
“Nothing happened, Levinson.” “Bullshit. You felt something and it scared you.” “No I wasn’t. I was pissed that I missed another chance to take the some of a bitch down.”
“Yeah, sure.” He says skeptically. “Why do you take such strong scent blockers?”
“Because of what happened in there. I’ve always had an intoxicating scent. And it’s gotten me into a lot of trouble as a teenager so I suppress it.”
“It is very intoxicating,” another silence fell over the two of you and Ari looked at you but your gaze remained outside the window.
“You’re really not going to talk about it?” “No. I already have a lot on my plate with work. I don’t need this right now.”
“Our primal instinct doesn’t care about our human duties,” “You sound just like those ancient men in those history books,” you dismiss.
“Look at me,” “No,” “Look at me, omega.” “You’re not my Alpha. You don’t tell me what to do.”
“I’m not trying to tell you what to do. I just want to talk to you.” “There’s nothing to talk about,” “Yes, there is. Stop dismissing everything, Y/N. This is serious.”
And that was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
You looked away from the window and said, “How serious is this, Ari? Hm? Is it life or death? Or just some stupid reason for Alphas to have complete control of another living being?”
You poked harshly at his arm and he growled at the tone you used and you emitted a growl low enough to make your chest vibrate.
“Y/N,” he warns. “I am not an omega you can just claim, Ari. If you try, I will make sure to make your life a living hell. So just drop it.”
You held his gaze for a few seconds before returning your gaze back out of the window. Ari made the conclusion like this was nothing like how they described it in the history books.
If you truly was his mate, then how the hell was he going to prove that to you? He had better luck finding a needle in a haystack.
Ari wasn’t sure what to do about pursuing you. Your inner omega was aggressive and untamed despite your calm human nature. You were strong for an omega and you made it clear that you had to be earned.
He spent weeks bring your flowers, contacting some of your coworkers to learn your favorite foods and wines. You didn’t trust him at all, but you decided to give him somewhat of a chance.
He took you on a date on horseback. Once he found out you grew up in el campo, he immediately researched the nearest horseback riding stable and booked a session.
He wanted to know as much about you as possible. From you of course, but you’ve been keeping him at arm’s length since you met him.
When he tried to lean in to kiss you after the date, you growled at him and retreated back into your house, leaving him completely dumbfounded on your porch.
You kept him on his toes, which encourages the chase. But Ari’s concern is that you never stop running from him.
That he won’t get the chance to catch you and he’ll lose you forever.
The last thing he had to remember between you was an argument. It was the day before he was set to leave for Ethiopia and wanted to see you before he left.
He would have been gone for weeks at a time and there was no telling when he would be back.
You were pissed because he hid the fact the was married from you. He thought you knew from Ethan but you hadn’t.
He replayed your argument almost daily in his head up until the drive back to your place after the assignment; his face would heat up at the mere thought of it.
“When were you going to tell me? Were you even going to tell me?” “Of course, I was- I thought you already knew.”
You scoffed and turned away from him to walk into your kitchen. “If I knew, I wouldn’t have given you the time of day.”
You took a glass from the cabinet and poured a bourbon on the rocks. “You barely give me the time of day now,”
“Any normal person would have gotten the hint by now and move on,” “Then I guess I’m not a normal person,” you down the drink in one shot, making a face when the burn lingers.
“Ari, I really don’t think this is going to work. You’re married. You obviously married her because you had some sort of connection with her. So focus on repairing things with her instead of starting new with me,”
“No. There was never a connection. I did it out of obligation.” “So.. does that make me an obligation then?”
“I want to be with you, Y/N. We share a connection whether you want to or not. So stop being stubborn for once and allow it to happen.” He snaps.
You met his gaze from across the counter and let out a long breath. “I think you should focus on your mission for tomorrow,” you said after a long pause.
He huffs and presses the palms of his hands against the counter. “Okay,” he said softly and left your house.
You waited for the door to close to lean your head against the wall. He wasn’t going to go away. So that means you have to.
Ari was immediately concerned when he was greeted by a for sale sign in your front yard when he pulled into your driveway.
He left the flower he bought you in the passenger seat and ran up the stairs. The front door was locked so he went around back to check if the sliding glass door was open.
He sighed in relief when the door smoothly slid open. Everything was moved out from the house and your scent has faded out, even in your bedroom.
He bowed his head when he realized that you were gone for nearly as long as he was on assignment.
Where the hell did you go?
He pulls out his phone and clicked on an unsaved number. On the third ring, someone answered.
“Well isn’t this a surprise. How’s it going, sunshine?” Lloyd greets. “Lloyd, I need you to do something to me,” “Name it,”
