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nicoline1998enilocin · 5 months

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Fluffcember Day 6 | Apology accepted

Pairing | Husband!Ari Levinson x Wife!Fem!Reader

Word count | 2.4K

Summary | You and Ari have a big fight, and it doesn't go how Ari thinks when you storm out of the house. Spending time apart has always been difficult for the both of you since you've constantly been conjoined at the hip. The time apart gives you both time to think, and when you come back, Ari is more than ready to apologize the best way he knows how.

Warning(s) | Established relationship ~ husband & wife, use of a pet name ~ Princess

Angst | Swearing, mentions of a big fight, mention of a past abusive relationship, Ari is an absolute ass in the beginning of the story

Smut |unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), oral ~ F & M receiving, squirting, 69, dirty talk, size kink, belly bulge

A/n | This one-shot is written for day 6 of my Fluffcember 2023 Challenge. Thank you to @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading this one, it is deeply appreciated as always! I apologize that this and the last one were later than planned, but starting from tomorrow’s fic (day 7) everything will be going back to its regular schedule 🎄

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It is rare for you and Ari to fight, let alone to have one as big as this one. You don't remember how it started, but you know it has evolved into a screaming match on both sides.

''You are such a bitch sometimes, you know that?!'' Ari spits out, and as soon as the words slip out of his mouth, he instantly regrets his choice of words. Where he was beyond angry not even a moment ago, he is suddenly all too aware of everything going on, and the tears spilling over your waterline are not being missed by him.

But that's not what breaks Ari. What does end up being the last straw for him right now is that when he flings his arms up in anger - without the intention of hurting you, he could never do that - you flinch and step back with your arms wrapped around yourself.

You've been hurt too many times to count in your past relationship because your ex-husband has been both emotionally and physically abusive towards you, which has left you extremely traumatized.

It has taken years of therapy to return to your old self, and when you met Ari, your future seemed much brighter again. The day you told him what had happened to you, he swore never to lay a hand on you, and he has never broken that promise, but that doesn't mean you didn't get scared by his unintentional movement.

You're sobbing loudly as you retreat up the stairs and away from your husband, your vision blurry as you slap a hand over your mouth to stifle the sobs, but it's not working.

''Fuck!'' Ari yells as he throws the photo on the floor that he is holding, shattering it into a thousand little pieces. It was the photo your fight was about, and he knows he should have thrown it out long ago, but he couldn't get himself to do it.

And look where it got him right now: his wife crying and afraid of him and packing her stuff to get out of the house, away from him. No matter what he says or does, it won't matter because he knows he can't change your mind.

It's not for lack of trying, though.

''Princess, can we please talk about it? I'm sorry-'' is all he can say, but your mind is made up. You packed enough clothing and toiletries for a week and brought some valuables that you can't go without.

Your wedding ring, however, is left on the little trinket dish in the bathroom, and it's the first thing Ari notices.

''Fuck you, Ari Levinson,'' is the last thing you tell him before wiping your eyes and leaving your keys by the door, right before slamming the door behind you. How you would get back into the house would be a worry for another moment; right now, you need to get out of the house and away from him before either of you do something they regret.

You order an Uber, and within a few minutes, it's there, and you get in without looking back, ready to go to a nearby hotel to stay there for a few days.

Ari was looking through the big window next to your front door the entire time until you were entirely out of sight, and that's when he collapsed.

His hands are threaded into his hair as he sinks to his knees, screaming to let all his frustrations out. The tears roll in steady streams over his cheeks as he's petrified you will have left him for good.

But you could never get yourself to the point of leaving him forever. You need some time apart to think about what happened, but in the end, you will always come back to him and talk about what happened. But right now, you both need your own space.

''I'm such a fuck-up...'' Ari whispers to nothing as he wipes the tears from his cheeks, letting a few sniffles escape before pulling himself together and going upstairs to see what you've taken - and left behind.

He walks into the bathroom and finds your wedding ring there, which he had already noticed was missing when you walked out the door. Next up is the closet, and he sees that some of your favorite clothes and his hoodie are missing.

The photo of you two hanging on the bedroom wall is also missing, and you brought your electronic devices for work, but the rest are still there, just like they were that morning.

The most valuable thing he is missing now is you.

The first three or four days were, apart from lonely, relatively okay. But there's only so much work you both can distract yourself with and because of that, you decide that on the fourth evening of your departure, you'll send Ari a text message to talk.

My Princess 👑 >> Can we talk tomorrow over lunch? The hotel has a restaurant where we can sit and discuss what happened.

You have to fight the urge to text him how much you miss him, and instead, you keep the message neutral to calm your excitement.

My Prince 👑 >> Of course, Princess. I can be there at 1:30 PM. Let me know if you want me to bring anything, and I will. I love you.

He is making it incredibly hard not to run back to him and forgive him instantly, but you're surprising yourself with the amount of willpower you are showing.

You text him that 1:30 is okay and which hotel you're staying at, and with that, you're officially feeling better, not about what happened, but about the fact that you two can talk it out like adults.

The next day arrived faster than you thought, and it's currently 1 PM, so you still have about 30 minutes before you meet Ari in the hotel restaurant.

To be sure, you opted for a shower first. You may be talking about your fight, but that doesn't mean you can't look decent for your husband. You're opting to wear a casual outfit instead of Ari's hoodie, which is what you've been wearing for the past few days.

A few minutes before you're supposed to meet him, you make your way down to the hotel, and much to your surprise, he's already waiting by the time you arrive.

