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Justification

A/N: Chapter nine of Diplomatic Negotiations

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 and tensions, Hayden being a little bitch for a while. FLUFF. SO MUCH fluff! SMUT - p in v, shower sex, oral /f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, filthy teacher ari, daddy kink, teasing, choking, dumbification, degradation (mild), praise (lots), petnames. A lot of sex and sweet moments and lovemaking and fluff in this one!

Word Count: 9000 (I would apologize, but...)

The beautiful divider is by @firefly-graphics

"Hayden," You stammer out, eyes wide with shock, "What are you doing here?"

Hayden is frozen in shock, wide eyes locked on Ari, mouth agape as his mind processes the information in front of him.

"Hayden," Andrea says sternly, finally making him snap out of it when she gently guides Ari back towards you and steps in front of him to face Hayden. She crosses her arms over her chest, "We moved our plans to tomorrow, what are you doing here?"

"Y-you-," he stammers, still looking at Ari who is now standing behind Andrea in the hallway, shielding half of you as you hold onto his arm. "You said you weren't feeling well," he finally says, turning his sights to Andrea, "So I.. I brought soup."

He lifts his hand, revealing a take out bag, and you sigh audibly.

"Hayden," you say, pushing past Ari and Andrea before you grab his arm, "Get in here."

You pull him inside, and he stumbles a little as you close the door behind him. He's watching you with wide eyes still, darting between you and Ari.

Ari stays quiet, watching Hayden carefully, unsure what to say or do in this situation.

You put your hands on Hayden's shoulders, offering him a small smile, "Come have some wine, I'll explain everything. Okay?"

You're sitting at the dining table across from Hayden, the glass of wine in front of him. Ari is by your side, although he's considerably less close than before, while Andrea is sitting next to Hayden and Jessica is leaning against the counter, watching you.

"So," you breathe out, folding your hands on the table, "Remember how we agreed to allow the other to keep their secret?"

Hayden nods once, his eyes glancing to Ari before they move back to you.

"This is my secret," you say with a small smile, "And now I'm going to need you to keep it."

Hayden remains quiet, his shocked expression staying locked on you before he suddenly picks up the glass of wine and chugs it in one sweep. He cringes as he swallows, setting the glass back down on the table with a clink.

"What the fuck is this?" Hayden asks, finally speaking, "What's he doing here, what's the secret exactly?"

You tilt your head a little, "I think you already know."

"Mr. Levinson?!" He exclaims incredulously, leaning on the table towards you, "You're fucking Mr. Levinson, our teacher?!"

You let out a deep sigh, about to interject when Ari does it for you, speaking for the first time since Hayden arrived.

"That's not what it's like," he says calmly, watching Hayden as he turns his incredulous gaze to him, "We're not fucking, we're.. Dating."

"But you're old!" Hayden exclaims, throwing his hands up to make a point, "And you're our teacher! Why the fuck would you do that!"

You're a little taken aback by his reaction, and you can sense how Ari tenses beside you, his jaw clenching.

"Hayden," you say, his attention snapping back to you, "You don't understand, this isn't-"

"Oh I think I understand perfectly," Hayden scoffs, "I remember how Sheila and Sarah were gushing over him, I just figured you'd be different. He's taking advantage of you, don't you realize that? Fucking a student is crossing so many lines, it's like a kink, it's-"

"Hey," Ari says sternly, effectively shutting Hayden up, "That's not what it's like. We knew each other before I started teaching the class."

"What?" Hayden asks, his expression changing from angry to confused, "What does that mean?"

You sigh and look down at your folded hands on the table, "We hooked up the weekend before class started. I had no idea he was going to teach our class until I walked into the auditorium on Monday morning."

Hayden frowns, "Okay, I see how that's complicated, but you're still now fucking him while he's our teacher. This is breaking so many rules, it's like, illegal. Not to mention gross."

Ari scoffs and shakes his head, his stern gaze practically burning into Hayden's skull, "It's not illegal, we're both adults. And I'm not even permanent faculty, I'm only a guest lecturer for this semester." Then he cocks a brow, "And I'll choose to let that last comment slide, considering the situation right now."

Hayden scoffs obnoxiously, frowning angrily as he looks at Ari, "Like you even have a leg to stand on, you should be ashamed of yourself. I can't believe I actually respected you, this is so far out, and the fact that you don't even realize makes it so much worse."

You sigh deeply as you cover your face with your hands, mumbling into your palms, "This is a fucking mess."

"You think?!" Hayden exclaims, and you can practically feel the anger oozing off of him. Andrea puts a hand on his arm to calm him, but he remains furious.

"Hayden, please," you say quietly, dropping your hands to look at him, "Please, just.. Just listen, okay? It's not what you think, we're not just hooking up, we're dating. I lo- I like him, alright? We're.. We're together, and it works, and we're happy. We're not hurting anyone by being together."

Ari glances at you at your words, his features softening a little. But then they harden again when Hayden speaks.

"It's not ethical and you should realize that. Besides, isn't he like, twice your age? Do you have any idea how many guys on the football team would love to date you? Half of them begged me for your number after the bonfire, why would you date an old man when you could have anyone?!"

"Hey," Andrea says sternly, making Hayden look at her, "Shut the fuck up, you don't know what you're talking about. He's a good guy, and he cares about her a lot. It doesn't matter how old he is."

