#soft!ari

You threw your keys unceremoniously on top of your bag, which you had let slip off your shoulder and drop onto the floor, too tired to move with grace. Your shoes had been toed off and kicked any which way, askew in the hall and nowhere near their usual spot.

Without even looking at Ari, you went straight for the bathroom to freshen up and wash your face, clearing the film of the long day away. The small reprieve was hardly a match for the way your feet were swollen from the long time on them, or how your hamstrings ached from the periods of sitting on a chair that seemed to be designed by satan himself in between.

Nothing all day had been comfortable, and at this point, that was all you wanted: comfort. Moving from the bathroom into the bedroom, you stripped each piece of clothing off, leaving them strewn in a path to the dresser where you tried to find something to wear that wouldn’t make you want to try to wiggle and writhe your way out of existence. Something actually comfortable, and soft, and not scratchy, and not tight. As you searched through the drawers, it felt like every single article of clothing you owned was ready to start a fight right now.

At this point, the potential of feeling fresh and clean began to seem elusive, so you dragged your feet over to the hamper, plucking out the oversized sleep shirt from the night before that was still laying on top. You were pleasantly surprised when you gave it a sniff to find it still decent, smelling like your sheets, with a small remnant of Ari from the way you clung to him in bed.

You slipped it over your head, a small glimmer of contentment seeping into you body, along with a fresh pair of undies and socks.

Ari hardly heard you shuffle into the house over the sizzling of the skillet in front of him. Usually, he’d be inclined to treat you to going out on a Friday night, but from your uncharacteristically short texts when leaving work, he knew leaving the house once you got home wasn’t in the cards. He didn’t mind making dinner at all, then, so it would be just about ready as you got home. All he wanted to do was care for you, cater to you on days like this.

As you walked through the door, he turned away from the stove, watching you walk in and drop your things, not even sparing him a glance as you made your way down the hall. He only turned back around to quickly switch off the burner as he waited for you, hips perched against the island and arms crossed, hoping you’d emerge soon. He knew sometimes you just needed time and space, so he would give you for now.

When he heard the soft padding of your socked feet move from bedroom and into the living room, his eyes continued to follow you. He watched you flop down onto the couch, still completely disregarding him. Seeing your legs fly up as your face smashed against the cushions was what he took as his signal to finally approach, very carefully.

Ari walked around the side of the couch, crouching down next to your sprawled form, your one arm and leg hanging off the side, while your face was nuzzled in the crack between cushions. He figured you could hear his steps towards you, but just in case, he took a deep breath and gently placed a large hand on your back as to make you aware of his presence in a non-startling manner. He began rubbing slow, warm circles against your back, over your shirt until you finally tore your head from its hideout and faced him, immediately dropping it back down.

You could see the soft smile on his face that you assumed was an attempt to conceal the worry underneath. His eyes lit up just slightly when they met your one that wasn’t smushed against the plush material.

“Hey, sugar. You okay?”

You lips had been shut from your silence since you’d left work, making you reluctant to unsettle the concealment, so you simply nodded, even though it was far from accurately conveying your true feelings. You watched as Ari’s brow furrowed, belief in your reaction almost nonexistent, but he didn’t verbally say anything, although his face said it all. The corner of his mouth turned up in a tight-lipped quirk, halfway to a grimace of concern. You watched as his deep blue eyes searched your face in contemplation of what to do next. He hated seeing you like this, and the solution to it depended on the day.

“You want dinner? Would that make you feel better? You need to eat?”

This time you actually shook your head, before lifting it once more and turning back to smush your nose flat against your face into the couch. You words came out from the corners of your mouth, slightly muffled but not enough that he couldn’t decipher them.

“No offense, because I’m sure it’s delicious, but I absolutely cannot stand the smell of the kitchen right now. Food is the last thing I want.”

He nodded, his thumb still slightly rubbing your shoulder, hoping the physical touch was doing something to soothe you. What was the next move of things you’d want when you got like this?

“Okay. I can pack it up. We don’t have to eat that. And especially not right now. You want a bath? I can get it started.”

Another shake of the head.

“No. Don’t wanna be wet. Don’t wanna move.”

Ari hummed in thought. You still hadn’t complained about his hand that was now rubbing up and down the expanse of your back.

“Okay, give me a second.”

