#ari levinson reader insert

You grab his phone beside you, it comes to life when you lift it. 

Joy ;)

—Meet you in the parking lot after? My place?

—I’ll wear the special panties with your number on them

You squint as more texts roll in. Special panties? Her place? The fucking winky emoji by her name?

What. The. Fuck. 

You stare in disbelief for who knows how long, feeling a little hurt and naive. 

“Why is my phone in your hand?”

Ari stands at the end of his bed. A towel wrapped around his hips as he runs another through his shoulder length hair. Your eyes can’t really help to worship the droplets over his chest. 

“Who’s Joy?” You push out the question. 

You can see something change in Ari as he walks over and takes his phone from your grasp. “None of your business, why are you snooping around”

You scoff, “I wasn’t snooping! It kept buzzing and I thought it was an emergency or something. Who’s Joy?” you question again, annoyed at the way he’s avoiding your question. 

“I don’t appreciate you looking through my phone. And she’s none of your fucking buisness, so drop it”

You stare up at him, subconsciously lifting his sheet to cover your bare chest. 

“You’re having sex with other people?” you accuse, and deep down you're confident you know the answer, but that naive part of you is hoping it’s all a misunderstanding. 

“And if I am? We’re just fucking around too. Are we not?”

Your breath stutters at his admission. Although the two of you have never stated terms of this…relationship, his actions have always spoken louder than words. Everyone thought the two of you were together. Even though he’s never formally asked you to be his girlfriend, you always had an inkling that he would at some point.

Your stomach flips thinking of his protectiveness over you, the way he’d always pay if he was there, and the way he goes out of his way to check up on you after his practices. Or the way you’re always there for him at every game, his number and name on your back as you cheer him on. 

Shit, even the sex was anything unlike a pair of friends. It always felt intimate between the two of you. Your toothbrush stood next to his in his bathroom, and yours, for Christ sakes. 

“Are you being serious right now?”

Ari shrugs. Fucking shrugs at your question.

“Y/n, I don’t understand why you’re upset. In no way have I ever committed myself to you.”

That stings. 

“You really don’t see it, do you?” You mutter, trying to blink away the tears forming in your eyes. 

“I don’t.” 

“Fuck you, Ari.” You seethe, dressing yourself with speed. “Have fun with Joy.” You tell him, buttoning your jeans, and gathering your shoes in your hand. Anything to get out of this humiliating scenario. 

You shove your way past Ari’s confused figure. Which stops you as he grabs your elbow, “I’m not understanding what the big deal is? You’re telling me you haven’t been sleeping around.” 

You remove your elbow from his grasp, “No. I haven’t. And if I did, I’d at least have the decency to let you know.” And with that, you’re out of the room. 

Ari stands there for at least a minute, disgruntled and confused with what the fuck just happened. He shakes his head trying to figure out whatever the fuck he was missing. 

-

“You’re a fucking idiot, a moron if you will. Maybe a dodo would fit better?—” Ransom laughs to himself as relaxes in his spot in the frats living room, snacking on his favorite biscuit cookies. 

“Ran,” Steve interrupts the way Ransom isn’t helping. Softly shaking his head in reprimandment. “Now isn’t the time.”

Ransom only shrugs, and looks back to the television. 

“I hate to say it, man. But Ransom is right, the only answer was in front of you the whole time.” Sam tosses in his opinion, clapping Ari on the back.

“Well what the fuck is it? Why is no one saying what I’m missing?”

“She likes you, Levinson.” Bucky answers, walking through the living room and out the door, his key to his motorcycle swirling around a finger. He didn’t need to know the full conversation to know what exactly was going on. He would’ve stayed to watch the aftermath, but he had a certain spicy redhead waiting for him at her apartment

Ari doesn’t mean to sound dramatic, but he quite literally feels the world tilt on its axis at the discovery. He’s admired you for a while, but never in his mind did he think he was the right guy for you. He’s seen the guys you’ve dated before and they were the complete opposite. 

Intelligent, brainy, in tons of clubs, they wouldn’t do stupid shit like fighting on ice skates because it’s fun. They were guys who any mother would love.

Fuck. He can’t believe this, there’s no way. 

“What—“ 

“Dude, you can’t be so blind, to not see how in love with you she basically is,” Ransom says around a mouth full of cookies. “The sex is probably great, but you think a chick like her is gonna wanna be around you without an ounce of admiration.” 

“I think what Ransom is trying to say is: there’s a lot of telling that y/n has feelings for you, and I’m pretty sure her getting offended that you’re sleeping with other people is a big one.” Steve says. 

“Fuck.” Ari groans, running his hand down his face and over his scruff.

“How would you feel if y/n told you she was screwing someone else?”  Sam asks. 

“Livid.” 

Sam snaps his finger pointing at the dark look already on Ari’s face. “There you go.” 

“Fuck. She’s not even answering my calls. What the hell am I supposed to do?” 

“Give her time to cool. If anything, maybe she’ll be at the game?” Steve offers.

“Maybe,” Ari mutters.

-

But you never picked up a single call and for some reason, even picked up that Ari thought of swinging by your apartment. You had texted him to leave you alone.

And then Saturday rolled around…

-

“How long have you been into hockey? I’d never take you up as a sports girl. Sorry that sounded terrible—“ 

“It’s okay, Jake.” You laugh. “Not until this year, you’re right I’m not really into sports at all. What about you?”

“I really got into it with my dad, we used to watch every game together if we could,” he smiles at the memories. 

“That’s really sweet,” you smile back, placing your hand over his. 

Jake Jensen is a computer science major you befriended over your French class last semester. But the both of you basically ran in the same social groups, leading to you guys staying friends. 

When talking about the upcoming game, you had let it slip that you passed the deadline to donate your ticket, and couldn’t find anyone to sell it to. Leaving you to go to the game alone or getting a strike. 

Jake was kind enough to let you join him. You would’ve joined Natasha and the others, but it felt too weird to you and you wanted no chance running into Ari. Especially since you weren’t wearing his jersey like you usually do. 

You haven’t spoken to him all week, minus the small text you sent, and you refused to. Even though he had tried non stop to run into you on campus. 

“Have you—“ Jake starts, but is interrupted by the commentators introducing the team. Everyone stood up and cheered at the sight of the school’s players. 

-

Ari skates out with a smile on his face, lifting a hand in the air as he waves and joins the line of his teammates. As he does so, he tries to find you, but it’s hard to distinguish you among the wave of people in the stadium. Especially since you weren’t seated in your undesignated-designated seat closer to the rink. 

But he shakes it off, putting himself in the right mindset for the game. 

-

“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for our favorite time of the night: THE KISS CAM!” 

Some players skate and others like Ari, watch the Jumbotron during the brief break.

The first is an elderly couple, then a pair of random strangers who kiss under the playful pressure, two pairs of students, parents with their children who dramatically gag. That makes everyone chuckle, including himself.

They go around the stadium one last and he cannot fucking believe it. His hand becomes around his stick.

He can feel his teammates staring at him in sympathy. But Ari cannot look away from the Jumbotron. 

The first thing he notices is your flustered smile, that you came to the game sans his jersey, and the most noticeable of all is the dork sitting next to you with his arm behind your seat, looking just as bashful.

He’s livid. You’ve been avoiding him all week, probably doing who knows what with this guy. 

-

“You know what you gotta do,” teases the commentator. You laugh behind the back of your hand. Jake sits beside you just as flustered, scratching his eyebrow with his thumb.

In no way is he against kissing Y/n, but he also doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable. 

“C’mon folks!”

You stare at Jake, shrugging a shoulder in question. Jake only smiles back before sitting up straighter. The both of you go to lean in. Your lips press softly against his until a loud smack of temper glass breaks it up. 

The two of you jolt away at the sound of a disgruntled voice. You look to see Ari, “hey!” His voice booms. “Back the fuck off my girl!” 

“What— who is he?” Jake’s eyebrows knit together as he points towards the enraged giant pointing a menacing finger towards him. 

“An asshole who doesn’t know what he wants.” You answer, shaking your head towards Ari before you place a kiss on Jake’s cheek. 

You watch as Ari stands behind the plexiglass. And even though you’re about eight rows back, you can see the confused and upset expression on his face. A pinch in his eyebrows and a pitiful glare in his eyes. 

“I’m really sorry about that, Jake.” 

“It’s nothing, don't worry.” He smiles, “Do you want popcorn or anything?”

“Sour patch kids, if that’s alright.”

“No problem.”

You look at anywhere but Ari during the rest of the brief intermission. 

-

Ari 🏒🦁

—Meet me outside the locker room

—Please?

You sigh as you grab your stuff. Just before the two of you reach outside the stadium, you gain Jake’s attention. 

“I’m really sorry to cut our hangout short, but I had a lot of fun. I just have to handle something really quickly.”

Jake tries not to show the disappointment on his face, “I’m gonna rightfully assume it has something to do with that ‘asshole who doesn’t know what he wants’?”