The angry rant you were about to fling in Hayden's direction is swallowed at Andrea's words, your form relaxing a little. Ari is tense as he sits besides you, clearly biting his tongue, and you commend his ability to stay cool when Hayden is being so disrespectful right now.

Hayden scans Andrea's face for a moment, "How long have you known about this?"

"The entire time," she replies as she looks at him, "I was there when they met at the club, I've known the whole time."

"And you didn't tell me?"

Andrea shakes her head, "No, I didn't tell you, because I was worried about how you'd react. And you're confirming my worries by acting like a dick right now."

You watch Hayden's brows furrow before his face turns more apologetic. He turns to look at his empty glass of wine, and then grabs the bottle, pouring another one that he immediately takes a large sip of.

"Fine," he says as he puts the glass back down and looks up, eyes bouncing between you and Ari, "Fine, I'll listen. Tell me everything."

You spend a long time talking to Hayden, doing your best to explain everything that's happened in the short span of time you've known Ari. Hayden listens intently, and you can tell he's conflicted.

"So this is like.. Real, then?" He asks you, glancing over at Ari, "Are you guys planning on being together once he's done teaching?"

You look over at Ari, whose eyes meet yours for a moment before you both turn back to look at Hayden, "Uh, we haven't really talked about it-" you start to say, but Ari interjects.

"That's the plan, yes."

Hayden nods at his words, eyeing you for a moment before he focuses on Ari, "You really care about her? This isn't just for sex?"

"Yes, I care about her," Ari replies immediately, "She's special. It's not just sex, I know it may seem weird because of the circumstances, but I've liked her since the moment I met her. I want to date her. And I'm risking a lot to do it because I couldn't stay away from her."

Hayden nods at Ari's words, and you can feel excitement blooming inside, butterflies swarming around your belly.

You smile softly, looking at Hayden hesitantly, "Will you keep our secret? Please, H. I know it's a lot to ask, but he's really important to me."

Hayden's features soften when he looks at you and the genuine expression on your face. He smiles a little, gazing at you for a moment before he nods and quietly replies, "Okay, yes. I'll keep your secret. I promise."

You and Ari both release a sigh of relief, visibly relaxing where you sit.

But then Hayden turns to Ari, "If you break her heart I'm coming for you. I can take you, old man. Don't try me."

Ari nods once, offering Hayden a small smile, "Noted. I won't break her heart."

"Good."

About half an hour later, Andrea brings Hayden to her room to talk through everything, which finally gives you some reprieve. Jessica retired to her bedroom, and you immediately take Ari's hand and tug him with you in the direction of yours.

Ari chuckles softly at your eagerness, his fingers entwining with yours, "Where we going, sweetheart?"

"My room," you mumble, pulling him closer until he needs to grip your waist to keep from crashing into your back, "We need some alone time."

Ari smiles at your words, the worries from earlier slowly dissipating. For a moment he wondered whether this would be the end for the two of you; he worried that some of what Hayden was saying would sink in, make you change your mind.

Hayden was wrong about some of the things he said, but not everything. Ari is old. Too old for you. You still have your entire life ahead of you whereas his has hit that comfortable space where he's ready to stop running around and settle down instead.

He knows you don't have any dreams for the future — or at least he knows that's what you keep telling yourself, as well as others.

He suspects you actually do have dreams. Perhaps you don't like to say them out loud, either out of worry that they won't come true, or out of worry that you'll get judged for them.

But he knows you. He's watched you, your work ethic, how dedicated you are. There's not a doubt in his mind that you dream of something, even if you say you don't. And he hopes one day you'll trust him enough to tell him what it is.

Ari follows behind you as you push open the door to your bedroom, ushering him inside. You close it behind the two of you, leaning up against it as he takes a few steps inside.

Ari glances around with a soft smile on his face, taking in your private space.

It's filled with pictures of your friends and presumably your family, as well as posters and memorabilia. It's a little cluttered, but in the cute way, the kind that lets him know that despite there being a lot of stuff, every single item has it's own dedicated spot.

His eyes land on your bed, not quite as big as his king-sized one, and the floral patterned bedding covering it. He smirks as he turns back to look at you, "I like your room. Very cozy."

"You think so?" You reply meekly, taking a few steps closer to him, "Yours is so.. Clean, and organized. I didn't know if mine would give you like.. A heart attack, or something."

Ari barks out a laugh, shaking his head, "No sweetheart, no heart attacks yet. So far so good."

He looks around again, eyes fanning over the jewelry hung by the mirror, the different colored nail polish carefully placed on a shelf. Then his eyes move further, zeroing in on a plushie sitting on a chair in the corner of your room. "Who's that?"

"Hm?" You murmur, your mind elsewhere. Having him in your space like this feels so intimate, in an entirely different way than you're used to, and suddenly you feel so young and immature compared to him. His place is organized and tidy, whereas you hold on to memorabilia like they're a part of you. Which, technically, they are.

You look up as Ari takes a few steps away from you, eyes immediately widening when he walks in the direction of your stuffie.

"Oh," you immediately say, tensing a little, "Oh, uh, that's.. Nothing."

Ari picks up the penguin, his fingers brushing over the soft fur before he adjusts the little gold bow tie around its neck. "What's his name?"

Your cheeks immediately heat up as you watch Ari inspect your most prized possession, a stuffie your mom gave you as a teenager after you got your first period. You'd hated it back then, letting her know in very clear terms that, getting your period meant you were no longer a child and stuffies were for children, but as you grew older, you also grew more fond of him. He was soft, and cuddly, and he would often be your favorite comfort when you were feeling down.

