anonymous said: coaxing Arthur to touch you, and being so shy about it
pairing: Arthur Fleck x Reader
warnings: shy!Arthur, nervous touching, sweet smut, light fingering, dry humping
There was yet another power outage in the rundown city of Gotham. It was usually the broken apartments that had power cut off while the riches were perfectly fine. You’re not sure why society frowned upon the lower class. There are people with disabilities, single mothers who have young children, hard working college students with loans to pay back, families in debt - the list goes on and on. You’re apart of that list. Juggling two jobs to care of your never ending bills and lessening food wasn’t the easiest in the world. Working as a waitress by day and an exotic dancer by night. You were never fully accepted as a person. Most people called you a whore for being a dancer or a broke bitch for being a waitress. There was no in between. One person who didn’t think that way was Arthur Fleck.
You’ve always had a soft spot for the reserved man. You befriended him the minute you settled into the rundown building, just down the hall from Arthur. You had learned he had a neurological disorder where he laughs uncontrollably at inappropriate times, mostly based on his anxiety. His mother had recently passed away and he’s been living alone ever since. You’ve heard about him from the other neighbors. How “disturbed” and “bat shit crazy” he is. You don’t judge others based on a few words from ignorant people who are small minded. Arthur is probably the best thing that ever happened to you, and that’s saying a lot.
You were in the middle of a shower when the dingy bathroom light flickered repeatedly before cutting off completely. You’re lucky the water didn’t cut off as it has in the past. You hurried as you changed in a pair of your cotton shorts and tank top, not caring how cold it became in your small apartment. You just needed the one thing that kept you sane.
You left after locking your door and made a small walk to Arthur’s apartment. You weren’t sure if it was a good idea bothering him, not knowing if he was asleep or busy. You immediately regret the decision to go there when you knocked on the door.
“Stupid,” you mumbled to yourself, beginning to turn to walk away, but the sound of the door opening quickly made you stop.
“Y/N? Wh-What’re you doing here?” Arthur’s voice was soft and confused when he sees you standing before him shivering like a stray puppy.
“Um…the power cut off again…and-and I don’t wanna be alone. I’m so sorry for bothering you, Artie,” you began to profusely apologize.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he reassured you and opened the door wider for you to come in. “Are you hungry? Did you eat?”
“A while ago, yeah,” you offered him a small smile and wrapped your arms tighter around your stomach as you stepped deeper into his surprisingly warm apartment.
“I-I made some soup…I don’t know if you want some later, but…feel free to help yourself,” Arthur awkwardly smiles and moves his lanky body to the mustard yellow couch.
You refrained from jumping on him and attacking his face with kisses because of how sweet and incredibly generous he’s being with you. His soul might be broken, but the person within him is definitely pure. You took a seat a few inches away from him, tucking your cold feet under yourself as you trained your eyes on the television. The Murray Franklin Show was playing on videotape. You looked over at Arthur and softly grinned at how entranced he became. His eyes held a childlike innocence that made you want to protect him the harsh Gotham city.
You couldn’t help but focus on the cigarette held between his index and middle fingers. His hand was so relaxed, the veins protruding from his skin and going down his forearm. You watched with parted lips as he brought the caner stick to his lips, hallowing his cheeks and sucking slowly as if to savor the flavor of the nicotine. When he exhales, that’s when he notices you’re staring.
“Oh!” He seemed alarmed and immediately put out his cigarette in the ashtray. “I-I’m sorry, I should’ve asked if it was okay.” He apologized profusely and ran both hands through his hair, lightly tugging at the ends of his curls.
“Artie, no, it’s okay,” you rest a gentle hand on his arm. “Can I have one?”
Arthur seems surprised, thin lips parting and green eyes briefly widening. He reaches for his pack and slides a cigarette out, handing over to you with a slightly crooked smile. You place the tip between your own lips and lean on close as he holds the lighter. Your hands lightly hold onto his wrist as you suck your cheeks in to hold the cigarette over the flame. Arthur’s eyes follow, his wrist tingling from your soft fingertips and manicured nails. You pull away completely just as he clears his throat quietly. It was silent between you both, except for the ending applause of the recorded talk show.
“Can…Can I ask you something?” Arthur asks you, keeping his voice gentle and steady when the recording cuts off, and you’re both left in dim lighting from the small living room lamp.
“Of course, Arthur,” you tell him.
He seems nervous as he avoids looking in your direction. He sniffles quietly and gnaws on his bottom lip, an action of which you can’t ignore. He shuffles in his seat and scrapes a fingernail over the palm of his hand.
“Have…Have you ever thought about leaving Gotham? Like…finding a new life for yourself instead of…this,” he quietly asks you, weakly waving a hand around to get his point across.
“I have,” you mumbled and put the cigarette down to move closer to Arthur. “Gotham was the only…available option for me. It’s cheap, there’s transportation, not the best people, but it was enough for me. But…there have been times where I was close to leaving, and there was always something stopping me.”
