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Ari x Reader: but honestly baby, who's counting? (1, 2, 3) [One Shot]

Plot: Sometimes, you get everything you want by asking nicely.

or, the one where you are drunk and you might've slept with the owner of the hottest club in the city.

Tags: smut, 18+, bar owner! ari, spitting, p in v, some fluff, brief dom/sub, slight dumbification, sex while both drunk, wrap it before you tap it kids, alcohol, beeg ari (faintly mentioned), oral, corn with plot, MINORS DNI [A/N: This shit has not been edited yet so read at your own risk!]

[One]

“And who’er you?”

The entire room was blurry like the world spun and spun and then suddenly stopped but the fluids in your brain still sloshed around like a whirlpool, leaving you all confused, dizzy, and a bit giggly at the smallest bit of everything.

But one thing was for sure: the man in front of you was beautiful and unfairly hot. 

“...ri.” 

You blinked hard, unaware you had tuned out the man’s words in favor of staring at him like a lovesick fool.

“Ri-ri!” you blurted out, trying to save yourself from the embarrassment of being found out that you weren’t listening to him but he just chuckled – the deep, baritone type that traveled to the table you both shared.

You shivered.

“Cold?” he asked, cocking his head and smirking when you followed the direction of it in your quest to somehow figure out what made this man so enticing.

“You wanna warm me up, Riri?”

You weren’t usually this forward. Heck, the only reason you were in this “indie, hip, 80’s” (their words not yours) inspired dive bar was because your workmates dragged you around the city like a tourist.

Well, you might as well be considering you didn't really go out much in the 2 years you had made it your home.

What you didn’t expect was to actually rope some character from Top Gun in a conversation, or for him to smile at you like that till you were visibly swooning.

He was … big. Sitting down he towered over you, protecting you from the blazing disco light behind him. He had shoulder-length hair you wanted to pull and a beard you wanted to ri –

“I don’t see you here often.”

“Well,” you cleared your throat, leaning your hands on your palms as you looked up at him. “I don't go out often.”

He pursed his lips as if holding back laughter. He opened his mouth to seemingly try to have another decent conversation but you were way ahead of him.

“Will you have sex with me, please?”

You saw his entire body tighten for a second before his expression turned dark, looking you up and down till you were squirming in your seat.

“You’re drunk.”

“And so are you,” you insisted, nearly stomping your heels on the ground in protest. “I also have an apartment nearby.”

He laughed. Taking his glass full of dark liquid before emptying it in one gulp. “Is this your game, sweetheart?”

You giggled up at him as if he said something silly but you hiccuped in surprise when he slammed the glass back on the wooden surface.

“Cause if he so,” he stood up and made you gasp as he rounded to your side of the table, eyes falling down to the unmistakable bulge on his pants that, due to his imposing height, fell perfectly on your line of sight as you looked up at him. 

You may have bitten more than you can chew. Or suck – depending on how this night goes.

“I’ll play.”

You could feel yourself going cross-eyed, your mouth hanging open and letting out pathetic short moans. Every time you feel your hips falling down from exhaustion his hands hooked right below it and pulled you right back into his punishing thrusts.

“So good, so good,” you moan, your limbs shaking when he lewdly licked and nibbled on your ear. Your voice was raspy from your dry throat as you doubt your lips were frozen in position as you did but nothing but moan on his cock for the past twenty minutes.

He seemed to have noticed your minute pain and had the perfect remedy – a firm thumb on your chin to angle your open mouth perfectly to spit on.

The act was so dirty and yet so lewd that your brain short-circuited whether you should be disgusted, embarrassed, or turned on. He decided for you – slipping his tongue into yours and having you suck on it, the taste of rich, deep alcohol and a hint of smoke and mint clouding more and more of your mind.

“Yeah?” he whispered, his damp hair falling over your face, as he pressed a kiss on the edge of your lips. “You liked getting fucked, baby? Hmm? Like it when shady men from dirty bars fuck you stupid?”

You nodded, sobbing from the overwhelming pleasure that had you feeling him deep in your guts.

“Gonna cum,” you cried. “Gonna cum, Riri!”

“Can't even get my fucking name right but you're already too willing to drool over my cock,” he grunted. Suddenly, he pulled you two upright, leaning on your headboard and forcing you to sit on his cock, and making you scream. 

Despite being on top he hooked your legs over his arms as he thrust up at you, his teeth now nipping on the crook of your neck as you lay your head over his shoulders. The lewd position made you feel too bare, you would've been embarassed if not for his cock bullying its way into your cervix and making you lose any coherent train of thought.