“Unfortunately,” you smile ruefully. 

“Okay,” he nods his head. “I hope everything goes well. I’ll see you around?” 

“Definitely,” you hug him before you make your way outside the doors of the locker rooms, with no trouble which you can guess is because of Ari. 

You smile awkwardly at the glances of Ari’s teammates. You hate that everyone has seen that happen and you assume most of his teammates know the intimate details of what’s gone down between you two. Which only adds another layer of unnecessary awkwardness. Time passes before you feel a light tap on your shoulder, looking up to see Steve at your side, a timid grin. 

“The locker is all cleared out, he’s in there waiting for you.” 

“Thanks, Steve.”

-

“Ari?” You walk in to him tying his sweatpants.

He turns around with a mournful look on his face. His sweatpants low enough that you can see the bands of his Calvin’s; he’s shirtless so his six pack is on display and glistening from his shower; his hair is disheveled, but the ends still curl at the ends; and he has a towel thrown over shoulder. 

You can ask any women how they could not be hung up on a guy as attractive as him. 

“Hey,” he sends a small smile, making his way towards you. 

“Wait—“ you interrupt, “We cannot have this conversation if you’re shirtless.”

He won’t argue, but he does as you’ve said and throws on some ratty t shirt in his locker. He sits on the bench in front of his locker, patting the spot next to you. 

You sit beside him, making sure to keep some distance between you two. 

“I see you’re not wearing your jersey?” 

The audacity of men will always surprise you.

“Your jersey and is that really the first thing you want to talk about?” 

“You’re right…” warily his hand grabs yours and when he sees you won’t retract from him, he brings it his plush lips. “I’m really sorry, Y/n. Seriously.”

“What you said Sunday was totally uncalled for and spiteful— and where do you get off announcing to practically the whole state that I'm your girl? And You embarrassed poor Jake for nothing.”

“It wasn’t for nothin’ and the douche will be fine.” He staggers at the fire in your eyes. “Sorry, I’m sorry.” 

“That seems to be the only thing you can say,” you huff. You turn to him, needing to know the answer to this. “Are you really sleeping with other people?”

He notices how small your voice is as you ask. 

He sighs and looks down for a little, before tightening the grasp of your hand. “I was.” 

You stand up while trying to get Ari to let go of your hand. The last thing you want is for him to see the tears begging to fall. 

Ari stands with you in haste, bringing his other hand to palm your cheek as he looks down at you. Those piercing blue eyes saying so many things at once. “Was. I was. Listen, I haven’t slept with anyone else other than you since last month. It was a moment of weakness and you can’t be mad at me for it. We’ve never made anything official, baby.” 

“Do you even care about me? At all.” 

It feels vulnerable and desirous, but you’re unsure how you can continue without asking. 

“What? Did tonight not show you that?” 

You go to argue, but he cuts you off before you can start. 

Both his hands cup your face while his thumb draws circles on the apple of your cheekbones. 

“I love you.”

Your breath picks up at his admission. 

“It’s been months coming, but you gotta know since our first night together I haven’t slept with anyone other than Joy and that was only once. And I didn’t think I could tell you because.. I’m just not the guy you typically go for, Y/n. But I guess that was my own insecurities playing a part of that. I’m rambling and i probably sound like Steve after he takes one hit. But I promise I’ve admired you for so long and it has never been just sex to me. I don’t want my stupid mistake to get in the way of us trying correctly this time.” 

You swing your arm over the back of his neck and pull him in a kiss, your other hand fists his shirt. 

He lags at first before his brain catches up and he’s kissing you back harder. He tilts his head just a smidge like he always does and one of his hands comes up to cup the back of your head. You feel his other hand cup the side your body. His hand roams up and down before he’s slipping it behind you to squeeze your ass. You moan into him, pressing your body closer to him. 

Both your breaths pick up and you know you need a breather. So you pull away in a blur. 

“I love you too.”

He smiles at your admission. One of those adorable, rare smiles not many get to see from the broody man. 

You smack his arm and he grabs it with a questioning look. 

“But I’m still really pissed at you and I’m not letting you off easy.”

“Even if I ask you to be my girlfriend?” He snakes his brawny arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he ducks to kiss your cheek. 

“Even then,” you giggle, turning his head for a kiss. “And that’s a yes.” 

-

a/n: it's been so long, hi!!! sorry i disappeared

You and Ari were celebrating your one year anniversary together at the lake. Sure, you had your own cabin with gorgeous views, but this was a special occasion. And you didn’t live this close to water. A word to the wise: always take the opportunity to be near a body of water with Ari Levinson. He’ll most likely be shirtless, and that’s an image created by God himself. And definitely don’t turn down the opportunity of a canoe ride sunset picnic, either. The view is gorgeous…

But that was last night, and this is now. You woke up early in the hopes of getting a few minutes to prepare your surprise for him. A gift of true love to show how much you really valued Ari and took note of the meanings of his gestures. This was one you wanted to return: you were whittling him a spoon.

About a month into your relationship, Ari had gifted you one, along with his prized pocket knife over a bonfire in his backyard. He pulled out a block of wood to show you a few different techniques and how to get started, and that was one of the first moments you realized you really just enjoyed being with him. Sharing knowledge. Growing.

At the time, you didn’t know the significance of either of those things: the spoon and the knife. You just thought whittling was a cute little thing he did since he had the time and he had handed the knife over because he wanted you to be prepared since you were newly living in the outdoors. Nearly a year later, now, though, you were finally almost finished with your spoon for him. And Ari was constantly still shopping, looking for a knife like the one he gave you since it was no longer in stock, unbeknownst to you.

You had no idea the level of skill that went into making something as simple, or so you believed, as a spoon. It definitely wasn’t a throwaway gesture. And for him to do it that early into your relationship? You realized how much you’ve meant to him this entire time.

You could tell the knife was special, too, by the way he looked at you when you used it. He loved knowing it was almost always on your person, especially on hikes, and he was always trying to show you how versatile it was.

All that was left were the finishing touches: completing a small little carving of a bear in the handle, and then sanding it. If you played it right, you should be able to finish before Ari gets up. He should be exhausted from all of last night’s….activities still. So you had carefully slipped out of bed, reluctantly leaving his naked warmth, as to not jostle him, grabbed your supplies, and headed out onto the cabin’s wraparound balcony which overlooked the lake. It was a beautiful view, which in a few minutes would host the sunrise.

When Ari woke up in a jolt, he immediately padded through the cabin, looking through the windows to see where your possibly could’ve gone. As he got to the kitchen, halfway to the front door, he was relieved to see your head peeking over the outdoor furniture. Ari breathed out his sigh of relief as he moved around the large island and started to make a pot of coffee. You hadn’t even done that, probably out of fear of waking him, which led him to wonder what you were keeping so secretive.

He pulled down a mug from the cabinet, rinsing and filling it with hot water as the coffee brewed, to get the mug warm, doing the same for yours. He leaned back against the counter as he waited, looking out towards you. The amazing scenery around him didn’t hold a flame to your glow, even coming from someone who had admired nature his entire life. This was a dream vacation for him, but honestly, Ari would’ve visited a garbage dump as long as it was with you.

The front door surprisingly blocked out the loud whirring of the old machine since you didn’t stir as the last drops of coffee sputtered out. Ari poured out the water and filled the mugs, sauntering towards the side door of the cabin to the balcony. If you could be secretive, he could, too. And this door was much quieter.

As Ari rounded the corner of the porch, the high-pitched scratching of sandpaper became louder. He perched himself at the corner, silently setting down your mug and leaning against the railing. He just stood and watched you for another second, the way your brows furrowed in concentration as you were completing a task he was all too familiar with.

You held the spoon in front of you, checking if you missed any spots when you were startled by the sound of slurping coming from your side. You jumped, dropping the spoon when you saw Ari taking a sip of his coffee. The smile that grew on his face when your eyes met took your attention from his nearly nude form. He must’ve slipped shorts on before coming out here. Shame. You were about the same, though, only wearing a fresh shirt you plucked from his duffel on your way out here. Now he had one less clean shirt to wear? Tragic. Guess he was gonna have to find a way to deal. You wouldn’t mind.

Your face mirrored his, beaming in the soft haze of first light, before your face fell when realized what he had walked out to see you doing. You scrambled to pick the spoon up off the deck, tucking it behind your back. You sighed, slumping back in your chair and raising an eyebrow at him.

Ari continued to smirk at you, taking another sip of his coffee before clearing his throat. His voice still held a bit of a deep grumble from how early it was. “Good morning, Duchess. Keeping secrets, are we?”

He gave a light laugh as he grabbed your mug, making his way over to sit next to you. You grabbed your coffee in defeat, taking a big gulp before setting it down next to the knife on the small coffee table and turning to face him. Ari pulled your legs over his in habit as you reached up to stroke his bearded cheek.