He gets up from the table he was sitting at, and you see the denim shirt that spans over his shirt and shoulders, making every muscle look even bigger than it already is.

Despite your height in your platform boots, he's still quite a lot taller than you are, and when he greets you, he has to lean down pretty far to reach your cheek, where he places a soft, loving kiss.

''Hi Princess, thank you for meeting me,'' he says, and you can't help but giggle at how his beard tickles your cheek, and a flush spreads across your cheeks.

''It's the least I could do after the way I stormed out of the house,'' you say as you sit down across from him, and he nods in response, not wanting to ruin the moment.

''I'm sorry for storming out of the house the way I did-'' you start the conversation, ''- It was immature of me, and I'm so sorry, Ari. I know I hurt you with that, and it has never been my intention to do that, but my fight or flight response kicked in...'' you say as your voice trails off.

''No need to explain, Princess, you did what was best for you in the situation, and I understand why you did it. I should be the one saying sorry in this case because I shouldn't have yelled at you the way I did.''

''All you did was ask a normal question about a photo, and I went off without a reason to do so, and I am so sorry for that, Princess. I have been hurting so much knowing what I did to you, and I want you to know that I love you so much, and if you let me, I want to show you just how much,'' he asks, his voice getting slightly deeper near the end.

You can already feel the arousal pool in your panties, and without needing to say a word, you're getting up, and Ari is immediately following you up to your hotel room.

You two barely make it into the elevator because once the doors close, Ari picks you up, and your legs are wrapped around his waist. The kiss you two share is passionate and hurried, unable to get to your hotel room quickly enough.

A clash of tongue and teeth follows, and once the doors open when you're on your floor, you guide Ari to your hotel room, which is close to the elevator.

''Here,'' you say as you hand him the keycard, and without a problem, he unlocks and swings open the door, kicking it shut behind him before pushing you against a wall.

''Missed you so fucking much, Princess, couldn't even fucking cum without you being there. It was so fucking hard every day, but without you, I couldn't do it. Need you so much, Princess,'' Ari tells you between kisses on your neck and jaw, all while you're opening the buttons on his shirt, needing him just as badly.

''Ari, please! Need you to fucking wreck me!'' you beg him, and he isn't one to deny you when you're begging for him to ruin you.

It doesn't take long for you both to be completely naked, and he's already lining up with your entrance. His red, leaking tip is swiped through your folds with his large hand and long fingers wrapped around it, and you're already whining impatiently.

''Fuck, so needy for me already, aren't you?'' he asks, and when he finally starts sliding in, he hisses at how tight you are around him, even after all the years you've been together.

''Jesus, fuck! Such a tight pussy for me, feels so good around my big cock, always such a perfect, tiny pussy for me to fuck,'' he groans as he slides in, and you moan uncontrollably at a stretch, and you can never get enough of it.

The size difference between you and Ari is perfect in every single way, and his size kink is most definitely satisfied each time he slides home, though he can never stop himself from commenting on it.

''Look at you, Princess, look how much I'm filling you up already. 'm not even in, and I can already see myself in your belly,'' he tells you, and he throws his head back when he slides in completely, your back arching into him when he does.

Your moans are uncontrollable at this point, making Ari only harder inside you. He bends forward, bracing himself on his elbows beside your shoulders, before slowly rolling his hips, and the smirk on his lips is almost devilish.

''D-don't smile at me like this,'' you tell him, or you try to at least, because when you're nearing the end of the sentence, he angles his hips in such a way that has your eyes rolling into your head.

''What're you talking about, Princess? 'm just making love to my wife,'' he says, and he captures your lips in a deep, passionate kiss that is enough to push you over the edge, especially with the way he thrusts into your sweet spot.

''Ari, 'm cumming!'' is all the warning you can give before you cum, and you squirt all over the bed and your husband as you push him out with the force of your orgasm.

''Fucking hell, Princess, look at you! Fucking squirted all over me, you know how fucking good that makes me feel, don't you?'' he asks, but your brain is already turned to mush after just one orgasm.

''I need a taste of this delicious pussy now, Princess, and you get to sit on my face just the way you like, he whispers in your ear right before nibbling on your earlobe, earning himself a soft whine.

He's lying on his back, and you're too far gone even to comprehend what's happening; you're seated on his face, but you can't keep yourself up, so you fall forward as he's already licking his way through your folds.

You're eye to eye with his cock, and you reach out to touch it, giving it a few strokes before taking the tip into your mouth and suckling softly. When you do this, he lets out a groan that goes right through your body, and you're already on the edge of another orgasm again.

He keeps eating you out like a man who's been starving for a long time, and when you trace the large vein on his cock with your tongue, you feel him twitching in your hold, making you smile.

Once Ari dips his tongue into your entrance to get to the source of your sweet juices, you moan loudly, but your second undoing comes when he attaches his thumb to your clit, rubbing tight circles that have you trembling in his hold.

The moans and whines leaving your lips are absolutely without any control behind it at this point, as you're completely and utterly fucked out, but all you need now is for Ari to cum. That's all you can focus on right now, and that doesn't take long.

''Feels so good inside that throat of yours, Princes, gonna fucking cum for you, and you better swallow it all,'' he says through gritted teeth as he fucks up into your throat, your hand stroking the part you can't get into your mouth.

Before you know it, he's shooting his ropes of cum into your throat and mouth, but he can't seem to stop cumming, and a few spurts of cum end up on your face as well, making you look thoroughly and utterly fucked out.

C'mere Princess,'' he says as you look back at him, and he pulls you onto his chest before licking his cum off his face, right before giving you a deep kiss to feed it all back to you.