You simply grunted in recognition, unmoving from your spot as he went to clean up the kitchen and return. You hadn’t even shifted, as he heard no movements besides his own in the quiet house. Ari returned to your side, but didn’t crouch this time.

“Alright, sugar. Turn over.”

He could see you slightly tilt your head towards him, your only visible eye squinting skeptically with a tilted brow, but you complied. Ari moved smoothly, but slowly along with you, lifting your arms up and over his shoulders, and tucking his own hands under the small of your back, trapping his arms against the couch. He moved his hips in between your legs and snuggled in on top of you, placing his ear against your sternum. His head bounced slightly with your scoff of amusement. Good, that meant this was working.

Your arms moved from his shoulders, one going up and the other sliding down until you were petting over his silky hair and scratching his back. It was more of a self-soothing practice than for his enjoyment, although he’d never complain about the feeling of your fingertips roaming over him.

You could feel the rumble of Ari’s chest against your lower stomach as he spoke up again.

“Is this better?”

You just nodded, even though you knew he couldn’t see the reaction, but hopefully he could feel the slight movement that came with it.

Your roaming hands began pulling up his shirt, dipping underneath and caressing the the broad, muscular expanse, needing to feel his skin against yours more than you realized. He didn’t judge you though, instantly raising himself so you could pull the fabric the rest of the way off over his head. Sitting on his knees between your thighs, he looked at you again, eyes filled with softness.

“You want me to make you feel good?”

Your response was almost totally wordless again as you shook your head, before you sat up just enough so he could have room to help you remove your shirt, too, your body heavy with reluctance to peel away from the cushions. After he shimmied the soft material over your head, you put your arms under his, pulling him up your body and closer to you. You broke your silence once again, your voice hardly projecting from your throat in a rasp.

“No. Not like how you’re thinking.”

You pulled him down more to settle against you again. This time, his head was tucked into your neck, beard scratching slightly in contrast to the way the soft, bare skin of your torsos was pressed together.

Your hands slid down his back, until they met two plump butt cheeks you were delighted to squeeze. You held them for a second before contentedly drumming in a rhythm only you knew. Ari huffed a laugh, the breeze moving against your hair.

“I don’t think anything could make me feel better than this, right here.”

Your hands traced upward again, one between his shoulder blades, the other scratching his scalp, rewarding you with deep rumbles and soft groans in your ear. It’s not like Ari had anything else planned for tonight, but even if he did, he’d be more than happy to cuddle on top of you with his head tucked in your neck if that’s what you needed.

As he continued to make the delicious moans of satisfaction, a smile finally started creeping onto your face. Feeling him relax in your hold caused you to do the same.

As your eyes finally started fluttering shut from the comfort, no longer blankly staring at the ceiling, you sighed in relief, almost. “Yeah, that’s the stuff.”

Bonus A/N: Am I ready to start my first full week of my job? No. Will posting this make me feel better? If you comment, then yeah, probs.

It's an unspoken fact that you're together, even though you rarely ever show it publicly. As the unofficial leader of the gang, Ari likes to keep an air of fear around him. Says it makes it easier for the others to respect him, and having his arm around you or kissing your hand won't exactly help his tough image.

They don't see the tenderness with which he treats you, and they could never imagine it. Hanson would probably have a heart attack if he ever heard the desperate whines of a post-orgasm Ari, begging you to cuddle him to sleep. Mikael would shit himself if he heard how fluently his cousin spouts poems of love with his dirty mouth.

"We got a biggun tomorrow," Kanika announces lowly as she leans forward, resting her elbows on the table. "Gonna get a lot of money if we bring this guy in alive. That means no lethal force."

"Nik's right," Ari says with a stoic face. "That's why I'm sending in Dice and Y/N alone."

You're slightly surprised by the news. It's difficult for Ari to involve you on missions, let alone on ones he isn't planning on attending himself, but you're pleasantly surprised that he took your argument last week seriously about being too protective over you and treating you like a real member of the group rather than just his girl. Glancing over at Dice, you give her a nod and she smiles back at you. She's the newest member of the family, and the youngest, but she's also the only one who knows her way around every computer system in the world.

"What do you need us to do?" You ask Ari, raising a brow at him from where you're sitting opposite him at the circular table.

After a few minutes pass, you sigh, lightly tapping your finger against the side of your beer. Hoping Ari notices, you sit back, clearing your throat before repeating the subtle action.