“Less of a secret and more of a surprise. I thought you weren’t going to be up yet.” You leaned in to Ari kissing your forehead and pulled away.

Ari set down his mug next to yours and took the opportunity to pull you close, resting his chin on top of your head before pulling away again and leaning in for a proper kiss.

“Kinda hard to sleep when you’re missing…And you’re a loud walker. Zero stealth skills, Angel.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and lightly smacked his chest before reaching a hand behind you.

“I’m sneaky enough to have gotten by for this long. Now do you want your surprise or not?”

Ari knew the drill by this point, closing his eyes and pulling a large hand from its place rubbing your back and holding it out between the two of you as you pulled out the spoon. His one eye cracked open just enough for him to catch a glance at your proud smile before closing it again. He hadn’t gotten a very good look at what exactly you were doing before, so when he felt the curved wood hit his palm, Ari froze with stark, full realization.

His long eyelashes fluttered open just for tears to immediately soak them. He looked down and examined the smooth, freshly sanded wood before looking back up at you. You were immediately struck with worry at his visceral reaction.

“What, did I do something wrong? Are you upset I used your knife for it? Is it that bad? You don’t have to accept it.” You bit your lip in worry as Ari shook his head and ran his thumb over the small, intricate bear engraving in the handle. He could see how much time you put into it.

He quickly pulled the spoon to his chest like he would die if it ever left his grip. “No, it’s perfect. I love it so much. I’m just so…happy. You made this? Just for me?” He was touched beyond belief.

You giggled as tears began to fill your eyes at his reaction. “Yeah, of course I did. It took me way longer than I expected, but now we match.”

Ari nodded and sniffled before pulling you into a tight hug, tucking his face into your neck. You shivered at the vibration against you as he spoke. “God, I love it so much. I love you so much. I can’t believe you made this. Thank you.”

You ran your hands up and down his back in a soothing gesture, moving upward until you were at the nape of his neck. You began running your nails through his hair and Ari pulled away to look at you, deep blue eyes sparkling in the first few rays of the sunrise. He moved to set down the spoon, careful to keep an eye on it before he dragged you to straddle his lap.

“Really, Duchess. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this. How long did it take you?”

You continued scratching his head as his eyes closed in satisfaction. “Hmm, about a year. I worked on it on and off. It’s not very easy, especially the little carving.”

Ari hummed. “Yeah, I bet. It’s absolutely amazing. I’ve never tried anything like that but you did great. You put me on it.” He opened his eyes and beamed up at you.

“Of course I did. You’re my sweet Bear. You deserve the same as you give. I love you so much.” You returned the smile and leaned in to kiss him.

Your tongues danced together in a tango of deep, overwhelming desire before pulling away, Ari pulling your hips down tighter against his crotch. You didn’t miss the deepening smirk on his face and the fire filling his eyes. “You know, it would be a shame to waste such a beautiful sunrise. What do you say you and I go up to the railing to watch it together?”

The sunrise was beautiful, painting the sky in pastel strokes of orange, red, and purple. You were enjoying the view, bent at the hips, leaned over the railing, with Ari right behind you, holding you close. Your shirt was hiked up, hanging on your hard nipples as Ari’s shorts hung just low enough for him to have pulled out his cock.

Ari was dragging against your walls in slow, deep strokes, as one hand rubbed your clit in circles in time with his hips and the other gently tweaked a nipple. His head rested on your shoulder, body molded against yours, as he looked out over the lake with you.

Every now and then, Ari turned his head to kiss your neck in the spot just above where it met your shoulder. The one that made you let out those delicious moans every time. He whispered in your ear as your one hand squeezed his forearm over your chest, the other digging into the railing as you braced yourself against the overwhelming pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so amazing. So talented. I can tell you worked so hard for me. Can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

You whined and clenched at that, thriving on Ari’s praise and having thought the same about forever before, but never verbalizing it. Ari was it for you and the perfect shared moment proved it. You couldn’t have expected a better reaction to your gift. To have someone just as understanding of the little things as you was soothing to your soul. To have someone who carried their gestures with the same weight was one in billions and you couldn’t believe you found him.

You threw your head back against Ari’s shoulder, whimpering between heavy breaths. “So good, I-hmmm- I love you, Bear.”

You felt Ari’s chest rumble as he moaned against you, picking up his pace and grunting near your ear, captivated by the way the sun was hitting both of you, lighting up the heavenly moment. “Ah, I love you more, Angel. You’re so good to me. So sweet.“

He rubbed your clit faster, both of you rising towards your peak with the sun that was nearly cresting the horizon, almost fully in the sky. Your eyes squeezed shut before Ari looked over and caught it, taking his hand off your clit. “Ah ah ah, eyes open. Don’t wanna miss this moment.”

You forced your eyelids apart and looked over at Ari, a thin sheet of sweat causing some of his hair to stick to his forehead. The golden light was highlighting his features and weaving through his beard gorgeously. He was right, you wouldn’t have forgiven yourself for missing out on this view. He put his hand back on your clit and rubbed in furious circles, leaning in to kiss you harder, sloppier. When he pulled away, he softly smiled at you and spoke through red kiss-soaked lips. “Good girl.”

His warm breaths hit your cheek as your smile mixed with your blissed-out face. Your pussy fluttered and squeezed harder. You could feel yourself getting close as Ari’s thrusts became uneven. “Please. Please, Ari. Give it to me. Come with me.”

Your words set him off as Ari spilled into the condom within your tightening walls. He continued rubbing your clit and shuddering in response to your rhythmic squeezing against him as you leaned more of your weight into the railing, gasping for air after your release. Ari placed a kiss against your shoulder as he gingerly pulled out. He rested his forehead between your shoulder blades before quickly running inside to dispose of the condom and refresh your coffees.

When he came back out, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling your back close to his front and kissing you cheek. You turned and smiled up at him, nestling in closer, enjoying the view of the brightened trees and reflective water, surrounded by Ari, nature, and nothing else for miles.

Ari’s eyes twinkled when he caught your gaze again and held it. “This is the most amazing day ever already, Duchess.” He kissed your forehead. Neither of you had even been up for an hour yet, but you agreed that there’s not much else that could make it any better.

“Absolutely perfect, Bear.”

Bonus A/N: Whittling a spoon for someone is like, a HUGE sign of love. That PAIRED WITH giving over your prized knife? Y’all can deduce what that means. And yes, I do have a spoon whittled, waiting for the right day… what about it??

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“Oh, yeah definitely.” You scoff at him and roll your eyes, “I totally boned the grumpiest tax evading, supercar driving millionaire on the entire circuit. Come on, Roobs. What trouble am I in again?”

He cackles before clearing his throat. You could just imagine him at the office, sitting on his desk all cute while your boss gives him the stink eye.

“No trouble, girly. Just that Rachel wanted me to tell you that you had to attend the press brief for this weekend’s race. Apparently one of the drivers from… Ashton Kutcher? Umm, Andre?”

“Aston Martin, Andrew—”

“Yeah him’s the one. Well he’s retiring and his team is trying to limit the noise on that.”

You jump slightly when a warm body slides behind you and kisses your neck. You crane your head towards Ari’s as he gives you a sweaty kiss on the lips. You didn’t even hear the man come in.

“Andy Barber is retiring?!” you ask aloud towards your boyfriend who was covered in sweat from his morning run greets you with a smile. Your eyes rake down his drenched shirt and those teeny tiny shorts you bought for him that made his thighs look immaculate.

Ari shrugs. He must have not known that his friend and former teammate was retiring.

“Yep, that’s the gossip… Hold on—” you can hear Ruba shuffle around something while you simmer on the news that Andy was retiring. You knew it was bound to happen because the man’s priorities obviously shifted from racing cars to raising a family but it was too early on your count. He was only four years older than Ari and the latter definitely didn’t have retirement and a pack of kids in mind any time soon.

You lean against the counter as the man in question has taken over your coffee making, admiring his tanned skin aglow in the sunshine. He moved quietly but with precision, turning on the espresso machine with a final press of a button. You smile up at him, pulling him closer to you by the front of his shirt.

You clench as he kisses you softly, humming against your lips. You could feel his cum, a couple of loads from last night, running down your thighs as you accommodate him between your legs, kisses going deeper and turning more needy as he goes.

Your name gets called out from your phone, your boss’s voice coming through. You flinch a little but remain pinned against the sink as Ari’s hands roam your body. Lithe fingers grab and press against the side of your thighs that slide up to your hips. Ari’s excitement presses against you as well, his cock poking through those shorts and the way it rubs against you makes you whine pathetically.

“Listen, champ! You are my best grid reporter and you rake in the clicks and the views with the team scandals, shady sponsors and budget cap breaches. However! Those are often covered by ESPN and F1 and every other fucking outlet. What I need for you is to get driver news, okay?”