''Good girl,'' he tells you, and with those words, you fall asleep on your husband's chest, getting some much-needed rest. You would continue your conversation when you wake up, but right now, you need to be in his arms, where everything will be okay.

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tomkinard · 8 months

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ARIANA GRANDE Honeymoon Avenue (Live From London)

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mackenzielovee · 1 year

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protection (3) — ari levinson

summary: Ari and your father have been business partners for ages, and it seems that he doesn't care for you. This doesn't stop you from trying; scheming to make the older man fall for you the same way the rest of your father's men have, too.

pairing: dbf! ari x reader

warnings: mentions of blood, death, guns, violence, smut (kissing, grinding, sexual language/content)

wc: 3.2k

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For hours, you feel too humiliated to even try to venture out of your room. You try not to think about how Ari made you feel — how he tested you, embarrassed you, but made it seem as if he was doing it all for your safety.

Your mind reels as you try to figure it all out. Figure him out. Eventually, you resign to thinking you never will. That doesn’t mean you’re willing to stop trying to get to him.

It’s dark out when you decide to venture down the stairs. You can hear your father and his men in his office, and your skin crawls at the thought of facing Ari again today. You’re sure you’ve pushed him far enough, and maybe, just maybe, it would be wise not to push any further.

You hurry across the house and into the kitchen; socks sliding against the glossy wood floors. You’d taken a bath, just as your father suggested, then put on black shorts and an oversized tee shirt you’d stolen from an ex-boyfriend.

Your stomach growls, and you begin to dig through the fridge in hopes of finding something; leftovers, microwavable meals, or even just something to snack on.

“There’s pasta on the top shelf.”

You tense and spin around, finding Javier standing on the opposite side of the kitchen, watching you. Even in the darkness that surrounds you, you can make out a cut on his bottom lip and a bruise around his eye.

“Javi,” you breathe, “What happened to your face?”

“Ari,” he replies, then looks to the floor, “You okay?”

“Me?”

“Yes, you,” he nods, “I’ve never gotten used to being shot at. Even in my line of work. I can’t imagine how much it must have rattled you.”

You swallow, but you suddenly realize that there’s no pang in your chest. There’s no hear sunken feeling; no dread, anxiety, fear, or anything. You just feel numb. Before now, you hadn’t even realized the lack of emotions you felt about the day — unrelated to Ari and his behavior.

“I’m fine,” you squeak, and it’s obvious Javier doesn’t believe you.

“Well, I’ll be here when you’re not,” he promises.

You frown, “He hit you?”

Javier finally allows himself to look at you now, then nods once to answer your question.

“Three times,” he explains, “It’s not a big deal.”

You shake your head defiantly and flip on the kitchen light, then walk over to where Javier stands. You notice him looking you up and down, but you don’t call attention to it.

“He can’t just hit you and get away with it,” you mumble, “Especially after he had a gun to your head.”

Javier smirks, “I’m fine, bonita. Truly.”

“I should give him a piece of my mind,” you grunt, crossing your arms over your chest.

“No, you shouldn’t,” Javier chuckles.

You open your mouth to speak, but the sound that travels through the air makes your blood stop cold in your veins.

“Give who a piece of your mind?”

Javier’s smile falls and he immediately steps back from you, tucking his hands into the pockets of his dress pants. You spin slowly, coming face to face with Ari for the first time in mere hours. His glare is harsh and his jaw is clenched as he looks between you and Javier. Like a wave, the fear washes over you. It registers immediately that you only seem to feel anything when Ari’s in the vicinity — even if those feelings aren’t good ones.

His gaze is strong as he stares at you, seemingly begging for you to try him. Again. You inhale deeply, then shake your head.

“Nobody,” you mumble.

He nods, but his jaw ticks victoriously, “Javier, get the car ready. We’re leaving in ten minutes.”

“Yes sir,” Javier replies automatically, stealing one quick glance at you before adding, “Goodnight, Miss Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Javi,” you whisper.

The room falls silent, but it seems that Ari finds comfort in that. He leans up against the doorframe and crosses his arms, following in Javier’s steps and not bothering to hide the way he looks you up and down. The idea of him looking at you that way makes you squirm, and you let it show.

He smirks as you fidget with your hands, doing your best to avoid his eyes.

“Are you still mad at me?” you ask, your voice sounding weak and powerless compared to his.

“Yes,” he replies, “Are you still mad at me?”

You bite the inside of your cheek, finally daring to meet his eyes. Your heart feels like it’s burning up in your chest when he looks at you, and your mind races as you try to figure out why Ari has such an impact on you.

“Yes,” you mumble.

He nods, “I’m not going to apologize.”

“Neither am I.”

You watch as his lips tip up, but he lets the expression fall. Then, he takes a step forward, then another, watching as you move back. He continues his pursuit forward until your back meets the counter, trapping you in.

“I’m not asking you to,” he rasps.

Your throat is suddenly dry, and all you can smell, all you can see, is him. He’s too close, and every alarm bell you’ve ever had is blaring inside of you. Instead of moving, you allow him to take the remaining steps to you, then set his hands on the counter on either side of your body. He’s caging you where you stand, maintaining eye contact and showing no fear.

“Are you flirting with me, Mr. Levinson?”

You know it’s a risk, but it’s your plan. To lure him in. You count yourself victorious, given that it’s only been one day, and he’s already so close. You refuse to show fear, even though your heart is racing out of your chest. Calm, cool, collected. Make him sweat.