“Cumming! I’m cumming!” you screamed over what could only be the pounding on the wall from your neighbor. But the thought was quickly blacked out by euphoria as you finally came and squirt all over his lap, falling limply into his thrusts that only doubled in speed and intensity until he too growled in pleasure as he drowned you from the inside.

“Shit,” he muttered, kissing one last hickey on your neck before capturing your lips in a delirious kiss. “That pussy better be protected cause I’m not tryna be a daddy just yet.”

You were about to tell him that you were, in fact, taking birth controls but you could only yelp when he suddenly slapped the inside of your thighs. 

“Time to clean up, baby.”

Confused, you let him manhandle your body until you were kneeling in from his surprisingly hard cock. You gulped, eyes tracing over his drenched rod, “Y-You’re still hard.”

“And you can't leave me like that, can't you, sweetheart?” he cooed, hooking a stray hair behind your ears as you kissed up his length, the taste of him and you had your thighs rubbing against each other.

“N-No,” you pouted, finally reaching his tip, his thumb pressing on your chin to guide you down. “I want to take care of it.”

“Well,” he smirked, eyes now above your head as he stared at the mirror on the wall by your bed, perfectly framing your dripping heat. “Aren't you just the sweetest?”

The next morning you woke up in damp sheets and a card by the pillow.

See u at the bar. -Ari

“Oh,” you winced, hiding your burning face under your arms. “Ari.”

As much as you wanted to go back and drown in wild, hot sex with an equally hot and wild man you had gone out on a Sunday and had work the very next morning. Your legs had gotten so weak and jiggly from your encounter you doubt you would survive a consecutive night with that man.

You were lucky your head didn't burst from the amount of shrieking from your girlfriends when they had found out what happened and the amount of scolding from your manager when you were late for your shift.

“I can’t believe you fucked Ari Levinson! THE Ari Levinson! How’d you do it?” Wanda had moved her chair in front of your table and while Nat decided to stay in her own cubicle, you still had her full attention.

“I …” your entire body heat up when you finally recalled the moments before you had taken him home.

“Will you have sex with me, please?”

“I asked … nicely.”

The two of them looked at you incredulously. 

“You asked?! That’s it!?”

You opened your mouth to explain but your shyness finally overtook you so you just nodded.

The two of them seemed to wait for more explanation but realized you don't have one.

“Do you know how many women would kill you if you told them what you just told us?”

You shook your head.

“Unbelievable,” Natasha remarked, shaking her head and giggling to herself.

“Well,” Wanda continued, patting your shoulder. “I, for one, am very proud of you.”

You gave her a smile as she left with a thumbs up.

“I should ask Steve nicely if he’d let me peg him.”

“Natasha!”

[Two]

If someone asked you, you would say you probably lost your mind. What you know for sure is you don’t know what you were doing here.

What if he was being nice? What if that was just common courtesy among his one-night stands? What if he laughed at your face when you tell him you went here for him?

You could already feel yourself chicken out but before you could take one step forward or back a rough hand tapped on your shoulders.

“Miss?”

A guy that was twice your size and tattooed from his arms up to his face looked down at you.

“Y-Yes? I have my ID with me he –”

He held up a hand to stop you. “Mr.Levinson told me to let you in the back.”

Thank God, Wanda had been screaming in your ear about his full name that you managed to recognize it.

“A-Ari did?”

Instead of answering he just cocked his head and started walking, giving you no choice but to follow him. This entrance, albeit hidden and behind a roped door that had “Keep Out” written all over its length, was more clean and fancy.

On one side compromised a blank velvet wall and the other was littered with an array of doors that led into dimly-lit rooms. From what you could see it seemed to be private lounges for the VIPs.

“John? Who’s that?” a perky voice caught both your attention – it was a long-legged blonde woman that wore a gold mini dress that was basically tattoed on her perfect body. You couldn't help but feel underdressed in your skirt and sleeveless shirt.

“It’s Mr. Levinson’s guest,” he answered professionally though the beautiful woman raised a sharp eyebrow at the words. Her stare made you cower. 

“Huh,” she looked at you up and down then threw her perfectly straightened hair over her shoulders. “He must be fucking bored then.”

The words hurt but as she trotted away and through the door you went in from you could see John roll his eyes and sigh. She must be like that to everyone.

Using his palm, John guided you into another door where louder music was barely muffled.

“Here you are, miss,” he unhooked another fancy rope for you and gave you a smile. Audibly gulping, you steeled your will before going through the curtain where most of the noise was coming from.

You squinted, the bright moving red light blinding you for a split second – enough time for the dancing crowd to swallow you whole.