“This Barber business is a fluff piece. It’s lovely! But we need exclusives, darling. Exclusives! Now, if we could have insider scoop about that Disney prince Steve Rogers? Whew! Imagine the traffic we could have. Or find out more about the beef Fowler and Drysdale have? Those two used to go karting together when they were kids and now they’re throwing punches at each other?”

You let Rachel blabber on over the phone. She was always pushing you with tabloid-esque news from the paddock. She demanded headlines when there were none but you always made it happen. You covered corrupt managers and rockstar type drivers. To the point that you would sometimes feel guilty about it to Ari.

“Rache, we’ve talked about this. I can’t just fish for drama or else I’d be banned from the teams’ garages! For life!”

“I know! So don’t fish for drama! Just get scoops, hang out by water stations or whatever. Hey, what about Ferrari’s driver?”

You catch Ari’s wrists and push him away, pointing to the espresso machine with a pout before you grab your phone and take the call in the living room. You’re thankful Ari humors your request and even starts on breakfast.

“Ari Levinson has been a walking enigma for the past five seasons. Nobody knows what he’s up to outside of racing and readers would go crazy if we get the exclusive scoop on him.”

You exhale and look up to the ceiling. May all the deities grant you the patience to continue this conversation.

“Grid bunnies who are die hard sluts for him swear that he has been going through them like a plow in a field. And that mister stoic and sturdy is a sex addict.” Dear, gods! You gulp air as your boss carries on. You almost guffaw at her wrong intel. “Maybe if you can catch him in one of these sex parties he hosts, snap a few compromising photos? Then we can discuss about team politics again.”

“I hear you, Rachel. What I’m hearing is complete bullshit but I hear you. I’ll see what I can do about your headline.” You hang up on her and throw the phone on the sofa. You put both middle fingers up and swear at your phone in frustration. You went to journalism school and got a master’s degree for this.

You know how harsh the media could be, evidenced by the way the press has written about Ari Levinson, son of a former world champion and legacy driver. He was always referred to as being his father’s son, often downplaying his own skills and talent as a driver. After years of fighting the press and still getting biased misinformed articles published about him, Ari shut off from the media choosing to live away from the camera shutters.

Every interview with him from then on was quick and few worded. He would be rarely seen smiling when interacting with the press, reserving his words to his fans that would patiently ask for his autograph or a selfie during races. Nevertheless, his charm would always seep through and the world acknowledges him as the quiet, brooding superstar of racing.

You walk back into the kitchen with a sour mood just in time as Ari hands you your coffee and a bowl of oatmeal with berries. He pats your head and leaves you be, not prying on your phone conversation. He knows how hard the conflict of interest is between your relationship and your careers, multiple fights and repeated arguments due to such dissonance.

You swirl your spoon around the oatmeal, grimacing at how gross it looks like. Unusual because you’re pretty neutral about oatmeal, eating a half the bowl and picking on fruits but never made you queasy. You click your tongue and push it away.

“Oatmeal no good? You want boiled eggs instead?” He offers, pointing to the pot that was on the stove but you dry heave at the smell. You hated his food preparations sometimes especially when it’s protein centered. You shake your head and drink your coffee, staring out into the distance for a solution on your boss’s orders. “How about porridge?”

“I’m good, just—” you sigh, shoulders deflating. “Are you happy? I mean with me and this whole hiding thing and keeping our professional lives separate? You’re in your prime! You’re supposed to be dating, I don’t know—Instagram models or something? Going clubbing with your DJ friends and diving off of yachts. Not making porridge for me because I won’t eat oatmeal.”

Ari turns off the stove and gets to you in two strides. He lifts you up from the floor and places you on the kitchen island with ease. His hands squeeze your thighs as you ramble on while practices patience with his lips.

“I like making porridge, it’s a good pre-race meal. I don’t like clubbing because it’s too loud and people shove their phones in my face. I can always dive off yachts with you and swim around it or whatever you want to do. And,” he presses a kiss on your lips as you look up at him, eyes wide and mouth pouted,” I’m beyond happy that you’re the one I spend all my off track time with. I don’t want anyone else. If you want to announce that we’re together, I’d happily help you pick the photos that would go along with the announcement.”

“Plus,” his left hand climbs from your thigh to your hip. He feels up your body, pausing at your breast to cup it and play with your nipple a little before he finally stops at your throat. You automatically clench your thighs together as his fingers squeeze your neck, a whimper escapes your lips involuntarily. With his other hand he grabs your knee and spreads you open. Lithe fingers crawl up your skin until they reach your covered core, heated by his touches and his gaze.

Ari pulls the gusset and lets his fingers glide your wet center. He smiles as you moan when he pinches your still swollen bud between his fingers, hips bucking slightly off of the tile surface. Then he inserts three fingers inside your cunt, agonizingly slow as he watches the expression on your face. Your eyes clenched shut while your mouth is agape in an O of pleasure. Ari hums as his digits are greeted with his cum that he deposited from last night, fueled by champagne and dancing in your living room that lead to him taking you on the couch twice and in your bed once more before sleep conquered both of you.

“I’ll never trade this pussy, my pussy for anything else. She and I have an understanding already. I take her, I own her. I’ve made her mine and I’m never letting her go. I’ve marked her so many times, filled her up from the first time I was inside her. I’ve made myself at home within her walls, amore. And I have no plans of moving out. Ever.”

You swear as Ari curls his fingers, hitting your sweet spot and making your toes curl. You gasp loudly when he thrusts his fingers deeper and faster until your hands shoot out to grab his shoulders. The soles of your feet start to tingle until it climbs up into your core and you clench around Ari’s hand, wetness gushing out of you as your head spins in a haze.

He kisses your forehead as you come down from your high. His shirt rumpled under your fingers as your breath evens out.

“Message received. You’re happy.” You chuckle as you open your eyes to him staring you down intently. “Shit, I’m happy too. Very happy. Very very happy.”

“It’s settled then. We are happy.” He kisses you again, this time his tongue takes up space in your mouth. You loved the way he kisses you just like this, possessive and consuming like each swipe is a reminder that he wasn’t going anywhere. Ari ends it with small pecks around your face as he traps your head between his giant palms, tickling your with his luscious beard. “So, now can you finish your oatmeal or do you want something else?”

Your stomach lurches at the thought of oatmeal and you run to bathroom to empty your insides.

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The last race before summer break couldn’t have turned out better. The Italian grand prix was closing out the mid-season and Ari just won first place in front of the Italian fans. The tifosi were close to causing a stampede once Ari drives past the checkered flag, the crowd erupting in cheers as Ferrari wins in their home race.

This was good news. It means that your fight last night and the day before that hadn’t affected his performance. You didn’t know why but for the past weeks the whole having to meet him after hours in secret started to eat away at you despite his repeated assurances. You told him that you’d quit your job if he asked if it meant you would stop having to look over your shoulder for getting photographed by paparazzi or even random fans.

That only made him growl at you in frustration. He’d told you that he wouldn’t want you to quit the job of your dreams and he would never ask that of you. He just needed time and a good strategy to get it to the press without compromising your career. It was a sweet sentiment really but that didn’t stop you from yelling at him and telling him your vagina was closed for business until he figures it all out.

Which was a lie. Ten minutes later, your business was flooded because this man just plainly refuses to finish anywhere but inside you. Both of you were weak willed idiots controlled by fleshly desires.

Anyway, you should be running to the podium stage before you get trampled by the team mechanics and other members of the crew to celebrate the victory but you find yourself sitting it out. You didn’t feel like being sandwiched by too hot and sweaty bodies under the Italian sun. Nor were you particularly fond of having to fight off VIP pass holders who were hunting for husbands just so you could get muffled quotes from the race winners. No, forget that. In addition to that you really had to pee and while everyone was busy jumping up and down for joy, the bathrooms were probably empty so off you go.

After you wash your hands on the sink and fix yourself before heading back out to the media pit your phone chimes with a notification.

Did you forget to log your period?

Huh. Did you? You click on the notification and notice that it had been 98 days since you last logged one. But you remember you were on it last month. It was during the French grand prix that you had period sex with Ari and stained his hotel room sheets like fucking animals. You were so embarrassed you wanted to wash them yourself and terrified of the hotel keep’s reaction. So yeah, the app is right. Maybe you did just forget.

As you hear the winner’s anthem play, you head out to the press pen and await your interview with the drivers. You stack up on your questions, re-writing your bulleted drafts and pushing your period’s absence at the back of your mind.

One by one the drivers show up and you greet them, asking them questions regarding their race, team strategies and choice of tyres. All the while you can see Rachel talking with your outlet’s sponsors as she tries to catch your eye. You’ve been avoiding her since that phone call. You sent her a text denying Ari’s involvement in sex parties but could not divulge your source. So like the professional that you are, you responded with a trust me. That didn’t bide well with her.