“Like you’ve been flirting with me?” he counters, raising a brow. When you don’t answer, he dips his head down, requesting an answer and adding, “Huh?”

“Maybe,” you answer shyly.

His smirk widens, and you swear he moves even closer to you before he stands up straight, nodding in approval when you follow him with your eyes.

“What, you’re gonna play the game and then get all shy?” he teases, “I’m falling for it, sweetheart.”

You furrow your brow, “Falling for what?”

“For your little game,” he shrugs, his hand dragging along the counter and ghosting over your waist, “You’re clearly in desperate need of attention. You’re upset because your Daddy doesn’t give you enough—”

You shove him then, realizing Ari’s playing his own game that you don’t know anything about. He chuckles dryly and stumbles back, but catches himself and recovers quickly.

“Fuck you, Ari,” you say.

He laughs dryly, “You ought to know better than to speak to me like that.”

“I’m speaking to you like this because you’re being an asshole,” you fire back, “I’m not desperate, and I don’t have Daddy issues.”

Ari snorts, “Okay, sure. And I’m not about to go shoot a guy in the head for looking at you the wrong way today.”

Your eyes widen at those words. Ari shakes his head and runs a hand through his beard, sighing with frustration as you stand in front of him. Motionless and fearful.

“You’re going to kill him?” you ask quietly.

“He tried to kill you,” he replies instantly.

You grow quiet at that; unwilling to beg for a man’s life when Ari’s standing in front of you like this. He radiates strength and power, and even though a small part of you is afraid of him, a bigger part is squirming because of how much he makes you feel.

The idea of Ari killing the man from the street today brings a pit to your stomach, but not for the reason it should.

“What if he tries to kill you first?” you question.

His smirk returns, “Then, I guess you’ll be free to run off into the sunset with your precious Javi.”

You look up at him, but you don’t verbally respond. He licks his lips as he stares down at you, both of you feeling as if silence is a better communicator than words.

He doesn’t step back, doesn’t attempt to move or give you more space. He merely remains still, remains focused, and leaves the next move up to you. You know you shouldn’t take it — not after what he said about you having Daddy issues and essentially calling you desperate. But, you can’t help yourself. He’s right there in front of you, and you justify your action by telling yourself that it’s all part of getting the big, bad Ari Levinson to fall to his knees.

He freezes when you press the palm of your hand to his broad chest — clearly not expecting this in the slightest. He’s warm, you think, and strong. Your lips tip up as you feel the power come back to you.

“You’ll be careful, won’t you, Mr. Levinson?”

He swallows, not daring to move a muscle. Your smirk widens as he works to form a response, although his eyes never leave yours.

“No,” he answers, stepping closer and drawing your palm further up his chest, “Not with the motherfucker who tried to kill you today.”

Your insides burn as you imagine what Ari is capable of. Even so, you don’t bother dropping your hand.

“I’ll wait for you to come home,” you whisper, watching his eyes drop to your lips, “You’ll need someone to clean you up, right?”

You watch every thought fall from his head except for one. Mindlessly, Ari nods. You smirk, knowing you have him right where you want him.

Until you don’t.

All at once, Ari snaps right back into it — and it takes you too long to realize that he never lost control at all. With his hand placed lightly around your throat, he pulls you away from the counter and over to the pantry door. He roughly sets you up against it and boxes you in again, then leans down so that his lips are only inches from yours.

“That’s real cute,” he murmurs.

You swallow roughly, gasping when he presses his body up against yours. The entire facade slips, and all you can think about is how close he is, how good he smells, and how much you want him.

“What is?” you ask breathlessly.

“You,” he replies, “Thinking you can play with me. You should know better, baby.”

Frantically, you shake your head, the feeling of being in trouble somehow clouding your judgment. You’ve forgotten the game, and all you can think about is him.

“I do,” you whisper.

He raises a brow, “You do, huh?”

“Mhm,” you hum, leaning closer.

He grins, “Prove it.”

Ari pulls his head back when you rise on your tip-toes, desperate to prove it to him in any way possible. You can’t seem to think of anything besides kissing him, feeling him, being this close to him.

“Ari,” you whine, trying to tug him in by the end of his shirt.

You watch the look in Ari’s eyes change as you say his name, and for a moment, you think that’s the key. The answer. Just say his name, and he’ll look at you like he’s ready to drop to his knees. You’re sure he almost does, but stops when he hears your father’s office door open down the hall. His voice is faint, but the sound of his Italian loafers against the wood floor tells you he’s coming to the kitchen.

“I’ll come back when he’s dead,” Ari whispers to you, “I can’t fucking think straight knowing he’s out there thinking about you like that.”

You bite your lip to hide a smile, then run your hand down his chest. He groans deeply, but doesn’t stop you.

“Will you bring me back a souvenir?”

Ari’s jaw ticks, “If there’s anything left of him.”

You smile, and so does Ari. Your father rounds the corner just as Ari takes three large steps back, not breaking eye contact with you for a second.

“Oh, hello, my love,” your father greets you, “What are you doing up so late?”

You give your father a convincing smile, “I just needed a snack.”

He steps over to you and kisses your forehead, clearly unsuspecting. Javier leans in the doorway of the kitchen, but you can’t find it in you to look at him. He’d left you alone with Ari several minutes ago, and you still haven’t come any closer to making something to eat.

“Eat whatever you’re hungry for, darling. We have some business to take care of tonight, but Vick will be in the house if you need anything, and Derek and Mateo are at the front gate. Get some good rest, okay?”