"Kripke visits the aquarium every Thursday at 1pm. That's where we're gonna bag him," Kanika informs you. "You and Dice will pose as workers, and I'm sure you can figure out a way to get him into the back in your van. You're smart women."

"And I don't want a repeat of what happened in Michigan," Ari says sternly with a glare, looking around the table at everyone. "You're all competent, so I don't want a single fuckin' mistake tomorrow, from any of you. You hear me?"

The group of nod and a few of the others mumble their agreements, none of you willing to meet his dark eyes. Even you don't look up from the table, knowing it's best not to try and calm him down in front of the others.

"We should head back to the motel," He says gruffly, sitting up. "Get some sleep."

Biting back your smile, you push your chair back while the others lowly agree, standing up and finishing off their beers. You put down your empty bottle before stretching your arms, exhausted after your long day of travelling.

"Are you scared?" Dice questions you as the group of you exit the bar and begin to walk down the sidewalk. "Because I am."

Laughing softly, you brush your arm against hers. "You have nothing to worry about, D. You'll be with me," You assure her. "We'll be in and out of there with Kripke in no time."

The walk to the motel is brief, and soon you're all standing outside the rooms, saying goodnight.

"I'll see you the morning," Dice tells you with a smile, before disappearing to her room.

"Good night, everyone! Love ya!" Tucker calls out with a grin, earning an eye-roll from Ari as he enters his room.

You walk over to Ari and hold your hand out to him, while Kanika and Mikael say goodbye. Ari puts his hand in yours and you wrap your fist around his thumb, before shaking it up and down. That's the furthest he'll go with touching you in public, but you love your walnut handshakes.

"Why do you call me that?" He asked you bluntly one night over a year and a half ago, months before he admitted to having feelings for you.

"Because you're my walnut," You told him coyly, making his eyes roll. With a sigh, you slid down the bench until your thigh touched his. Turning to him, you smiled. "Muhammed Ali classified people into fruits and nuts. Pomegranates are people who are hard on the outside, and hard on the inside. You like to think that you're a pomegranate, but you're not. Walnuts are hard on the outside, soft on the inside. That's you. My walnut."

He let out a grunt as his brows furrowed. "Don't call me that," He ordered you sternly.

"What are you gonna do about it, Mr. Levinson?" You asked him teasingly, taking his hand. Ari tried to pull out of your grip, admittedly not that hard, but you clinged onto his thumb, shaking it up and down with an accomplished grin. "Now we have our own handshake, walnut."

"Shut up," He huffed before pulling his hand out of yours and storming off.

"Good night, guys," Mikael calls out to you both while Ari leads you into your shared motel room.

The second the door shuts behind him, Ari pulls you in by your waist and plants his lips on yours in a deep kiss. He kisses you and his kiss tells you that he missed you all day; missed having you close, missed touching you inappropriately, missed clinging onto you. His wandering hands tell you that he's been fighting a boner for the last three hours watching you drink and dance in that bar, doing his best not to stare at you so obviously.

"Ari," You whimper into his mouth as he presses your body to his, making you feel hot and frustrated.

He pulls away from the kiss, cupping your cheeks in his big, rough hands. His blue eyes shine into yours, and for the first time all day, he smiles. "Hi, baby."

You can't help but giggle, still shy even after all this time together. "Hi, Ari," You reply with a mumble, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt.

"C'mere," He mutters, taking your hand and leading you over to the bed. The two of you sit down and he reaches into the nightstand, from where he pulls out a small box.

"What is it?" You ask excitedly as he hands it to you.

"Open it," Ari whispers, pulling you onto his lap.

With a racing heart, you open the black box to see a gorgeous gold necklace with the letter A hanging in the middle. You beam at him, immediately wrapping your arms tightly around him. "I love it! I love you!" You exclaim, pulling away to look back down at it. "Put it on me!"

He happily does so, smiling widely as he closes the clasp around your neck, his fingers brushing against your sensitive skin and making you shiver.

"Why did you get me it?" You inquire. "You know you don't need to buy me gifts."

His eyes meet yours and he pulls you closer. "It's been a year," He reveals with a whisper.

Your heart skips a beat. "It has?" You ask, feeling nauseous.

"You don't remember," Ari says with a smirk. "Don't worry, baby."