"Uh, his name is Pingu," you explain, making Ari quirk a brow as he looks back at you. You chuckle, "I wasn't very creative, but it fits him well."

"Sure does," Ari hums, letting his thumb brush over the soft fur again before he places the stuffie back in its designated spot, "It's cute. Looks like you took good care of him."

"Yeah, I guess," you mumble, scratching the back of your neck nervously as you look down at your feet.

Ari turns to you, his smile turning warm as he watches your nervous form. He walks closer until he can reach you, his hand landing on your arm to gently stroke it, "You okay?"

"Mhm," you nod, glancing up at him, "Yeah, it's just.. Your place is so nice and mine is so.. Cluttered."

Ari chuckles softly, tilting his head, "I quite like your place. It's very homey, and it's very you."

"Yeah?" You ask, taking a small step closer until he's only inches from you, your neck craning to look up at him, "You really mean that?"

"Absolutely," he whispers, his arm snaking around your waist to pull you into his chest before his lips land on yours.

He cups your jaw, his thumb sliding under your chin to tilt your head up as he whispers against your lips, "You're so beautiful, you know that?"

Your eyes flutter open to look at him, lips brushing over his when you reply, "And that's coming from you."

Ari lets out a quiet chuckle, the arm around your waist tightening its hold, "Doesn't even compare."

You're about to make a sassy retort when he pulls you close again, his lips gliding over yours carefully. The hand on your jaw slides back to curl in your hair, your hands sliding up his chest to wind around his neck at the kiss deepens.

Ari's large hands travel down your body before they land on your ass, getting a firm grip. His tongue slides into your mouth when you gasp into the kiss, strong hands hoisting you up to wrap your legs around his waist.

You mewl, your fingers sliding into his hair as he walks the few steps over to your bed, your legs staying firmly wrapped around him.

He lowers you down, carefully, hovering over you when your back hits the mattress. He keeps kissing you, turning more insistent with each passing second, his strong hands wandering down your chest, nimble fingers teasing the neckline of your dress.

"Mmh," Ari hums, kissing down your jaw and neck, his beard scratching your skin, "I'll never get sick of how soft your skin is baby, you always feel so good. Smell amazing too."

He nuzzles his face in your cleavage, teeth pulling at the neckline and it makes you giggle, your fingers running through his hair, "Must be my lotion."

"Maybe," he murmurs, kissing the peaks of your breasts, "Smells so good, I just want to eat you."

"Oh yeah?" You smirk, his large hands finding the hem of your dress to push it up over your hips, "Feel free to eat me anytime."

Ari chuckles against your skin, pulling back just enough to pull the dress over your head. He discards it on the floor, his gaze heating you up when he takes in your lingerie-clad form.

"Fucking hell," he whispers, warm fingers immediately there, touching your exposed skin and gently teasing the covered parts, "I like this. New?"

"Mhm," you nod, watching how his pupils dilate as he drinks you in, "Had a feeling you'd like it."

"I love it," he husks out, gentle hands gripping your hips as he looks up at your face, "So fucking beautiful. Like an angel."

You chuckle and reach out for him, which makes him lean over you, supporting himself on his forearms. Your ankles hook around his waist, pulling him closer until you feel the bulge in his pants pressing on your core, "Need you to fuck me, daddy. Please. I've missed you all week, need your cock."

Ari's breath hitches at your words, a deep groan rumbling in his chest, "My dirty girl. Dressed so innocently but so filthy once we're alone, isn't that right?"

You nod and smirk, your fingers pulling on his hair teasingly, "Only for you, daddy. No one else."

"That's right, you're daddy's good girl, his pretty baby. No one else gets to see you like this."

"No," you whisper, pulling him closer until his lips land on yours.

He grunts into the kiss, a large hand sliding down your chest, cupping and squeezing your breast through your lace bra. You moan into the kiss, your back arching off the bed at the intoxicating feeling.

Ari's hips ground into yours, grinding against you deliciously, and it makes you even needier than before.

"Daddy," you gasp, your tone pitiful.

Ari's teeth tug on your bottom lip before he pulls back to crawl down the length of your body, "I know baby, but daddy's gotta do something first, okay? Need a taste, just a little one. It's been too long."

Long fingers curl in the waistband of your lace panties, maneuvering you around until he can slide them down your legs. He discards them just like your dress, large hands gripping your thighs and spreading them wide as he slots himself between them again.

Then he bends down, his beard scratching you when he mouths at your lace covered nipple, moaning against your skin. His fingers edge closer to your core while his teeth find your hardened peak, tugging on it through the flimsy fabric.

You whine, bucking your hips up eagerly, a gasp escaping when Ari suddenly pulls your bra down before his lips wrap around your nipple. His tongue flicks and toys with it before his teeth find their way, making you cry out at the mix of pain and pleasure.

Strong fingers finally find your wet center, two of them putting pressure on that sweet spot that makes you cry and beg for him pathetically. His fingers rub your needy pussy languidly, deep groans emitting from his throat as his lips continue their assault on your nipple.

Your back arches and your fingers in his hair tighten when he suddenly slides two thick digits inside your soaked heat, curling them up to hit that spot he knows will make your mind go blank.

He's right, you can feel everything slipping away as he starts pumping his fingers inside you, teeth giving your nipple a tug before his lips release it with a pop!