You nod, “Okay, Dad.”

He beams, then kisses your forehead once more. When he turns back to Ari and Javier, you allow your eyes to float back up. Ari’s watching you; fists clenched tightly at his side.

“Let’s get moving, boys,” he says.

Javier nods and walks off without a word, and your father follows. Ari lingers, stealing one last glance at you before swallowing and turning his back.

“Be careful, Mr. Levinson,” you say quietly, only for him to hear.

He turns and raises a teasing brow, then licks his lips. You ignore the feelings that stir in your stomach.

“Get some rest,” Ari says, repeating your father’s words before adding, “You’re going to need it.”

Your mind doesn’t stop buzzing after Ari leaves. You’d watched him from the window as he climbed into the bulletproof, black SUV, dripping power and dominance with every step. He doesn’t look back, not even once, and you swear you can feel anxiety swirling at the thought of him not returning to the house.

After they leave, you’re far too anxious to eat, so you end up wandering around the house. Vick stays in your father’s office, and you don’t even attempt to bother him. After an hour of deafening silence, you head back upstairs to your room, where you do your best to distract yourself.

Around one o’clock in the morning, you fall asleep. Keeping your eyes open proves to be too difficult, and your head falls to the right as you sit up in your bed.

It’s not until almost four o’clock that you hear the doors slamming and the boots against the wood. Your father barks out orders, and the second you register his voice, your eyes go wide. If he’s home, that means Ari is, too.

You scramble off your bed and over to your door, pulling it open without a second thought. You can hear your father talking downstairs, but it all fades quickly.

Ari appears at the top of the stairs, and the breath escapes from your lungs. His eyes take their time traveling up, then down, and finally, he looks right at you.

You take in his appearance; bruised and bloody knuckles, blood spatter on his face, neck, and shirt, and dirt covering the rest of him. He’s dirty, but you don’t care one bit.

“Here,” he says gruffly, walking over to where you remain frozen, “A souvenir.”

Obediently, you hold your hand out and take what he offers without even considering what it might be. When you feel the cool metal touch your palm, you look down.

“What is this?” you ask quietly.

“His wedding band,” Ari answers, emotionless, “He’s dead. You know what that means?”

You snort to yourself as you go through the possibilities he could say next. Even though you should be repulsed at the idea of holding a dead man’s wedding band, you’re not. Strangely, it’s because Ari gifted it to you.

“What?” you whisper, looking back up at him.

He steps closer and lowers his voice, “That means, the only man fantasizing about you tonight will be me.”

You don’t even have to think before you’re reaching for him, tracing over the dried blood on his shirt with your perfectly manicured finger.

“You don’t have to fantasize.”

That seems to be all the permission Ari needs, because you’re not at all prepared for the way he steps forward and grabs you, picking you up and pushing your back against the wall in one quick motion. You grasp and lock your legs around his waist, then your arms around his torso. His mouth meets your jawline, neck, and collarbones, leaving traces of harsh, wet kisses and bite marks in their wake. His breath is hot on your skin, but you love the feeling more than you could ever describe.

“I fucking knew it,” he groans into your neck, “Skin’s so fucking soft. You like teasing the fuck out of me, baby?”

��Mhm,” you hum, unable to form words, “Ari—”

“Shh,” he hushes you, pressing another kiss, then another, then another to your jaw and cheeks, “I’m gonna stand here and savor every bit, and you’re gonna let me. Understood?”

You grind your hips against his abs, and he pushes his midsection closer into you, forcing a moan from your throat. You let him do whatever he wants; doing exactly as he ordered you to do and remaining quiet and still for him. Your fingers comb through his hair and tug, which bring short groans out of his throat.

It isn’t until he bites down on the right side of your neck that you let out a loud sound, a moan of his name, that he covers your mouth with his large hand.

“Oh, baby,” he chuckles against your neck, “You want your Dad to hear how desperate you are for me? How willingly you spread your legs for his business partner?”

“Ari,” you whine, “Want you.”

“I want Javier to hear you,” he continues, ignoring your words and the way you grind against him, desperate for friction, “I want him to hear your weak little gasps every fucking time I touch you. He’s never heard them before, right, baby?”

“No,” you say immediately, “Don’t want Javi. Want you.”

“Aw,” he grins, his smile and his tone patronizing, “You’re so needy. You just want attention, huh?”

“Yes,” you pant.

He grins, and you feel hopeful. You imagine him carrying you to your bedroom, stripping off every article of clothing, and keeping you in your bed until the sun comes up. You move closer, wanting to kiss him, but he pulls back. Just as you start to frown, he reaches around and unlocks your legs from his waist, then practically drops you onto the floor.

“Don’t you dare forget this,” he says deeply, “How I can reduce you to fucking nothing in under five minutes. You think you hold the power with your little shorts and that fucking smile? Not a chance, baby.”

Your eyes widen and your lips form into a pout — Ari leaving you feeling embarrassed and humiliated for the second time today pushing you too far.

“Ari?” you question, watching his smirk deepen.

“Enjoy your souvenir,” he replies coldly, then turns away, “It’s the last one you’ll get from me for a while.”

He descends down the stairs without another glance or word, leaving you standing there, desperate, sad, and needy. You watch him go, and let the embarrassment settle in your chest. You’re not used to this — the feeling of being rejected or denied. Although Ari challenges you, no part of you wants to face these feelings. You wanted it to all be easy, and Ari Levinson is proving to be very, very difficult. Especially when it registers as you walk back into your bedroom that he didn’t even once kiss you on the lips.