"It's just... you never officially asked me to be your girlfriend or anything. It just... happened," You say with a confused frown.

"So, you thought we'd never have an anniversary?" He questions you with a raised brow.

You let out a breathy scoff. "What date are you even going off of?" You ask him.

He cups your cheek and gives you a soft kiss. "A year ago, on this day, May 10th, is when we first said I love you."

Taken aback, your eyes widen. "Really?"

"Really," He confirms.

"And you remembered, walnut?" You ask, bewildered.

"Of course I remembered, nutcracker," He chuckles. "I'll never forget. Best day of my life."

You pout. "I didnt get you anything."

"And you don't ever need to. You are more than enough," Ari tells you earnestly, before a smirk grows on his lips. "But I did want something."

"Yeah?" You ask expectantly.

"I'm not much of a jewellery guy, though, so I just..." He trails off before unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it off and tossing it to the side. Then, he shows you his right arm. Just below his shoulder is a tattoo of your name, under which is a tattooed drawing of your eyes.

Your hand flies up to your mouth as you gasp, taking in the sight. Ari has a few pieces of ink spattered across his arms and body, but never did you imagine he'd get anything for you.

"Ari," You whisper, utterly baffled. "How did... when did you get that?"

"This morning while you were out for your run with Tucker," He informs you proudly. "I went with Hanson."

You can hardly take your eyes off the gorgeous ink, absolutely delighted by it. Feeling closer to him than ever, and feeling guilty for not having got him anything in return, you hold his face in your hands and look at him seriously. "Ari," You begin lowly. "You can put it in my ass tonight."

He laughs heartily at that, grabbing you by the waist and tossing you onto the bed before getting on top of you. "As incredible as that sounds, baby, you have a big day tomorrow and I don't want you being too sore," He tells you before his eyes darken. "So tonight, I'm gonna bury myself in that sweet little pussy of yours. She's much better at taking my thick cock."

You bite your lip at his words, instinctively spreading your legs apart for him to lay in between. Ari gives your neck a kiss while he unbuttons your loose shirt and gently takes it off of you.

"I love you so much," He mumbles as he reaches under you to open your bra clasp one-handed before pulling it off. "Let me show you how much, baby."

Your arms stretch up above your body as you allow him full access to you, trusting him to treat you well. He pulls down your shorts and your panties come down with them, making him grin as his eyes darken.

"Already so wet for me, bunny," Ari growls, lowering down until his face is between your legs. He lightly kisses the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, making your back arch with anticipation. "Be patient for me, my pretty girl. Let daddy take his time with you."

"Ari, I swear to God," You whine, bucking your hips up. "Don't be such a fuckin' tease."

Chuckling, Ari runs his tongue between your wet folds. The taste of you drives him insane and he can't help but dive right in, suckling on your throbbing clit. One of his hands reach up to your chest, where he runs the pads of his fingers over your hard nipple before pulling and twisting it. His other hand joins his mouth in playing with your pussy as his fingers find your tight hole before gently pushing their way in.

"Oh, daddy," You cry, pulling on his silky hair. "Just like that."

He lowers his tongue to you entrance and fucks into you with it, his nose brushing against your clit. His bright eyes are on you; watching as you come undone for him. It doesn't take long for the pressure to build up within your core, making you pull on his hair harder.

"Don't fuckin' stop," You demand desperately as your legs shake around him. "Don't stop, daddy."

And he doesn't. He brings his thumb up to rub your clit faster while eating your sweet pussy, groaning against you. The vibrations of his low voice send you over the edge and with a loud moan, you're cumming all over his face.

"Mmm, that's it," He growls, continuing to lap up your juices. "My good girl."

Once you're convulsing at his touch, Ari gives you a break and crawls back up to you, smiling down at you before giving you a kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue as it glides across yours, stroking and feeling it.

"Ari," You mumble with a tinge of frustration.

"What is it, bunny?" He mumbles with an arrogant smirk.

"Come on," You whine, pulling on the hem of his jeans.

"What do you want, hmm?" He asks you teasingly. "Tell me."

"Stop being difficult," You complain with a pout. "Just give it to me."

"Stop being such a brat, then," Ari says firmly, taking hold of your chin. "Come on, baby. It's only me. Tell me what you want from me."

A whimper leaves your mouth, but you know he can last longer than you in this game. So, you give in. "I want your cock," You whisper.