He kisses his way down your stomach, fingers still moving in and out of you until you finally feel his hot breath tickle your bundle of nerves.

He doesn't give you any reprieve when he dives his face into your weeping pussy, tongue expertly finding your clit while his fingers pick up pace inside you.

He groans when your taste hits his tongue, only making him more feral as he eats you out like his life depended on it. You cry out, your thighs threatening to shut, but Ari's free hand grips one to keep them pried apart.

He loves how needy and desperate you get, how you lose all thoughts about the world surrounding you. He can feel the pleasure as it overtakes you, turns you into his perfect girl whose only focus is to chase that sweet high she longs for.

Ari's fingers pick up pace, his tongue flicking your clit as you pant and squeal, your body squirming under him. When he adds a third finger to your tight channel he feels the resistance at first, but it's quickly replaced by the loud moans you let out. He can tell you're close and he wants to push you over that edge so badly, he wants you to lose yourself to him in every sense.

"Daddy," you cry, your fingers pulling on his roots, "Daddy, 'm close, 'm gonna-gonna cum!"

Ari groans against your pussy, growling out a lowly, "Come for daddy, sweet girl. Give me your cream."

And that's all it takes.

You stiffen under him, body going rigid as the orgasm flows through you before you tremble as your juices squirt out around his fingers. Ari lets out a feral growl, eagerly lapping at your folds to get everything he can, his cock so hard against his zipper that its bordering on painful.

He coaxes you through it until you're whimpering pathetically under him, your fingers going pliant in his hair, and that's when he finally pulls away to look down at you.

You're panting as you lie on the bed, chest rising and falling rapidly as you try to catch your breath. Your eyes are hooded when you look up at him, plump lips parted beautifully.

"You okay?" Ari asks quietly, fingers gently stroking your stomach.

"Yeah," you breathe out, blinking sleepily, "Just give me a second. That was a lot."

Ari chuckles deeply, wiping a hand over his thick beard before he leans down to place a few kisses on your stomach. He gets up, unbuttoning his shirt and unzipping his pants, watching as you remove your lacy bra.

"I'm sorry I took it off so fast," he muses, crawling back into bed with you once he's naked, his hard cock standing at attention, "I really did like it, I promise."

You chuckle and reach out for him, urging him to lie down between your legs. He complies, kissing his way up your chest to your lips, slotting his beefy body between your thighs. His erection pokes at your inner thigh as he lies down, placing a quick kiss on your lips before he tucks his face into your neck.

"You're addicting, you know that?" He murmurs, soft lips brushing over your skin as his beard tickles it, "I can't get enough."

"Good," you smile, your fingers gently stroking his back, "Don't want you to ever get enough."

"I won't," Ari replies earnestly, pulling back to look down at you, "I swear."

Your stomach flutters at the adoration in his eyes, and you want to say so many things but choose instead to guide him closer until his lips find yours.

He kisses you gently, with tender care, your hand moving down his body until you find the hard length pressing against you. You spread your thighs wide, angling your hips up a little as you whisper into the kiss, "Give me your cock, daddy. Please. I can't wait any longer."

Ari hums, his lips moving over yours as he reaches down, wrapping his fist around the base of his cock. You gasp into his mouth when the thick head of his cock prods at your entrance, slowly slipping inside to make you stretch around him.

"This fucking pussy," Ari murmurs into the kiss as he pushes further, "God, I've never felt anything this good, jesus christ."

You let out a whine when he bottoms out, his wide girth making your walls stretch and clench around him, the pressure inside a delicious mix between pain and pleasure.

"You're so big," you hiccup, linking your ankles behind his back, "So big daddy, fucking huge."

Ari grunts at your words, grinding his hips into yours and making you whine. He kisses down your jaw, nipping on it when he slowly pulls out only to push back in.

You keen, your hands landing flat on his back at the feeling, opening yourself up like a flower to him when he starts to gently fuck you.

You let go as the pleasure floats over you, envelops you, your mind going blank, the only thing you're able to focus on being his thick cock dragging against your walls.

"God, so good," Ari moans, hips meeting yours with more determination, "You're so good, so fucking good, honey. My good, sweet girl."

Your pussy flutters at the praise, making Ari grunt in appreciation, and in turn, he picks up the pace a little more, his face tucking into your neck.

You feel his hot breath on your skin as he pants, his beard scratching and tickling your skin in a way that makes you needy for more.

"You take me so well, baby, take my cock so well. Look at how good you're doing, taking all of me with no complaining, that's my good girl."

You want to be his, in every sense of the word, you want him to mark you all over.

Which is why you cry out loudly and your pussy squeezes his cock when his teeth suddenly nip at your neck before he starts sucking, leaving his intentions clear. He sucks harshly, clearly leaving a hickey, while his hips start slamming into yours with more fervor.

"God yes," he growls, sucking another mark on your skin, "Fuck yes, that's it, you feel so good honey. I can't hold it for long, this pussy is just too good, too fucking tight. You want it, hm? Want my cum, baby? Want daddy to fill you up?"

"Yes!" You moan, your nails digging into his back when he starts fucking you harder, his hips stuttering when you tighten around his girth, "Yes, yes, yes!"

Ari growls deeply against your neck, rutting into you, "I will, I fucking will, I promise sweetheart. Just need you to come for daddy one more time, can you do that? Come for me, baby, come on, choke my cock with this sweet little cunt."