Heavens you felt dizzy. Why did she have to look at you like that? All accusatory. And why did the Monza sun have to be so fucking bright and hot. It wasn’t like this during the Dutch race. Ooh, you felt your stomach just knot. Also, fuck do your feet hurt.

The sudden rapid flickers of camera lenses interject your aches as Ari appears before the swarm of reporters and pundits. His racing suit was soaked through from the champagne celebrations and his hair was slicked back still dripping wet. You push yourself to the front of the barricade with your recorder and extend it towards him.

Ari looks around and acknowledges everybody before he takes your recorder and uses it as a microphone. The questions fly off as soon as he does and the small crowd feels happy that the usual grumpy driver was smiling and exchanging jokes with them even if they were sarcastic or teasing. You get your chance to ask your own questions and you hate that he makes you feel dizzy when he looks directly at you. The moment passes and you brush off your nausea as just being head over heels for this man. You don’t even realize that you were smiling dopily at your secret lover in front of a few dozen people and multiple cameras.

“Any plans for the summer break?” Another reporter in the hoard asks Ari, microphone fuzz printed with their channel’s logo pushed way too close to his face but he doesn’t mind it. In fact Ari doesn’t see any of the recording devices shoved right into his grill. Just like when he’s racing, his focus is tunneled to a singular thing. This time though, it’s not a corner or a chicane that he has to squeeze his racing car into. No, not even close.

He smiles brightly, all teeth and warmth as he stares right into your eyes. A rare sight and the cameras are eating it all up. You’re being swallowed by other news outlets but he enjoys having this moment with you. You return his smile, coquettish in a way, almost self-conscious with how much attention he was giving you despite the loudness of your surroundings.

And then in a split of a second, just like when Ari’s trying to avoid a random bird flying over the track, your expression changes from admiring him to one of panic. You pull back your hand that was holding your recorder and dive down from the crowd of reporters you were sandwiched in. Ari lurks forward on instinct but you were quick to take yourself away, chasing after you with long strides against your quick short ones.

You get all of eight feet until you bend over and hurl your breakfast onto the pavement. Ari rushes to your side and tries to hold you up as you continue to bless the asphalt with the contents of your stomach. A few passerby’s avoid you and Ari as he continues to coo at you.

“You okay?” he finally asks when you pull yourself up, wiping your mouth with your arm. Someone from the Ferrari crew hands him a bottle of water giving it to you to drink but you only chug it to wash the taste out of your mouth. “Hey, talk to me. You good? What—was it something you ate?”

A shiver runs down your spine because no, it definitely was not something you ate. Your mind runs on a mile per second as you recount why you’ve been so short with him. You tried to rationalize that it was the stress of keeping your relation under wraps while pressure to keep your love life afloat but you know it’s not. And then you remember the whole period sex in a French hotel was during winter break, not last month. You didn’t forget to log it in the app because your period has not been around since then. Fuck!

You shoot up and stand tall, eyeing your stupid boyfriend with the stupidly gorgeous hair. You told him multiple times over the months that if he were to keep it up, free practice was going to be over for him but no! He does not listen and does not pull out and does not believe that even your birth control can’t ensure that his little swimmers aren’t going to take. So no, you are definitely not okay.

“Ari!” you yell at him, surprising him and a couple of people around you. He gives you a concerned look that maybe is more on the confused side of things. You loved him, you liked him a lot but he can be so one track minded. “Free practice is over.”

“Yeah, I know—I’m just checking in on you. It’s not like they’re going to—“

“No! I mean it’s over, over. Like in a couple of months’ time over.”

He continues to rub your back as he tries to take in your words. You nod your head to the spewage on the ground to give him a hint. His eyes full of wonder as he connects dots that might or might not be part of the picture. A couple of moments more and the light bulb flashes over his head.

“You’re pregnant!” he shouts with glee as he stands to his full height. You shrug and he laughs out loud, in joy like he just heard the most wonderful news of all. “I’m going to be a dad!”

“What?!” someone from the blob of vultures known as paddock reporters questions before everyone else turns their attention to him and you. Both you and Ari freeze as cameras race towards where the two of you stood and the zoo starts.

“Stay.” Just as she obeyed me, melting against my hard chest as I hugged her to me, my vision darkened, a hot, fiery sensation burning inside my veins and warming me up so suddenly, it had me panting.

I knew this feeling, I realized it. I knew what it meant. But shit, it had never been this powerful before.

Then again, I’d never had an omega before.

Dirty, improper thoughts took over my brain, each nastier than the one before, and I knew my grip on her hips was tightening even before I heard her gasp. My body acted of its own accord, my nose leaving the shell of her ear in search of that juncture between her neck and shoulder, and I nuzzled it eagerly, a low whine leaving my chest and capturing my brother’s attention. 

“Ari?” Frank called out for my attention, straightening up on his side of the couch and leaning towards us. “Are you…?” He didn’t have to finish the question, I was already nodding. But I didn’t pull away from my soft omega’s body, instead pulling her even tighter against me, making sure that with every movement of her hips, as she tried to turn around and stare at me, her ass rubbed against my dick.

“What’s wrong?” She questioned, clearly worried, and it only had me falling deeper into my rut, bringing my neediness into that edge of aggressiveness I was trying so hard to pull back from. “Are you okay?”

Around us, my siblings were already beginning to scatter. Steve and Andy left towards the garage, undoubtedly determined to work on something loud enough to overpower the noised I’d be making throughout the day, while Ransom and Frank escaped towards the garden, but not before making sure she knew everything would be okay.

“You take care of Ari, alright, sweetheart?” The youngest in our pack smiled down at her, although from a safe distance. “He needs you.” I saw her frown as she pulled on her fingers, seemingly not knowing what to do.

“What should I do?” The laughter that escaped Andy startled her, and it had Frank’s lips twisting up in amusement, too.

“Anything he wants,” Andy proposed, and that had a growl of hunger escaping me, making her eyes grow twice their usual size in shock. As much as that was precisely what I wanted, I knew it’d be impossible for me to enjoy it - or even get close to her - if she was terrified of me.

The look I sent my younger brother must have made him realize his mistake because he rushed to explain it, “I mean, not in that sense. Well, yes, in that sense - but you should only do what you feel comfortable doing.”

If I were in a better mindset, I might have been able to laugh at this situation, how my usually smooth brother was racking his own brain trying to come up with a way to explain to our omega that I was about to get into a rut, and would need her terribly and hungrily for the next 48 hours.

“He just can’t be alone right now,” he settled on saying at least, already grabbing his coat as he followed suit the same path our other brothers had walked down, in the direction of the neighboring town. “He needs you, ‘mega. Be a good girl for him, hm?”

He didn’t need to ask her. We both knew she’d be the best little kitten, and she did too.

The second the door closed behind Andy, her body tensed, suddenly realizing just how deranged I was. I knew I didn’t look quite like myself. Sweat had started to pour out of my body, my heart beat picking up over nothing but my growing arousal, and it had me panting only to inhale even more of her sweet scent into my lungs.

But she was still on edge, and that’s not how I wanted this to go.

“I’m needy, sweetheart.” Keeping my voice low, I slowly shortened the distance between us, crossing the living room until I was standing right behind her, towering over her smaller frame. I wrapped an arm around her body, pressing her back against me so she’d feel how fucking hard I was already. “’M needy for you.”

She started panting too, body losing its rigidity right when I began to lose control of how my own behaved. My hands traveled up to grab her breasts, rubbing her nipples over the fabric as I nuzzled at her scenting gland.

“There’s only one way I can get better…” I didn’t need to explain it, so I let my body do the talking. Ripping her clothes in a single, forceful movement, I pushed her down on the carpet, following close behind as I knelt between her legs. 

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“Yeah, just like that…” Trembling from head to toe, I tried my very best to keep myself upright in the way Ari had positioned me: on my hands and knees, pussy exposed for him to take in.

I had no doubt that he would. I’d been through this before with his brothers - once, three of them had their ‘ruts’ at the same time - and after it was over, I couldn’t walk for a whole week.

The weirdest part, however, was that I kinda loved it. Being desired to this extent - not to mention fucked so roughly pleasure and pain mixed to an impressive degree - made me hornier than ever, and the way my wetness dripped down my inner thighs was certainly noticed by Ari.

“Such a little whore,” he mocked me as I rubbed my thighs together in an effort to keep patient. “You want my cock, don’t you? No, even better: you need it.” I did. “Tell me. Tell me you want my big cock stretching out all of your little holes, and I’ll give you what you want.”

He needed this just as much as I did, but I understood the power dynamics all too well. He wanted to make sure I submitted to his desires and intentions - that’s why they all placed me in this position once the rut hit. Andy called it “presenting” and the name made sense to me: it was the last step of a union based on sex, in my mind - the moment I succumbed completely to their needs and desires because I felt them as my own.