Your painful yelps and panicked breathing were drowned out by their cheers and screams, too drunk off the booze and loud song from the speakers to notice your panic attack was about to start.

Just as you were about to tip off the edge, a hand yanks you out of the ground and into a warm, sturdy chest.

“There you are, sweetheart.”

“Ari.”

He leaned in for a kiss, guiding your arms around his neck before he gave you a blinding smile and pushed off a drunkard away from you. He was effortlessly moving around the crowd with you protected behind him so he can put you in a booth on the second floor, overlooking the dancing crowd.

“I was just about to drag you out of your apartment if you had made me wait a day longer.”

“I-I was –” you were cut off when he sat down, placing you right in his lap as he leaned back on the fancy red sofa with his arm stretched out. “... I had work.”

“Ah,” he leaned in, closing in their proximity as he reached for a drink on the table behind you. “Jobs – forgot about that.”

He took a drink from his glass, making you swallow with him before you forcibly tore your eyes away from his adam’s apple. “Is this … your job then?”

“Kinda,” he answered, letting his eyes run on the club behind you. “I own it but I do serve drinks here when I’m bored.”

Your eyes widened. “You own it?”

That must have been why Wanda was losing her mind over you sleeping with him.

He shrugged like it was nothing. “Enough about this talk about work.”

You still found it difficult to process that you were sitting in the owner’s lap but you tried to shake yourself out of it. Why were you freaking out, if that woman’s word was true then you better than to expect anything serious about this and you were fine with that …. you think. “What do you wanna talk about?”

“About what’s a man gotta do to get a kiss?”

You pursed your lips trying not to smile as your heart followed the exploding beat of the music, the rough pads of his hand now running up your spine as he gently pushed you closer and closer to him. “Have you tried saying 'please'? Always worked for me.”

You were on the floor.

And you should be disgusted.

But the man with you seemed to have a magical power that separates your brain from your body and makes you think through your pussy as he pounded behind it.

“God this fucking ass,” you yelped when he smacked it, but despite the initial pain you still wiggled into his bruising thrusts desperately.

This time you didn’t have to worry about meeting your neighbor's eyes the next morning as Ari had brought you into his own apartment. Well, apartment is quite an understatement as he basically owned the entire floor. The view even from the floor where you were currently getting fucked within an inch of your life was still beautiful despite it getting hazy from your tears.

“Oh baby, don’t cry,” he cooed, though his sweet statement was contrasted with a harsh bite on your shoulders. As if grounding you as he cruelly doubled the speed of his thrusts until you were only screaming his name. “You look too pretty when you cry. And you know I can't control myself that well.”

His hand sneaked in the length of your body, teasing your stomach and then finally reaching your clit and applying enough pressure to help your each your peak. Any strength in your arms left as you squirted into his cock, giving him the perfect angle to fuck you stupid until he himself pulled out and came in your back.

The warm spunk dripped on the length of your back and the faint snap of the camera was something that should've alarmed you but you knew him enough to be quite possessive so you doubted it was something he would spread around. And honestly, you were too tired to care.

“Riri,” you sobbed but he shushed you, pushing a set of pillows on your stomach so you were in a more comfortable position. “‘M sensitive.”

“I know, sweetheart,” he hummed, and yet his hands gripped the globes of your ass and spread it out, baring your pounding core to him. “But I need just one more taste. Or two.”

When you woke up, Ari was surprisingly kind, gentle, and sweet – the exact opposite of the beast who basically chewed on your pussy until you passed out.

“What are you pouting about?” he asked as he pushed another sweet pastry on your mouth. When you had woken up he was already arranging the food he had gotten delivered from a cafe nearby and had the nerve to give you the charming smile that had you and your pussy enarly forgiving him on the spot.

“My …” you swallowed, glaring at the cocky expression on his face. “I’m sore.”

He hummed nonchalantly making you slap his chest, “Alright, no need to get violent! I promise i’ll be nicer next time.”

Next time?

“There’ll be a next time?”

He turned to you, confused at first but then he smirked. This time he stabbed the last piece of the pastry and fed it to you, swiping the excess cream on the edge of your lips and sucking it into his mouth.

“There’ll be a lot of next time, sweetheart.”

[Three]

“I’m just so confused!”

You were venting about your complicated and confusing relationship with Ari to Wanda and Nat.

He was sweet and caring and fucks you like an animal but … there was no label. And you were too scared to lose the one good thing you have going on in your desperation to have some stupid title.

“What if he is not a relationship guy? What if this was just for fun and I’m gonna end up looking stupid? I mean … ‘m okay with what we have right now but I just want to know where I officially stand and he’s just not …. fucking bored and looking for some regular pussy.”