You wail when the waves of pleasure suddenly crash into you, the orgasm flooding your senses suddenly. Ari groans when you squeeze him like a vice, his hips stuttering as he grunts out, "There it is, fucking hell. Gonna fill you up, give you my cum. Take my cum, that's it, take it, fuck."

His spend spurts against your walls suddenly as Ari lets out a deep and guttural moan, his heavy body slumping on top of yours as his hips pushes into yours.

He nuzzles his face into your neck, murmuring quietly, "Just gonna stay here for a moment baby, not ready to pull out yet."

You nod slowly, catching your breath as your arms encase him, stroking his skin softly, "Okay daddy."

Ari cleaned you up before you went to sleep, making you giggle as he grumbled about having to put on underwear to go to the bathroom because "this place is practically a fucking frathouse, filled with people."

He enveloped you in his arms once he crawled back into bed next to you, pulling you into his chest. He held you close all night, his warm body pressed up against yours, and your sleep was peaceful and deep as you melted into him.

When the morning light filters into your bedroom to pull you from your slumber, you nuzzle your face into his chest. Your nose tickles when it brushes over the dark hair coating it, but it's comforting in a sense, making you press against his full pecks, into the relaxed muscle.

The heavy arm holding you close tightens its grip momentarily before his fingers slowly stroke your back. Ari inhales deeply, murmuring, "Morning baby."

"Good morning," you whisper, keeping your eyes closed as you stay close, placing a kiss on his chest.

"How'd you sleep?"

"Good," you smile, tilting your head up to look at his face. His eyes open at the movement, a fond smile painting his lips when his eyes meet yours. "How about you?"

"Very good," he responds, kissing your forehead, "Your bed is approved."

You chuckle, moving to place kisses on his collarbones, "Good, I'm glad. In that case, we can alternate between places."

Ari hums, his fingers carding through your hair, "It's a deal, honey."

You hold each other close, slowly waking up in each others arms. You lean up to kiss his cheek, and then his lips, and he hums as he kisses you back.

You lean back, placing your head on the pillow to look at him, keeping your leg wrapped over his hip as you ask, "Any plans today?"

"Yeah," Ari responds with a smile, which makes your stomach drop with disappointment. But then you chuckle when he adds, "I'm spending the day with my girl. Hopefully I won't have to leave this bed."

You giggle, quirking a brow at him, "You sure you're up for it, old man? I remember last weekend, you were hanging on by a thread at the end."

Ari scoffs, narrowing his eyes teasingly, "We fucked all day long, I'm only human. And you said yourself you felt sore at the end."

You laugh and lean in to peck his lips, "I'm sorry, I'm just kidding. I was sore, you're not easy to take, you know. But practice makes perfect, I guess."

Ari hums, a warm hand sliding over the curve of your hip, "How're you feeling this morning?"

"Good," you smile, "Not sore. Yet."

Ari chuckles, "I'm sure we'll change that soon."

After cuddling for a while, Ari slips out of bed to go to the bathroom and you take a moment to stretch, raising your arms and squirming around like a cat on the bed, before you find an oversized shirt and a pair of sleep-shorts to pull on.

You walk out to the kitchen, cocking a brow at Hayden when you spot him sitting at the dining table, eating a bowl of cereal.

"Hey bud," You chuckle, reaching into the cupboard to bring out two mugs, "Fancy seeing you here."

"You too," Hayden murmurs as he chews his breakfast. "I just saw Mr. Levinson in his fucking underwear. It'll most likely haunt me for years to come. That's your fault, missy."

You snort, pouring coffee into the two mugs in front of you, "Hope you enjoyed the view. He's good, huh?"

Hayden glares at you as you quirk a teasing brow, chuckling, "No one forced you to stay at my apartment, you know. Tell me again why you're here this early in the morning?"

"Yeah, yeah," Hayden snickers, eating another spoonful. He chews and swallows before he looks at you with a raised brow, "You owe me fifty bucks, by the way."

You scoff and shake your head, adding milk to your cup, "I do not."

"Yes, you do," Hayden replies pointedly, "Our bet is still valid, even if I didn't know we were talking about you when we made it."

You place a hand on your hip as you look at him, "That bet was about whether or not he was in love, if I recall. Not whether or not he was dating."

"I know what it was about," Hayden replies casually, in-between chewing his cereal, "And you owe me fifty fucking bucks."

You scoff and chuckle, taking a sip of your coffee, "You're delusional."

"I think you're the only delusional one here, if you truly believe I haven't earned that money fair and square," Hayden retorts, finishing his bowl of cereal, "I'm no idiot, I know what I know."

"Oh yeah?" You sass, putting your cup of coffee down on the counter, "And whats that?"

"What I know is that, that man who just scarred me for life by walking by in his underwear, is a man in loooove," he chimes, singing the last word dramatically.

You laugh and shake your head, turning back to your coffee, "Why don't you go cuddle Andrea if you're so obsessed with loooove, hm? Fairly certain only one man in this apartment is pussy whipped, and he's sitting right in front of me."

"Yeah right," Hayden snorts, "Like you couldn't bring him to his knees with a snap of your fingers."

You chuckle and shake your head again, but choose to remain silent as you take a sip of coffee, which only makes him bark out a laugh.

"See? I'll be expecting that fifty bucks by Monday morning, thank you very much."

"Hayden, you can go fuck yourse-"

"Morning sweetheart."