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The Meeting- Sneak Peek

After being Ari's one and only, it's only natural to meet the most important woman in his life.

You bite your lips nervously, fingers drumming against your leg as you stare out the window of the best up truck. The houses are rushing by in a blur, though you can see the street ahead and know time is running out. Despite Sarah and Ari being on good terms, you're still terrified to officially meet her- especially knowing their complicated history. Ari's constant missions and workaholic tendencies tend to interfere with a lot of your time together, but being paired together has allowed more freedom in the relationship that Sarah never had. You can't help but worry about the future, if Sarah doesn't approve of you being near her daughter, or if Maya doesn't like you, or-

"Get out of your head, pretty girl." A large hand takes yours, bringing it to scruffy lips, and you blink out of my thoughts and smile as Ari briefly meets your eyes. “Stop being so nervous, they’re going to love you.”

“Will they?” You raise your eyebrows at him. “It’s your ex-wife, who could think I’m going to try and replace her… Not to mention Maya…”

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The Tarzan to my Jane

400 follower celebration 🖤

PAIRING | Husband!Ari Levinson x Wife!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 3.3K

SUMMARY | You're invited to a Halloween costume party and have tried convincing Ari to wear a couple's costume. He finally gives in but on one condition: he gets to pick the costume, and you cannot say no to whatever he chooses.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Established relationship (Husband & Wife), age gap (Ari = early to mid 40's, Reader = early to mid 30's), smut (slow, lazy love making, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), slight orgasm delay, oral (M receiving), cum swallowing), Reader feels insecure, mention of a miscarriage (not explicit), angst.

A/N | Let's just say I had some very horny thoughts I couldn't get out of my head, okay? 🫣 I hope you will enjoy this as much as I did when writing it now that Halloween is slowly approaching again 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚

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''Ari? Do you happen to be free on October 31st?'' you ask as you walk into the kitchen where your husband is just finishing the dishes. The two of you have this unspoken rule that when one of you cooks, the other does the dishes, so he's busy.

''I don't know yet, Gorgeous. But I may be by the way you asked that question,'' he says with a smile as he looks over at you, raising his eyebrow in curiosity.

Your heart skips a few beats, and you subconsciously squeeze your thighs together at how he looks at you, just like all those years ago when the two of you first got together.

''Well, you have to be now because Jessica invited us to a costume party!'' you say with a massive smile, showing him the invitation your best friend sent you over text.

''Can I think about it, Gorgeous? Halloween is still quite far ahead of us, after all,'' he asked, and you nodded even though you were a little disappointed in his answer. You half expected him to say yes immediately because you're a massive fan of Halloween, but he isn't as into it as you are.

''Of course, you can, Handsome,'' you say before standing on your tiptoes and kissing his cheek, which Ari happily leans into, a slight grin appearing on his face.

While Ari finishes the dishes, you take a relaxing shower, maybe followed by a face mask and an excellent book before sleep, so you walk upstairs, preparing for your shower.

You slip your shirt over your head, unbutton your pants, and slide them down before stepping out of them and throwing them into the laundry basket.

When you turn around, you get startled for a second by Ari standing in the doorframe, but the scared feeling immediately disappears as you see his wandering eyes over your body.

''See something you like, Handsome?'' you ask, and Ari hums appreciatively.

''You know I do, Gorgeous,'' he says as he walks over to you, reaching you in 2 steps with his legs that seem to go on for miles and miles in the tight pants he always seems to wear.

His hand raises to your face and cups your cheek, his fingers going into your hair because they're so long. His other hand picks you up without effort and places you on the counter, leaning in until his lips have slotted perfectly together with yours.

The kiss is soft and slow but very passionate, and you can feel your panties grow wetter with every slide of his tongue, every gentle nip of his teeth, every touch of his fingers.

You can also feel Ari grow harder in his jeans as his growing erection rubs against your core, making you moan into his mouth.

''Ari, please. Need you so bad...'' you say when you pull apart, and you don't have to tell him twice. Within less than a minute, you're both completely naked, and you feel the soft mattress under your back as Ari carries you over there.

''Hmm, I love it when you're this needy for me, Gorgeous,'' Ari whispers into your hair as he lines up with your entrance, his body hovering over yours as he places soft kisses on your forehead and hairline.

Your legs are spread perfectly for Ari to slot right between them, slowly pushing forward into your soaked cunt, making you whine and moan softly at the feeling of him stretching you so deliciously.

''A-Ari! Fuck... Feels good,'' you babble as he slowly lets you adjust to his size, spreading more kisses all over your face and down to your neck. Your head lulls to the side, giving him more room to leave his trail of tiny kisses until he's fully buried.

A deep groan escapes his chest once he's entirely in, and the slight burn has already made way for nothing but pure pleasure, and you wrap your legs around him to pull him closer. Your feet are hooked together, making sure he can't go anywhere.

''Feels so perfect in your pussy, Gorgeous. God, I want to be buried in here forever; it feels so tight and warm for me,'' Ari whispers into your ear, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine, and your blood feels like honey in your veins.

He makes you feel so good, saying exactly the right things, touching you precisely in the right places, and you can never get enough of him; it's like you're intoxicated whenever he feels you, he talks to you, or he looks at you. Even after all these years, you're head over heels in love with this man.

He's slowly moving in and out of you, and you feel every single vein on his large member as he glides along your walls, his tip hitting your sweet spot every single time until it has you seeing stars.

Your ability to talk is long gone because of him, and now you're just a moaning, babbling mess underneath him, just the way Ari loves you the most. Completely fucked dumb.