"And where do you want it, bunny?" He murmurs as his lips brush against yours.

"In- in my pussy," You say coyly, looking up at him with wide eyes.

He smiles, giving you a kiss. "See? Was that so bad?"

"You're so annoying," You huff, pushing his chest.

"What was that? You don't want me to fuck you tonight?" Ari asks with a frown. "You don't wanna feel my cum deep inside you?"

"No, daddy, I'm sorry," You drag out, as much as it pains you.

He lets out a content sigh, grinning at your words. "Such an adorable little bunny. See how easy it is to be a good girl?" He asks you with a raised brow. "Good girls get fucked real nice, and you know what bad girls get?"

You shake your head.

"Bad girls get spanked and sent to bed," He tells you through a clenched jaw.

Your eyes light up at the prospect of getting spanks, but he narrows his eyes at you.

"Don't get any funny ideas, dummy," Ari warns you. "Remember last time I sent you to sleep with a sore ass and a wet pussy? You didn't talk to me for three days."

"Because you didn't let me cum!" You shoot.

"Because you were being a bad girl," He adds coldly. "Now, you wanna know how tonight's gonna go?"

Silently, you nod.

"Tonight, you're gonna be daddy's good little bunny, and you're gonna bounce on my cock until we both cum," He tells you lowly. "I'm gonna treat you real nice. But only if you're a good girl. Can you be a good girl for me?"

With a smile, you push him onto his back and climb on top of him, straddling his hips. "I can be a good girl, daddy," You promise sweetly.

He strokes your cheek, smiling warmly back at you. "That's my beautiful girl. C'mon. My cock's nice and hard for you."

You open his belt buckle and pull it off, before unzipping his jeans and tugging them off of his legs, along with his boxers. His cock twitches in mid-air, hard and leaking with pre-cum. You take hold of the base and sit on it, teasingly rubbing it between your folds.

"Fuck, baby," Ari groans. "You're so fuckin' wet. Put me inside."

You shiver as his shaft brushes against your clit, and take a deep breath before guiding it to your entrance. Slowly, you sink down onto his cock, wincing once he's fully in and your thighs are resting on his waist.

He shudders, before reaching up to cup your face. "You okay, baby?" He asks you with a whisper.

"Y- yeah," You say after a few seconds, your eyes fluttering shut as you get used to his invasion. His cock is deep inside you, stretching you out and brushing against your cervix with every breath you take.

Once you're ready, you slowly lift your hips up before coming back down, making him groan. "Oh, that's it," Ari groans. "That's my girl, keep going."

You eventually build up a rhythm once the pleasure overtakes the pain and discomfort of his thick cock, riding him as your tits bounce. His hands rest on your waist and he thrusts his hips up every so often, fucking into you hard as his eyes roll back.

"That's my good bunny," He grunts, reaching up to play with your tits. "Such a good girl for daddy."

You moan at his praise, getting off on his sweet words. Your fingers brush over his tattoo and a wide smile grows on your lips as your heart blooms.

"Ari?" You begin, leaning down and cupping his cheeks.

He picks up the slack, wrapping his arms around your waist and thrusting up into you as his eyes burn into yours. "Yeah, baby?"

"I love you," You whisper, moaning when he hits your g-spot. "Fuck, I love you so much, walnut."

"Baby," He whispers through a drunken grin. "I love you. So, so fucking much."

"Yeah?" You ask as his thrusts get faster, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass filling the room. "How much, Ari?"

"More than- fuck, more than anything," He promises as he fucks you harder. "Cum with me, baby, cum with me."

"I'm so close," You cry, digging your nails into his shoulders. "I'm cumming, daddy."

"That's it, that's it," He grunts as he feels you clench around his cock. Seconds later, his cum shoots inside you as his voice becomes weak desperate. "Fuck, I love you, bunny, I love you, I love you."

You fall forward, resting your head on his chest while he gives you a few more sloppy thrusts, shuddering with each one. After a few moments afterglow bliss, he slowly pulls out of you, making you whimper.

He kisses the top of your head and gently strokes your back. "I love you," He repeats softly.

"I love you more, walnut," You reply weakly, hugging him tight. "Happy anniversary."

"Happy anniversary, baby," Ari mumbles as his eyes flutter shut. "Here's to a million more."

there you have it! my first ever ari fic. lemme know what you thought!

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