You're interrupted when Ari walks into the kitchen, still in only his boxer briefs, and he immediately stiffens when he spots Hayden sitting by the dining table. You can tell he's just about to turn around and walk away, presumably to hide in your bedroom, but you'll be damned if you let Andrea's boytoy scare away your man.

"Morning," You say with a wide smile, picking up the cup of coffee you made and directing it towards him, "Made you a cup."

Ari is visibly conflicted, glancing between you and Hayden, standing still in the doorway until Hayden says, "It's fine, Mr. Levinson. We're all delusional here, let's just pretend this is normal and get on with our day."

Ari chuckles shortly before he takes the cup you've offered him, placing a quick kiss on your cheek in return, "How about we stick to Ari when we're not in class? Makes it feel just a little bit less weird."

"Works for me," Hayden responds as Ari walks over to sit by the dining table, "This is weird enough already."

"You're telling me," Ari mumbles quietly as he takes a sip of his coffee.

You smile at him before you turn to Hayden, "Technically, you're the odd man out. I cleared it with all the residents in this apartment that Ari would be sleeping over. But you never did answer my question; why are you here again?"

Ari chuckles under his breath, taking another sip of coffee while Hayden turns to you.

"I'm here because your roommate is absolutely insatiable and I'm not cruel enough to let her suffer."

You gag loudly, in a joking manner as you put your hands up, "Okay, enough, ew. Don't need the details."

"You sure?" Hayden jokes as he gets up from his seat to clean his bowl, "Because I have sooo many, I could tell you about how I-"

"Enough," you grumble, picking up your cup of coffee to take a seat next to Ari at the table, "You being here is plenty of information. Go back to her room so I can pretend you're not here right now. Please."

"Why?" Hayden muses, wiggling his brows at you and Ari, "You two going to get it on? Again?"

You sputter into the sip you're taking, and Ari chokes on his sip as well.

"Hayden, go touch some grass," you reply incredulously, "You fucking need it, you little snoop."

"That's a yes," Hayden laughs before he starts walking out of the kitchen. As he crosses the threshold he yells, "Have fun!" Before he disappears.

After a beat, Ari muses, "Tell me again why he's even here right now?"

"He's fucking Andrea," you grumble into your cup of coffee, "Much to everyones dismay."

"Right," Ari murmurs, taking a sip of his coffee, "Presumably not to Andrea's, though."

You scrunch your face up as you turn to him, "Please don't say that. It makes it worse."

Ari chuckles at your expression, "What, you don't want your roommates to have as much fun as you're having?"

A smirk grows on your lips before you tilt your head, "Believe me, there's no way in hell Andrea is having as much fun as I am."

"Oh really?" Ari replies, mirroring your smirk, "You want to elaborate on that?"

"Sure do," You chirp out happily, "You want the power point presentation or the practical one?"

Ari quirks a brow, watching you for a moment before he replies, "As much as I would love to see how you'd put what we do into a power point, I think I'd enjoy the practical one more."

"Oh I know you would," you smirk, immediately rising from your seat. You take his hand, pulling him with you as you get up, "Come on, Mr. Levinson. Let me show you what I've learned so far."

Ari chuckles and follows behind you when you drag him down the hallway, "Where are we going? Your bedroom is the other direction."

You shake your head, "We did it in bed already, on to the next room."

Ari barks out a laugh, that carries through the apartment until you tug him into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. You lock it before you push him up against it, your fingers immediately tangling in his hair when your lips land on his.

Ari doesn't miss a beat, his lips moving over yours possessively, his large hands gripping your waist as he hums, "Mmh, in the bathroom, hm?"

You nod as you keep kissing him, letting your hands travel down his chest, brushing over the dusting of hair covering it, "Yeah, thought that might be fun. What'dya say, daddy? Wanna fuck me in the shower?"

Ari lets out a low growl, his eyes darkening when he pulls back to look at you, "Abso-fucking-lutely I do."

You squeak when one of his hands suddenly lands on your ass in a smack, and then your head spins when he starts moving around, swiftly turning on the hot water before his hands curl in your shirt. You lift your arms in the air to let him pull it off you, his eyes locked on your breasts when they're exposed to him.

One warm hand cups your breast instantly, squeezing and groping the flesh, while the other curls behind your neck to pull you in for a searing kiss.

You mewl, hands traveling down his stomach until you reach the edge of his briefs, quickly wrapping your fingers in it to pull them down.

Ari lets you, and once they're on the floor, he mirrors your actions, pushing your panties down until you're fully naked for him.

"Come on baby," he husks out, both hands grabbing your ass, "Hop on."

You giggle as you jump up and he maneuvers you to wrap your legs around his waist, your hands on his shoulders when you lean in to kiss him again. He moans into the kiss, the tip of his cock poking you teasingly as he walks the both of you into the shower, a gasp escaping your lips when the hot water hits your back.

"You're insatiable," Ari murmurs, pushing your back up against the wall as he angles his hips, "I don't know how I'm going to be able to keep up in the long run."

You moan out a small chuckle when he rubs his cock between your wet folds, not wasting any time before he slowly pushes in.

"Having trouble, old man?" You breathe out, your fingers digging into his shoulders the deeper he pushes inside you, "Need a break, hm? Maybe a nap?"

Ari growls lowly, the sound coming from his throat, "Little fucking brat, you better behave."

"You like taming me," you moan as he bottoms out, and he mirrors the sound, his head falling back for a moment.

"You're so fucking tight," he whispers, tilting his head forward again to look at you, "Gripping me like a damn vice."