''Doing so well for me, Gorgeous; look at how well you're taking me right now,'' he groans, keeping his same leisurely pace that has you constantly on edge, but it's not enough to push you over just yet.

Ari can see you're trying to tell him something, but you can't get it out of your mouth; the pleasure keeps building inside you, but it almost seems he takes it away just as fast, making you feel all sorts of things. You want to tell him about those things, but talking is challenging.

''Ah, can't my Gorgeous wife talk anymore? Have I completely fucked you dumb, huh? Don't worry, going to let you cum on my cock real soon, Gorgeous,'' he whispers in your ear, his hot breath gliding past the shell and leaving tiny goosebumps on your neck.

His lips find the sensitive spot in your neck, and he licks and nips at it softly while picking up his pace, groans coming from deep within his chest as he chases both your highs.

''A-A-Ari, 'm cumming!'' you scream out as he hits your spot deep inside you, sending shockwaves throughout your body and your orgasm washes over you, your back arching off the bed as your fingernails leave deep scratches on Ari's back while you're trying to ground yourself.

He keeps thrusting in and out to chase his own high, and with a loud groan of your name, he spills his seed deep inside of you, rope after rope, as he buries his face in your hair, breathing heavily before pulling out and collapsing beside you.

Both of you are completely fucked out - you perhaps a little more than Ari, but who's keeping count, right? - feeling somewhere north of heaven right now, especially as he pulls you into his side for cuddles and sweet words.

The two of you lay like that for a little while before actually taking the shower you were going to earlier, and for the rest of the evening, you two enjoy each other's company while doing your things.

You've made a few more attempts to convince Ari, but so far, he has yet to give in, which means you're getting increasingly impatient, especially now that the Halloween decor is slowly taking over your house.

Ari has set a strict rule of no Halloween decorations in the house before October 1st, and even though you want to do it way sooner, you know it's better to listen than go against his wishes.

Right now, you're hanging up some ghost garlands all along the living room wearing Ari's shirt, and apparently, it was riding up a little higher than you thought because it didn't take long for Ari to pluck you off the ladder and throw you over his shoulder.

''ARI! I wasn't finished yet!'' you say, but to avail, he keeps walking to the bedroom because seeing you in nothing but his clothes makes him go wild. However, you did wear his shirt on purpose, but he doesn’t need to know that.

After he's done pounding you almost through the bed at the sight of you, you lay sprawled out on top of him as he rubs soft figures on your back with his big hands.

A content sigh leaves your lips as you close your eyes and snuggle into his neck even further, taking a slight whiff of his cologne to bring yourself back to reality again.

''Have you thought about the party yet?'' you ask softly, now that you can think straight again.

''I have not, Gorgeous, but I'll let you know when I decide. There's no need to worry about that,'' he says, followed by a kiss to the tip of your nose, and you let it go for now.

A few days later, you try again, but this time, you successfully get his answer. It's not what you expected.

''Gorgeous, could you come over here, please?'' Ari asks, and you happily agree as you set down your book before walking over to him and sitting sideways on his lap.

As you sit down, you give him a sweet, small kiss that gives both of you butterflies in your stomach, and he can't help but look at you like you're a perfect woman on this planet, though, in his eyes, that's precisely what you are.

''I love you,'' you whisper before pulling back with a gigantic smile because being so close to him always makes you feel so good.

''I love you too, Gorgeous. Also, I have thought about the invite to Jessica's Halloween party, and I will come with you, on one condition-'' he states, and your eyes grow wide in anticipation.

''-I get to pick our costumes this year,'' he finishes, and you happily nod in response, already happy that you finally can tell Jessica that you'll be coming to the party together instead of alone.

''Okay!'' you say before flying off of his lap to grab your phone and text your best friend, but in your excitement, you miss the mischievous smile your husband is sporting right now because if he has to go to a party with you, you will wear as little clothes as possible.

A few days before the party, Ari has happily informed you of what your couple's costume will be, and even though you are not sure at first, you finally give in after thinking about it for a while.

''I think it would be fun to go as Tarzan and Jane,'' he said one day over dinner, seemingly grabbing the comment out of thin air. Your first thought was Ari wearing very little clothing, and there you went again, rubbing your thighs together.

His perfectly sculpted body in that little fabric made your mouth water because it's not a secret that you did not just marry Ari. After all, you love him deeply; his body wasn't something to be mad about either, and he knows.

But this eye candy goes both ways because he loves seeing you in as little clothing as possible. And that's precisely how you found yourself in a leopard print bikini and a matching skirt that barely covers your ass.

Ari has drawn the most looks at the party so far, though. A piece of fabric around his waist that is big enough to cover everything - because he went commando, though nobody knew that - and his muscles bulging out everywhere.

Most of the women at the party couldn't keep their eyes off him, and even though you can't blame them, it made you feel a little bit insecure if you were honest. You know damn well you've pinned down the hottest husband in history, but they don't need to ogle him so openly.

You're standing in the corner, next to the drinks table, and you can feel yourself slipping into your insecurities, wanting to hide away somewhere nobody can find you, but Ari's booming laughter cuts through your thoughts like a hot knife in butter.

When he excuses himself from the conversation, he's looking for you, but he can't find you right away, so his eyes search the entire room until he has finally spotted you.

''Hi, Gorgeous. Is everything okay?'' he asks as he stands before you, hiding you from anyone else in the room. He can see that you're not doing too well, and you're on the verge of tears, so this is the best way he can think of right now to pull you out of your head.