“Please, Alpha…” The title left my lips easily, just as the last of my rational thought bid adieu so I could focus completely on him and in the way his hands ran down my back, only to spread my ass cheeks to his view. “Please, fuck me. I need you so badly…”

A sharp inhale preceded the spank I got - there was no doubt about the mark that would appear in the following days, but at that moment all that mattered to me was getting his dick inside of me. 

Thankfully, he didn’t leave me waiting much longer. I felt the head of his cock rubbing against my cunt, and just as I sighed in relief, he shoved himself all the way in. “There you go…” His voice was low, even raspy as he massaged my hips and waited for me to adjust to his girth. “Such a good little omega, taking everything your Alphas give you…”

Falling onto my forearms, I wanted to scream at him to start fucking me, but I couldn’t speak. Feeling connected to him felt even more magical, probably because of the hormones associated with Alpha’s ruts. 

“Wanna know a secret?” He pulled me up again with a hand over my neck. Breathing against the shell of my ear, he explained: “You’re never leaving us, princess. You’ll be our whore forever.”

A moan left me in response, and he just chuckled - almost meanly, definitely full of himself. He deserved to be. I was all over the place, and that was before he even started to actually fuck me.

Alphas ruts were relentless. I shouldn’t have been surprised that Ari’s first one back home was beyond that. He fucked me three times on the rug, before deciding it wasn’t enough and that he needed to claim me as his in his own bed, too.

I hadn’t been there before. Ever since Ari arrived, we’d all been sleeping in the biggest bed in the house - Steve’s, originally, but I couldn’t remember the last time he’d been the only one sleeping there.

I’d started to think of his bed as ours, as in mine and all of the brother’s. It smelled like us and it made me feel safe as nothing else. But they still had their own bedroom, just like I had mine, and it wasn’t unusual for them to want to spend some time in their own space, especially when experiencing a rut.

“Just like that, princess.” He guided my hips to ride him, and I held on the cries of pleasure that threatened to break free. It felt too good - his dick felt too good inside of me, stretching me good for his knot every time he came.

By now I was a mess in more ways than one. Cum dripped from me, slathering the insides of my thighs and staining the bed sheets, but none of us cared. All that mattered was the rhythmic give and take of our hips, dancing together to a symphony only we could hear.

At some point, I started crying. It was that delicious pain, that mixture of pleasure and hurt that got to me, making me sob against the pillow as Ari railed me from behind. “It’s okay, little ‘mega,” he tried to console me. “Don’t cry, it’s almost over.” His thrusts became slower, the rolls of his hips punctuating each word from his lips. “Your Alpha will take good care of you. We’ll always take care of you.”

I didn’t bother to tell him that I knew. The love I could hear from his every word just made my sobs louder, and at some point, I hear the door open as we still fucked. Ari’s growl kept them from coming in - no one should come between an Alpha and his Omega during a hut, I’d learned that by now - but from their spot in the threshold, I heard them asking, “Aren’t you hurting her?”

It was Ransom, and I could hear from his tone how hard he was struggling to hold back and let Ari do his thing. “Don’t worry,” the Alpha inside of me said to his little brother, “she can handle me.”

I didn’t hear the door close after that, and the feeling of being observed grew bigger. Forcing myself to pry my eyes open, I found Ransom and Andy standing there, just silently watching me get railed by their older brother.

You found out by accident - you were a trauma nurse and mostly worked the night shift. But a few weeks ago, you had gone out with a few of your friends on a rare night off. Since Ari thought you were at work, he was doing a live show, and was so absorbed in his work that he didn’t hear you come in.

When you heard his moaning, you assumed he had a girl over, and tried to quickly make your way to your room before they heard you, but when you passed by all you saw was Ari illuminated by his laptop screen.

You never expected to see him - a 6’5 wall of pure muscle - whimpering and moaning like he was, kneeling with his hand wrapped tightly around his cock.

You also never expected for him to look up and make eye contact with you as he spilled all over his hand.

Scared he would say something to you, you quickly shuffled down the hall to your room. Through your shared wall you heard him talking lowly - later you would find out he was signing off of his show. A few minutes later, you heard a soft knock at your door, and it slowly opened to let a sliver of light in.

Not wanting to deal with whatever was about to happen, you rolled over and ignored Ari’s quiet call of your name.

The next morning was less conversation and more of him bending you over the kitchen counter once you confessed you’d always found him attractive - and that the night before was something of a twisted dream come true.

Which is how you ended up hooking up every chance you got, even letting him post small snippets of you jerking him off or giving him head.

But tonight was completely different. He asked you a few days ago if you would be willing to record an entire sex tape, something you never in a million years thought you would do, and after taking some time to deliberate, tonight you crawled into his bed and whispered that you would do anything for him.

“Are you sure?” He repeats, giving you one last chance to back out.

Instead, you place your hand over his, pressing the record button, and pull him down for a kiss before he can ask you again.

Immediately melting into your touch, he lays his whole body over yours, every inch of exposed skin touching, making a shiver crawl down your spine. His hands squeeze your hips before flipping over so you’re sitting in his lap.

You arch your back as his lips make their way down your throat, ghosting across the swell of your breasts as his hands come up to up to unclasp your bra. Once you’re free of the fabric, his mouth instantly latches on your nipple, tongue swirling around the hardened nub.

With the hand that isn’t splayed across your back, he trails down your stomach until it comes to rest just above the waistband of your panties, tracing light patterns on the skin there as he moves his mouth to your other nipple.

Sick of his teasing touches, you grind down into his boxer clad length, pulling a low moan from him. He pulls his head back, staring you in the eyes as one hand comes up to pinch sharply at your nipple, which causes you to let out a pathetic whine.

“You that desperate for it, baby? Can’t even wait for me to make you feel good, you just have to go and do it yourself.” He bites into the junction of your shoulder, making your hips buck again. “If you want it so bad, go ahead and take it.”

The sound of your underwear being ripped by your body should surprise you, but it’s not the first and certainly won’t be the last. Ari lays back on the bed, and you try to follow him down, but he squeezes tightly on your hips, stopping you.

“If you wanna come, you’re gonna have to do it yourself, sweet girl.” With that, he lays back, arms cockily crossed behind his head, and you realize what he’s wanting you to do.

Not wanting to waste a second, you plant your hands firmly on his chest, rocking your hips in a gentle motion over the length of his covered cock. The rough feel of the fabric against your clit has your eyes rolling back into your head and your hips speeding up.

As you continue to grind your hips against his, Ari can’t keep his hands off of you - pinching your nipples, running down your sides and arms, touching you every place but where you need him most.

The burning in your stomach keeps growing until his hand wraps around your throat, giving it a gentle squeeze, and you fall apart, soaking his boxers.

“Aw, dumb baby, you made a mess. You know you gotta clean that up.” The glint in his eyes is wicked as you climb off of him, lowering yourself until your face is level with his straining bulge. He’s about to say something else when you lick a stripe up the length of him, matching his moan as you taste yourself on the fabric. You place another few sloppy kisses across cock, before you pull the band of his boxers down, tucking it underneath his balls, making him stand proudly in your face.

Before he can say a word, your mouth is suckling the tip, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, making him hiss as he wraps his hand in your hair. Pushing your head just the slightest bit, you swallow him down as far as you can, the familiar stretch of your jaw uncomfortable but welcome, and use one hand to pump what your mouth can’t reach, the other squeezing his balls.

It’s not until you come up for air that you realize you’ve been grinding into his thigh, your slick coating the wide expanse of muscle. As if sensing your intent to stop, Ari yanks on your hair lightly, urging you to continue.

As you take him in your mouth again, you rock your hips, pace stuttering as you race towards your peak. Just as you reach the edge, Ari bucks his hips up, causing you to gag on his member as you come. When you finally come down from your high, he pulls you off his cock, tears and spit coating your face.

Before you know what’s happening, Ari is flipping you over, mouth leaving a trail of wet kisses down your body, before he nudges your legs apart, settling between them.

“As much as I wanna come in that pretty mouth, I can’t wait another second without tasting your sweet little pussy.” Despite his words, he teases you a few moments more, biting the inside of each thigh, before he slaps your clit, causing you to jolt.

You sit up on your elbows to see him staring up at you innocently, as if he wasn’t teasing you beyond belief.

“What is it, baby? You want something?”

“Fuck, Ari,” you moan as he slaps your clit again, harder this time.

“If you want something, you gotta use your words.”

“Your mouth, Ari, I want your mouth.” You collapse back on the best as he finally wraps his lips around your clit, giving you reprieve from his teasing.

You arch your back, grinding into his face, as he adds one finger, pumping it in and out slowly, before adding a second. His hands are so big, even two fingers is a stretch, but you know it’s nothing compared to when he’s inside you.

He adds a third, curling them to hit that sweet spot he knows so well, and your entire body shakes in pleasure. As he lets his teeth lightly graze your clit, you come undone for the third time tonight, your release coating Ari’s face in an excessive amount.