Of all times, the sharp words of that night returned to you now.

“Well, it's not like he doesn't have a line of pussies waiting for him outside his bar so we can cross that reason out –”

“Wanda!” you shrieked, glaring at her as she smirked. “Not helping.”

She raised her hand in surrender. Nat was surprisingly quiet and when you turned to her she had a guilty look written all over her face.

“What?”

“I have a confession to make.”

You could feel your blood turn cold.

“Nat …”

“Listen, this will sound bad –”

“Natasha!”

“But, it’s killing me not to tell when you’re clearly going crazy over this!”

You playfully pretended to punch her so she will hurry up and tell you her big secret that so clearly includes you, “Alright, alright!”

“So,” she cleared her throat. “Ari may or may not have seen you on the back of my car when I was dropping off something at Steve's and he may or may not have bribed me that if I somehow dragged you into his club and get the two of you to meet then he would give me unlimited access to his bar for my entire life if it works.”

She spoke quickly but she wasn’t quick enough to not let her words sink in.

“What?!”

“What, I didn't know this!” Wanda protested with you.

“Listen! He said he was interested and I threatened him, The Godfather style, that I don’t want him playing games with you unless he was really sure and after the two of you first fu –”

You glared at her.

“--hung out, he immediately gave me the pass to the bar so I knew he liked you but it’s not like I can tell you that!”

“What that you sold me like a trading card?”

“Well … in my defense, it did work out! And now you're sure he actually likes you!”

You opened your mouth to make an argument but … she was right. Suddenly, your phone dinged in your pocket.

‘I’m picking you up.’

You couldn't help the small smile to grow on your face.

‘So bossy, i’ll get a cab there i’m in your accomplice’s apartment. Hope I was worth a lifetime’s worth of alcohol.’

Immediately, a reply went through.

‘Shit. I’ll explain at home.’

The word home made your insides flutter but before you could giggle like a schoolgirl you realized your two friends were currently looking at you in shock.

“Oh, this is bad.”

“Shut up! And you, you’re still on thin ice!”

“Come on!”

“Aah! Ari, right there, right there!”

You don't know what happened. You were sure you were gonna play up the card you had found and at least try to act coy for a bit. But before you knew it, you were already here, splayed out on Ari’s breakfast bar and getting eaten out like his last meal.

Ari grunted, gripping the hands on his hair until you let go. Your legs were hooked on his shoulders and when he suddenly stood up, you had no choice but to be half-hanging off of him as he bent you down and nearly split you open for his viewing pleasure.

“You drive me fucking insane, y’know that?”

“I -*hic* – I didn't do anything!” you whined, protesting from the lewd position he put you in.

“Oh, I’m not talking to you sweetheart,” he cooed, pressing a finger into your mouth so you could suckle on it in comfort. “I’m talking to this pretty pussy that got me fucking whipped.”

You moaned from his dirty words.

“Now,” you tried to scream when he suddenly slapped your center with his heavy hands, the force enough to make you squirt out, body nearly bending off the surface if he wasn't there to ground you back with his unmoving body that got wetter and wetter by the second.

He seemed pleased at your reaction.

“I believe my little sweetheart and her cute litte pussy deserve a better apology from me.”

“It wasn’t my intention to lie to you, y’know”

If you were being honest you really weren't mad anymore. It’s not like they made a fool out of you for a tasteless prank. But it was still better to get things straightened out.

He was laying on your stomach, his fingers tracing invisible paths on your body as you played with his hair.

“It’s just … I have a reputation,” you didn't even try to deny it. If you had known who he was at the beginning you doubt you wouldn’t have given him a chance. It was based on pure luck of you being drunk enough to be brave and him approaching you at the right time that had you where you are now. “And, you were so shy and jumpy that I knew better than to use the same old lines and charm on you like I usually do.”

“Aww,” you cooed, gripping his long hair gently to make you look up at him. “You had a crush on me.”

“Shut up, I still remember you passing out from –”

“Alright! I’m sensitive, okay?!” you tried to defend yourself but you only fell into fits of laughter when he pressed harsh kisses on your stomach, his beard rubbing it raw until he was now hovering over you.

Sometimes you forget just how easily you get to disappear in his arms.

“So you like me?” you asked coyly, hands rubbing up the coarse hair on his chest, but he quickly nudged your nose with his  so you looked him in the eyes.

“I like you. A lot,” you could tell he was a bit uncomfortable, not used to being open and raw like this. But you were thankful. “Think you’d wanna be my girl?”

“Hmm,” you pretended about it but you were already laughing with him as he pressed gentle kisses all over your face as if to convince you.

“Only if you ask nicely.”

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