''Yeah, no. It's nothing, Ari, I'm sorry. Come on, let's have fun with the rest-'' is all you can say, but your words don't convince Ari.

''Let's go somewhere a little more private, okay?'' he says, and you nod, letting him guide you to your best friend's guest room, where you would be staying after the party.

''Can you tell me what's going on in that head of yours? Because you've got me worried now,'' he says after sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling you onto his lap so you have no choice but to look at him.

''I-it's stupid, let's just go back downstairs,'' you say, but Ari hums disapproval.

''Not until you tell me what's going on. I'll stay here all night like this if I have to, and so will you,'' he says, and you know he's serious because he's done that before, and you hadn't gotten a second of sleep that night.

''I'm feeling insecure about my outfit, and seeing how everyone was ogling you only made me feel worse,'' you sigh as you look down, not wanting to look him in the eyes at your confession.

Your stomach feels heavy, and the lump in your throat won't go away no matter how hard you try, so you let yourself fall forward and into your husband's arms, knowing you can't take it anymore.

The tears start flowing freely down your cheeks, and your loud sobs make you extremely worried; the last time he saw you this distraught was when you had miscarried your baby a few years ago.

''I'm here, Gorgeous. Let it all out; it's okay. I'm right here with you,'' he whispers into your hair while pulling you even closer, his lips placing soothing kisses between the sweet words he's saying.

After an eternity, you finally feel a little better, but you're not ready to face everyone at the party yet; instead, you want to stay with Ari for the rest of the night.

Ari went downstairs to find Jessica once you got settled under the covers of the guest bed to explain what was going on.

''Jess? Can we talk for a minute? She's not doing too well,'' Ari says, and Jessica immediately follows Ari to the kitchen, worried that something has happened to you.

''What's going on, is she okay?'' Jessica asks with worry laced deep into her voice, and Ari explains what's going on with you feeling insecure and the emotional breakdown you had earlier.

''Oh god, I'm so sorry, Ari. For both of you,'' she says as he explains what's happening, and Jess is already moving to see her.

''She's in bed right now, so it's best if she's left alone for a few hours. I will go up to her later and see how she's doing, but she said she needed some alone time,'' Ari explained, and Jess nodded in agreement.

''Thank you for telling me,'' Jess says, and they return to the party. After an hour or 2, Ari goes back upstairs to see how you're doing, and you're seated with your back against the headboard, scrolling through photos of you and Ari over the years.

''Hi, Gorgeous,'' he says as he pushes open the door before closing and locking it behind him. He doesn't need anyone to interrupt the two of you if you're feeling like this.

''Hey, Handsome,'' you say as you lock your phone and put it on your nightstand, giving Ari a content smile as you see him walking over to you.

''You got changed without me here? Now that's a real damn shame,'' Ari says as he spots you in his shirt, you love sleeping in his shirts since they're so big, and it always brings you so much comfort, and right now, that's precisely what you needed.

''Well, you went away, so I figured I'd get started without you, but I wouldn't mind you joining me. I could use some of your bear cuddles,'' you say as your line of sight drops down to his deliciously hairy chest.

He laughs at your comment but agrees, moving to untie the fabric around his waist before you stop him.

''I want to do it if you don't mind. You want to make you feel good as a thank you,'' and Ari's manhood responds to those words immediately, especially when you say it so sweet and innocently.

''Alright, but only because you asked so nicely, Gorgeous,'' he says as he walks over to you, and you move over to sit on your knees on the edge of the bed.

Your fingers untie the knot of his fabric in a few swift motions, and it drops to the floor, showing that Ari has already gotten fully hard in the short time he's returned.

''Hmm, such an amazing dick for me to suck,'' you say as one of your hands cups his balls, the other stroking him leisurely, earning you a soft groan from the big man in front of you.

''C'mon, Gorgeous, don't tease me after walking around like that all evening. Wanna feel your mouth suck my soul out through this dick,'' he says, and you obey immediately.

Your lips wrap around his tip, and his hands are in your hair, but he doesn't move, letting you set the pace. You moan around him as you take him deeper into your mouth, determined to take him all the way.

It will be a stretch, but you've done it before, and it always has Ari going crazy, so that's what you plan on doing. Somehow, he has caught up with that idea and pulls out completely before tilting your head so you look up at him.

''You don't have to take me all the way today, Gorgeous. I know you want to, but tonight I want you to take enough to be still comfortable; you can take me all the way another time,'' he says, and you nod in agreement.

Your lips immediately wrap around him, and you suck again, your hand wrapped around the part you can't reach, and you slowly start moving back and forth, Ari grunting softly at the feeling of your lips around him.

''Oh, that's it, Gorgeous; keep going like that, and I'll cum in that perfect mouth of yours,'' he groans, and you do just that. Not long after, he's shooting his cum into your mouth, and you swallow every last drop before showing him your tongue, notifying him you did swallow it all down.

''Good girl,'' he says before pulling you into a deep kiss, the feeling of which goes straight to your core. But you're too tired now instead of wanting to sleep in your husband's arms.

Ari gets ready for bed and pulls on a pair of boxer briefs before slipping into the bed beside you and pulling you onto his chest again, which is your favorite place.

''I love you, Mrs Levinson,'' Ari says, and you feel the butterflies in your stomach go wild again at the reminder that he married you and only you, no matter who might look at him in whichever way.

''I love you too, Mr Levinson,'' you say with a giddy smile. Everything is perfect now that you're in his arms, and fall into a deep sleep without dreams, enveloped by Ari's warmth.

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