“Holy shit, sweetheart. You just squirted all over me.” His smile is near feral and he crawls up towards your face. “You’re a fuckin’ treasure, ya know that?”

Your giggle turns into a moan as he kisses you, tasting yourself on his tongue. You whine when he stands up, instantly missing the warmth of his body against yours, until he finally pulls boxers down his legs, completely bare for the first time.

He’s back on you in an instant, spreading your legs wide as glides the tips of his cock through your folds before nudging your waiting entrance.

“Please fuck me,” you whine, sick of his teasing. “I need you.”

You grip at his shoulders, surely leaving marks with your nails as he sinks into you, the stretch of your walls a welcome burn.

“Shit, you’re so fuckin’ tight. That pussy’s just swallowing me up, baby.” You throw your head back in ecstasy as he hikes one leg over his shoulder, hitting that sweet spot inside you even deeper.

You feel as if you’re about to split in every time he pounds into you, mumbling his name with a mix of expletives each time his hips snap against yours.

“Is my little baby so cockdrunk she can’t say anything but my name?” Ari mocks you, reaching down to rub harsh circles on your clit. You clench around him, feeling yourself about to come again. “Go on, come all over this cock, honey.”

As if his words controlled your actions, you came again, soaking both of you as your thighs squeezed around him, but he doesn't stop even as your body stops shaking, determined to get you there one more time.

“Just one more, pretty girl. One more and I’ll fill this little cunt up. That what you want? Want me to keep you full’a me all night?”

He keeps one hand on your clit, the other gripping your hip so hard you know there’ll be bruises tomorrow, and your high crashes over you one last time. Your orgasm triggers his own, his thrusts faltering as he spills into you, fucking you full.

As he finishes, he releases his grip on you, laying his body over you and bringing his lips to yours for a passionate kiss.

He pulls back to look at you, his hands tenderly cupping your jaw.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, pressing his lips sweetly to yours before nuzzling his face into your neck, knowing you love the way his beard tickles you.

“Aren’t you gonna turn the camera off?” you say as he finally slips his softened member out of you.

“Fuck it, that one’s for us.”

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I’d never been the romantic type. It was one of the reasons why I asked my brothers not to talk about me before I got the chance to meet our omega. I was scared I wouldn’t be what she needed, wouldn’t give it to her in the way she craved.

Now I realized she was perfect for us in every single way.

“Stay on your hands and knees,” I ordered, groaning at her eagerness and the sight of her cunt, already ruined by my youngest brother. His cum was dripping from her and the little thing couldn’t stay still, thighs rubbing against each other in an effort to get some friction going - smearing the mess even more in the process.

“You know…” I started, unzipping my pants as I circled her to kneel behind her body. “I was looking for you.” I could see the slight tremble of her muscles, how they were struggling to keep her up after the brutal fucking I’d witnessed.

I didn’t feel sorry for her in the slightest.

Burying my fingers in her mouth to get them wet, I silenced whatever excuses she could come up with, proceeding with my admonishment just to see her get more nervous, just to get under her skin and carve a place for me inside her heart.

“And then I find you here? Getting fucked like a whore in the middle of the fucking woods?” I yanked her up by her hair, keeping her gagged with my digits. “I suppose I couldn’t expect any different from a slut like you, huh?”

She whined pathetically around my fingers and I couldn’t help the grin that spread on my face as I rubbed my chapped lips against her shoulder.

“Don’t worry, kitten. I know the perfect way you can make it up to me.” She nodded as best as possible considering the grip I had on her locks, eyes widening in innocence and need to please me.

I had never been so fucking hard.

“I’m gonna play with this little pussy now,” I explained slowly, like she truly had been fucked dumb by my younger brother. “And you’re gonna stay right there and let me explore it. I don’t care if you want to cum, cum as much as you’d like, but if you feel overwhelmed and start to cry, I’m not going to stop. Got it?”

She nodded again, and then I set out to work, releasing her hair to trail my hand down her back, until I could squeeze the cheeks of her ass. “God, you’re so fucking hot.” The mess Ransom had left in her pussy was steadily dripping from her, interlaced with her own arousal - that I liked to think I provoked, at least in part.

So I shoved it back into her with two of my fingers, taking notice of the way she wailed and curled her fists around some of the dirt, trying not to fuck back against me. Fuck, she made me hard.

Her cunt was so warm as it squeezed my digits. I wanted to bury myself in her right then and there, but my need to make her cum as many times as possible was still at the forefront of my Alpha brain.

“There we go,” I smirked as I found her sweet spot, and just like that, she was cumming for me for the first time. The way she fell apart under my ministrations was so perfect, with her head falling against her arms and hips thrusting back against me, I knew I needed to feel it with my cock.

But not yet. First, I wanted to hear her beg for me.

“You want this dick?” I asked, swiftly unzipping my jeans and letting them bunch around my thighs so I could grab my member in my free hand. I didn’t miss the way she looked over her shoulder to witness me jerking myself off to the same speed I was fucking into her - in fact, I was counting on it.

“Beg for my dick,” I ordered when she nodded, and she immediately set out to obey me.

“Please, please, Alpha! I need your knot, need it so bad.” Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see Ransom getting comfortable against a tree, hand lazily playing with his already hard cock.

I turned her to face him, gripping her hair to make sure she knew exactly what I was talking about. “Say it again, looking at him, now.”

She trembled, but did exactly as I told her to. “Please, Alpha,” she whined. “I need you!”

What kind of Alpha would I be if I didn’t take care of my beautiful, desperate omega?

I shoved myself into her all at once, pulling her by her hair because I loved hearing her whimpers of pain and pleasure. “Yeah, you’re my little slut now, aren’t you?” I didn’t mind her inability to answer, it only deepened my smirk. “I’ll make you addicted to my cum. Every drop of it will end up right here, in this hungry cunt, huh?”

I slapped her pussy, making her cry out in ecstasy as she fell forward but rocked her hips back against me.

“Holy fuck,” I laughed, biting on my lower lip at the sight. “Shit, if I had known you liked to be treated like a whore, I’d have you bent over the couch and tamed sooner, kitten.”

“This is all you’re good for, huh?” I asked, pulling her up by her hair so I could grab one of her breasts. “To be used to get off. A hole for us to fuck and cum deep inside of.” The way she trembled in my arms announced she was about to cum, and I threw my head back to relish in it.

“That’s right,” I kept my grip on her hips, forcing her to keep up with her movements. “You’ll always end up cumming around this dick, sweetheart.” Her moans became louder and louder the harder I fucked her, and God, I was so fucking aroused.

“Yes!” I yanked her by the hair again, forcing her head back so her moans flowed even more freely. “Fucking scream, princess. Let everyone know who’s fucking you this good. I’m gonna breed you nice and good from now on. Make you my little bitch.”

Her following orgasm provoked my own. Knot popping open, my cum flooded her, and I felt as it expanded her belly right under my palm, making a growl break free from my chest. I’d never exercised more restraint than I did right at that moment, grinding my teeth together so I wouldn’t leave my mark on her.

By the time my knot subdued, she was out of it, a mess of dirt and cum and sweat and tears and I’d never seen anything quite as beautiful. I was transfixed. “I’m gonna fuck this little hole next…” I whispered, rubbing her asshole and spreading some of the cum that was dripping from her over it, but she was so tired, all she did was mumble.

Sighing, I rubbed my dirty hands on my apron, trying to get rid of the dirt and the thoughts that further intensified the weird sensation, when I turned around to get back to the house and bumped into a wall of muscle.

“Easy there.” Two hands easily grabbed me, despite the very heavy-looking duffle bag hanging from his shoulder, and I could only stay where he kept me, blinking up at the stranger in shock. There stood yet another Adonis, this one with longer hair that cascaded over his face, but the same blue eyes that I’d grown accustomed to look into during many nights of bliss.

I felt the immediate urge to run my fingers through his locks, but I managed to restrain myself just in time.

“… Who are you?” I blurted out, deeply confused and not understanding my body’s reaction to the stranger since my heart was pounding but I didn’t feel the slightest bit scared.

The man just chuckled, eyes running over me lazily before he bothered to answer, “I’m the other brother.” And that’s when I blanked.

There was just no way in hell. Another brother? Poor pussy, RIP me.

But then again, maybe I was getting ahead of myself. No one had even told me about this man, there was a big chance he wouldn’t want me, wouldn’t need me like his brothers did.

I tried not to dwell on why that thought made me sad, and the boys’s arrival helped me do just that.

“Ari!” Frank yelled, running out of the cabin in our direction. “You’re here!” It was a mess of hugs and pats on the back all around. Meanwhile, I just stood there, blinking at the men who called themselves my Alphas and the stranger who I had never heard about before.

The uniform made it easy to understand where he’d been. What I couldn’t get is why no one had ever mentioned him to me - and while we’re at it, why seeing his muscles move underneath that fabric was making me so damn wet.