The familiar blue of his eyes is darker, almost completely swallowed out by his pupils, and it makes you want to drown in the depth of them.

When Ari pulls back a little and pushes back in, his thrusts slow but shallow, you choke on a moan, "It's 'cus I was made for you, daddy."

"That's right," he says, his deep voice lulling your mind into a space of pure desire, "You were made for me, made for taking my cock like my good little slut."

You moan at his words, your head dropping back to rest against the wall, your eyes closing when he starts fucking you in earnest, his thrusts going deeper.

"Isn't that right?" He grunts, his fingers digging into your ass as he fucks you up against the shower wall, "You're my little slut, aren't you? My dumb baby, such a pretty girl when your head goes empty like this, all you can think about is how badly you want to get fucked."

You whimper, a halfhearted nod as your body jolts in his hold, the cool tile soothing on your burning skin, excitement bursting through your veins every time his cock kisses your cervix.

But then your eyes shoot open in surprise when Ari suddenly wraps a large paw of a hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your pussy tighten around him.

"Fuck, you like that, huh?" He moans, picking up pace, his cock filling you again and again as he fucks into you, "Like getting choked, hm? I wasn't sure if you would, but good to know."

His fingers squeeze carefully, your wide eyes holding his as you let out an airy moan, your pussy tightening around him again.

"God damn it," he growls lowly, the hold he has on you forcing you to meet his hard thrusts, "You'll be the fucking death of me, I'd die for this pussy, jesus."

Your hands slide up to wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him closer as your moans get louder. He picks up pace again, now fucking you mercilessly up against the wall, your toes curling as your legs are wrapped around his waist.

"G-gonna cum, gonna cum daddy!" You stammer out, a wanton moan filling the bathroom when his thrusts suddenly get harder, more determined.

You hold his gaze, his dangerous blues burning into you as he fucks you with abandon, his brow a little furrowed as he tries to hold off his own release.

"Yes, come for me," he grunts, his fingers tightening around your throat, "Come for me, squeeze the shit out of my cock. You're not breathing until you come for daddy."

His words are stern, and it triggers something in you, your high pitched wail echoing on the bathroom tiles as you come undone in his hold. He lets out a deep, satisfactory moan as he watches you come, shaking and hiccuping when he releases your throat to place his hand on the tile behind you as he chases his own high.

He grunts, hips stuttering repeatedly before he shouts and buries his face in your neck, releasing into you. His warmth fills you as he pants against your skin, your hands stroking his broad back as you try to catch your own breath in turn.

You gently run your fingers through his hair, your bodies sticking together, the bathroom feeling hot and damp from the running water.

"You're going to kill me," Ari whispers breathlessly, "I might actually die."

It makes you giggle, and you smile fondly when he pulls back to look at you, his cheeks and neck flushed red from the heat. You cup his face, stroking his cheeks as you whisper, "How about some cuddles after we shower, hm? I promise not to wear you out. I'd like to keep you around."

"Sounds good," he smiles, placing a kiss on your nose before he carefully pulls out of you.

You and Ari showered together and took turns washing each others hair. He kneeled in front of you to give you better access considering your height difference, and you thought it was the cutest thing in the world whenever he'd look up at you as you lathered the shampoo.

You made sure he used your conditioner; you were not willing to go down on hair care for those gorgeous locks of his. Ari complied happily, despite his own hair care routine being a little different at home, but you're fairly certain he just said yes because it meant you'd keep running your fingers through his hair.

You dried off, and went back to your bedroom, where you cuddled up in bed, choosing to toss your towels. Which brings you to here.

Ari is lying between your legs as you have a movie playing on the TV, his head resting on your chest. Your fingers are running through his hair and scratching at his scalp, and he's purring lowly whenever your nails apply a little extra pressure.

His body is warm on top of yours, and the skin-to-skin contact is amazing. It feels nice, being naked and vulnerable with him, despite it not being sexual. It feels intimate.

"I like being with you like this," you murmur as you watch the screen, moved around so Ari can see it too, despite his current resting position.

"Me too," he replies quietly, placing a kiss on your chest, his cheek nuzzling into it a little as he smiles, "You feel nice."

You chuckle softly, scratching at his scalp, earning you another purr, "So do you."

"Not too heavy?"

"No," you smile, "Not at all. It feels good, actually. Having your weight on me, I like it. It's comforting."

"Yeah?" Ari asks, glancing up at you, "You like the feeling of me on top of you?"

You smile shyly, "Yes, I do. That's why I like missionary, too. I like how big and heavy you are, it always turns me on."

"Hm, interesting," Ari replies, looking back towards the TV. "Wonder why that is."

"I'm not sure I want to know," you snort, "Sounds like a rabbithole."

Ari chuckles at your words, "I think you have a point. Might be better not to go down it."

Once Sunday morning rolls around, Ari is still at your place. You get up after cuddling for a bit, both heading to the kitchen for breakfast.

You're just about to start bringing out pans to cook on when Ari stops you.

"Let me," he says, taking the pan out of your hand before he places it on the stove, "You go sit over there, I'll cook."

He gestures to the dining table, and you frown as you look up at him, "You don't have to do that, you're my guest, I should-"

"Shush," he chuckles, taking a sip of the cup of coffee you made him, "I want to make you breakfast. Let me."

You look at him for a moment before you relent, bringing your own coffee over to the dining table as you sit down. "Fine," you chuckle, shaking your head as you take a sip, "If you want to cook so bad, by all means, be my guest."