“Want some help with that duffle?” Steve offered, but the man (Ari, apparently - at least that’s what Frank had called him) shook him off.

“Nah, I got it.” He took a few steps in the direction of our cabin, but then he seemed to remember that I was still standing right there. Looking over his shoulder, he sent me a wink that had me creaming my panties. “I’m looking forward to making your acquaintance, kitten.”

I cursed under my breath, jumping out of the way as the hot water I was pouring to make the coffee almost burned me, due to my shaky hands. “Is there something wrong, honey?” It was Andy’s gentle voice that reached me, and I could hear the worry in his tone. “You’ve never been this clumsy…”

The boys had been eagerly catching up on the large dining table that separated the living room from the kitchen, and it was clear that Ari was just as excited to learn all of the news, since despite having dropped his luggage on his room (one of the doors that had always been locked since I arrived), he didn’t change out of that damn uniform.

Unfortunately for me, Andy’s question brought everyone’s attention to my lack of dexterity. And even more unfortunately, Steve was still able to read me like a book.

“It’s the uniform,” he quickly noted, already chuckling. “Is that so?” Andy’s interest was piqued, and he raised an eyebrow at me. “Damn it, sweetheart. Are you trading me that easily?”

Thankfully, he wasn’t actually offended by it, and although all of them took advantage of this information to tease me and joke around, nothing was done with the purpose of making me embarrassed.

It didn’t stop me from avoiding Ari’s gaze, though. And the worst part was that I could feel it on me, burning, undressing me for the unfamiliar Alpha to take in. One by one, the boys left, some with excuses I knew were made-up, others to fulfill obligations I was well aware of even before their brother’s arrival.

It all amounted to the same plan, nonetheless: leaving me alone with Ari.

“So, you have a thing for uniforms?” I trembled when I felt his breath hit my nape as I washed the dishes - anything to keep me occupied, give me an excuse not to stare at him. His hands settled on the counter on each side of my body, effectively trapping me between him and the marble, and I had to bite down on my lip so I wouldn’t whimper.

“Or is it for me?” Reeling in my instinctive need to have him, to give in and let him take me however the hell he saw fit, I turned around in his embrace to face him, determined to get to the bottom of the issue that’d been weighing me down.

Ari’s P.O.V.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me about you?” Damn. She didn’t dance around the subject, I could see that. Chuckling after the surprise subsided, I let my hands fall to her hips, tentatively placing them there to check on her reaction. She didn’t seem bothered by it, so I let them rest there.

“Because I asked them to.” My answer shocked her, I could see that. Tilting my head, I tried to read her expression to try to get a better grasp of what could be going through her mind.

“Why?” Oh, well. Guess it was only logical that would be her next question.

“Because I didn’t know if you’d feel the same way about me as if you felt for them.” I was honest. There was no reason to lie to her, and I wanted her to trust me. When she frowned, I realized she hadn’t considered the possibility that was my concern.

“Did you think I wouldn’t want you?” I chuckled, knowing I’d hit the spot when she averted her gaze. “I can see my brothers haven’t been doing a good job in making you aware of your beauty, then.”

I didn’t give her any time to second guess my words, leaning down to connect our lips for the very first time. Fuck, she was everything I’d ever wanted and more. She tasted like honey and raspberries, perfectly tailored for my wildest desires.

One kiss wasn’t enough. The second we broke away to breathe, I rubbed my nose against hers, trying to control myself, only to go back for another almost immediately. She gasped in surprise, and the sound was so adorable, so fucking delicious that I hoisted her up on the counter so I could press her entire body against mine, forcing her legs to wrap around me, needing to be enveloped by her warmth.

“Fuck.” Ransom was right. It had never been like this before. This was completely different than anything we had ever experienced in our lives. “You’re even more beautiful than they let on…” I assessed, taking in the way her pupils had dilated, her mouth falling open to help her catch her breath.

“But you look so innocent.” I ran a thumb underneath her bottom lip, pulling it down to lick my way into her mouth again. “Tell me, are you as innocent as you look, sweetheart?” I asked once we parted once more, making sure to whisper the question right against her ear just to see her shiver in my arms.

“Not anymore.” The words had my cock twitching inside my pants, a growl escaping my throat at her confession. It was meant to tease me, that much was clear, and I was up for the challenge.

“Well, that means they prepared you for me.” Her eyes widened as my fingers laced on her hair and pulled her head back, mouth exploring the soft skin of her throat now. “I only know how to do it rough, princess. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be ruined for all of my brothers, and I bet they know that.”

“H-how?” Once again, I was shocked by the question, which enticed her curiosity. Chuckling, I pressed her closer to me, brushing her hair away from her shoulder so I could kiss my way down her neck.

“You can’t possibly believe we were virgins before we met you.” I didn’t miss the many emotions on her face, as quickly as they appeared and disappeared again. Surprise, jealousy, and then… was that lust?

“You like knowing you’re the only one we want,” I noted, smirking at the hint of possessiveness I saw at her gaze before she averted it from mine. “That’s okay, ‘mega. Didn’t expect any different from our kitten, huh?”

She mewled when my hand slipped between her thighs, fingers brushing between her lips to collect some of her moisture. The Alpha inside of me roared to life at her taste, when I twirled my tongue around those digits, unbelieving of how quickly I’d gotten her wet for me.

“You’re the only one I want to ruin now, sweetheart,” I assured her, returning my fingers to their rightful spot - inside of her. “Do you want that too? Will you let me do whatever I want to you?”

Her eager little nod had me laughing, leaning over her to lick a stripe up her neck as I curled my digits in search of her sweet spot. “Fuck, you really are such a good girl…” I absentmindedly commented, getting lost in the sounds of her sopping wet pussy as I fucked her with my digits, the smell of her arousal in the air around us. “What they told me couldn’t even begin to describe how perfect you look, how perfect you feel.”

She whined, hiding her face against my chest but I was having none of it. “No, don’t hide that pretty face from me, princess.” She didn’t have much of a choice, I used my free hand to pull her by the hair until her head was tipped back. “Tell me you want me.”

I was expecting her to cave. I was expecting her to plead and beg and do exactly as I was telling her to do.

What I wasn’t expecting was for her hands to find their way inside my pants, revealing my cock to her as her warm hand curled around my member and started to jerk me off. “I don’t know…” She teased, licking her lips, eyes glued to mine. “Do you want me?”

Goddamn, the woman was perfect.

“I think you know your answer…” I grinned, feeling her squeeze my dick just right. It was a tense moment of silence where we both stared at each other, deciding where to take this now. I wasn’t about to cave.

But then she pushed me away, dropped to her knees before me, and took me in her mouth.

“God fucking dammit,” I cursed, wrapping her hair around my hand so I could guide her movements, taking in the sight of her stretching her lips around my member, looking up at me with innocent-looking eyes that paradoxically spelled trouble.

I had never had someone worship my cock like that. She swirled her tongue around the head before she began to suck it, slowly but surely making her way down until she managed to get almost the entire thing inside her mouth.

She didn’t seem to mind the fact that it was hitting the back of her throat. If anything, I think she liked it. The gurgling, wet sounds of her choking mixed with the muffled moans that vibrated along my dick had me gripping the counter behind her so I wouldn’t just fall or bury the entire thing inside of her all at once.

She worked me to an orgasm with the ease only an omega - my omega - could do. When I came with a roar, she gulped down every single drop of my release, and then licked me clean like she couldn’t stand to be separated from my taste.

“Come here, ‘mega.” Pulling her up, I stroked her cheek gently, taking in every little inch of her, memorizing her features although I didn’t plan to ever part from her and need to resort to what I had stored in my brain. “You’re perfect, did you know that?”

She hid her face against my chest, making me chuckle as I held her close to me. “Can I ask you something?” Her voice came after a little while just relishing in each other’s embrace, and of course, I nodded.

“Anything.”

Still, she hesitated, fingers playing with my uniform until she took a deep breath, seemingly telling herself to get on with it already. “I know you weren’t virgins but… how did you do this before me? The others won’t tell me.”

I looked deep into her eyes, trying to see if there was any insecurity there, and of course I found it. But it was also obvious that it didn’t run deep. My brothers had done a good job of making her feel loved, she just seemed confused and vulnerable from not having the opportunity to have this conversation with them before.

“We fucked strangers we picked up at bars.” I was blunt. I wanted her to understand it wasn’t meaningful, it was nowhere near what we shared with her. “We could never be soft with anyone,” I explained, making sure to watch for the signs of her understanding. “No one made us feel comfortable before.”

I waited for her nod of acceptance to kiss her again, breathing in her delicious scent and loving the fact that she now smelled a little bit like me too. She kept her eyes closed when I let her go, thumb rubbing the back of my hands as I held her cheeks and rested my forehead against hers.

“Are you done?” Ransom’s voice broke our moment, and her sweet giggle was all that kept me from growling at him. “How are you feeling now, ‘mega?”