Ari snickers, cracking open an egg on the pan, "Thanks. I'll make enough for your other halves, as well."

You snort into your coffee, putting it down to look at him pointedly, "You make it sound like we're dating, or something. They're not my girlfriends."

"Oh?" Ari muses, quirking a brow as he cracks another egg, "They're not? What are they, then?"

Your brows furrow momentarily before you backtrack, "Okay, technically, they're my girlfriends, but not like.. Girlfriends-girlfriends, you know?"

Ari snorts at your clumsy wording, nodding as he chuckles, "Uhm, yeah. I think so."

"I don't have a girlfriend-girlfriend," you quip, watching him as you take a sip of coffee, "I don't swing that way."

"That, I do believe," Ari retorts, smirking at you, "You're way too into my cock for that."

You cough and sputter into your coffee, looking at him with wide eyes, "Ari!"

He laughs at your shocked expression, while you wipe the table with a cloth to clean up your spill.

"Relax," he says through laughs, "I'm only kidding."

"Are you?!" You exclaim between laughing huffs, "Who even are you, I don't know this brazen man!"

Ari's laugh gets louder, smiling from ear to ear as he continues cooking, "You know I'm not shy, why are you surprised?"

"Uh, because we're in the kitchen?" You sass, sipping your coffee.

"You know that's never stopped me before," he retorts, cocking a brow and almost making you stutter again.

You quickly recover, putting down the coffee, "Stop that, Mr. Levinson. Someone might hear."

Ari shrugs, "Eh. They've been in the apartment the past two days, they already know."

You scoff and shake your head, chuckling before you reply, "You're the worst."

"Thanks baby."

You smile at him, rolling your eyes before you change the subject, "Hey, so, how long will you be staying? When do you need to go back home?"

"I need to go back when it fits," Ari replies, "I won't be gone long, just gotta grab some of my stuff."

Your brows raise in surprise, "Oh, you're uh.. You're coming back after?"

Ari turns to you, his brows furrowed, "Well, yeah, I thought I would. Why? Do you not want me to?"

"Sure, I'd love to spend the day with you," you smile, before you add, "It's just, I kinda have to study.. So I need to.. Focus, you know?"

Ari nods and hums, pouring the food onto a plate, "Okay, I get that. I have some work to do as well. We can be around each other while still working though, right? And then we'd have the evening together."

Ari brings the plate and two forks over, putting it down in front of you on the table before he takes a seat next to you.

You pick up your fork and take a bite, while Ari does the same.

"Yeah, that sounds nice," you reply, humming at the taste, "Like being together while doing other stuff."

"Exactly," Ari chuckles, his head dipping to place a kiss on your shoulder, "And this way, I still get to sneak a kiss or two from you in between. Much more fun than being at home."

You chuckle as well, leaning before you place a kiss on his lips, "Me too. Sounds perfect."

Ari went back to his place to get some things but he was gone for less than hour. You're sitting by the dining table, typing on your computer with the course book in front of you, taking notes, when Andrea lets him into your apartment.

"Back so soon?" She muses as he walks inside, "That didn't last long."

Ari smiles at her, shrugging his shoulders, "Had to get some stuff for tomorrow. Why, am I annoying to have around?"

Andrea chuckles and shakes her head, "No, not at all. You cook a nice meal, so I'm excited for later."

Ari quirks a brow at her, "Is that a hint that you want me to make you dinner to make up for being around all the time?"

"Yep," Andrea replies immediately, "It sure is. Buddy."

Ari nods slowly, "Okay, I can work with that." He glances around the hallway momentarily, "Is your boytoy still here?"

"No, he had to go do some football stuff," Andrea replies with a dismissive wave of her hand, "I don't really get into that, I can't remember what he said."

"Okay, well, let me just work for a little while and I promise to make you dinner, as repayment for allowing me to invade your space."

Andrea grins widely, "Great! I'll let Jessica know."

She walks off, and Ari heads toward your room, poking his head into the kitchen when he spots you at the dining table, "I'm back. I'll just drop my bag in your room and then I'll come work next to you."

You glance at him, your fingers stilling their typing for just a moment, "Okay, but no distracting me. I can't behind on my studying."

Ari snorts and nods, "Aye aye, Captain."

You and Ari worked opposite each other at the dining table, him grading papers and preparing next weeks lectures while you studied. It was nice, sitting in comfortable silence while you worked individually, and it was also nice to be able to look up from your computer once in a while to see his handsome face.

In the evening, he made dinner for you, Andrea and Jessica, and they were both beyond grateful, eagerly engaging him in conversation. It made you smile fondly to watch them talking while you took a backseat, it made your stomach flutter in excitement at how well they were getting along.

Jessica almost talked his ear off when she started telling Ari about this guy she met, the one on the football team, but Ari was so considerate and sweet, listening intently and offering up advice on how to handle boys.

All in all, the weekend was perfect, and it felt like it meant something. You weren't labeling anything, but something about how he acted around you and your friends, the things you did together, you had a feeling it wouldn't be long until you did.

Either way, you loved being around him, absorbing his aura, enveloping yourself in him. He was all-consuming, but in the good way, the kind of man you're willing to drown in but who'd never let you because he'd always make sure you never sacrificed anything important for him.

And it felt good. Amazing, actually. It made you wonder about the future, and what was going to happen once the semester ends.

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