“What?” Arthur was curious, eyes similar to those of a small puppy.
“I feel like if I told you, you wouldn’t be too…accepting,” you whispered and hugged your knees tighter to your chest.
“Tell me,” he begged quietly.
“Um,” you uncomfortably laughed and found your hands more interesting than Arthur’s beautiful eyes. “It’s you, Artie. I-I always wanted to leave, but…when I met you, I didn’t know what the point was if you weren’t leaving with me…”
It seemed as though time stopped for Arthur. He wasn’t sure what to say or do, except stare at your small frown. He can feel the air inside the small living room get thicker. He cleared his throat as he felt the familiar tickle rising from his stomach and settling into his chest.
“Do you really think that?” He shyly asked you.
You moved even closer and lowered your legs to sit sideways as you faced him. You held on hand between your own, your thumb tracing the veins that sit there.
“Of course I do, Artie. Everything felt so different when I met you. You’re just so sweet and genuine and you make me incredibly happy. And if I were to ever leave Gotham, I want you right there with me,” you passionately said.
Arthur lets out a small laugh as a few tears rolled down his slightly wrinkled face. He sniffled and nodded shakily at your words. You cooed and wiped your thumbs under his eyes to erase those tears.
“I care for you, Arthur Fleck,” you whispered and slowly leaned in closer with your hand resting gently on his cheek. “I need you with me, more than you.”
“I-I need you too,” Arthur’s voice cracks.
“Can I kiss you?” You mumbled softly as you rest your forehead on his, your lashes fluttering against his high cheekbone.
When he enthusiastically nods, you finally lean forward and press your lips to his with a gentleness that Arthur has never felt before. You can sense his inexperience when his lips opened and closed like a fish out of water. You pulled away panting quietly, both hands holding Arthur’s cheeks. He licks his lips to savor the taste of you on his tongue.
“Have you ever touched a girl before, Arthur?” You breathlessly asked him.
He hesitantly shook his head. The truth is that he did touch a girl under the skirt before in school, and that earned him a hard smack across the face while the popular school boys laughed at poor Arthur’s embarrassment. You took his hand and placed in your bare thigh. Goosebumps immediately rose to the surface from his rough palm and warm skin. Arthur lets out a soft breath and eagerly pressed his lips to yours again. He lets out a small whimper as you slowly slid his hand higher and higher along your inner thigh.
“You’re doing so good,” you whispered against his lips when you both pulled away. “Do you want more, honey?”
Arthur frantically nods, curls bouncing around his neck from the movements. You brought his hand under your tank top and allowed his fingers to skim across your stomach. You shivered and slid his hands inside your shorts. Arthur pressed his fingers against your panties, making him feel the wetness on the fabric and the outline of your swelling clit.
“So warm,” he mumbles in awe, pressing his fingers more firmly against your clothed pussy to feel more.
You can sense Arthur’s excitement and eagerness to feel and do more. You straddled his lap, forcing his back against the couch as your arms cradled his head. Arthur’s eyes quickly shut when you kissed him yet again. It was like an elegant dance, your lips. Gentle sucking and hushed moans are making a liquid fire ignite in the pit of your stomach. You pressed yourself further onto his lap, subtly grinding forward and back.
“Relax, honey,” you whispered, curling your arms tighter around his neck so he can feel every inch of your body. “Close your eyes and listen to my voice…feel my body, Artie.”
“So good,” he shakily whispers and buried his face in your neck, sliding his hands up your thighs and curling around your hips. “K-Keep going, please.”
“Yeah?” You hummed lightly, brushing your nose against his as you ground your hips a little harder and faster, sliding your clothed pussy up and down along his thickening bulge that’s tucked away in his blue slacks.
You can feel the heat pooling in your panties. The friction felt so fucking good against Arthur’s cock. You need more, you craved more. You took his hand and slid it into your panties, allowing him to feel your wetness and heat.
“Use your th-thumb to rub my clit,” you panted softly.
“Clit?” He whimpered and bucked his hips.
You moved his thumb until it was settled over the swollen nub. “There.”
He rubbed back and forth, up and down, all around. The rough pad of his thumb made you pussy clench as he pressed down. Your eyes threatened to cross as you held onto the couch on either side of Arthur’s shoulder. You can feel that familiar heat from the tips of your toes and spreading to your temples.
“I-I feel…something,” he pants heavily in your bare shoulder, the strap of your tank top sliding down, causing him to bite down on your skin. “F-Fuck…”
You clamped down around his wrist and let out a final moan in his ear, twitching and panting as you feel a bead of sweat sliding down your back. Arthur has never felt this weird sensation in all his years. He has touched himself, but could never get himself aroused enough to finish. His knees jerk up, forcing you into his chest. He feels a warm wetness spilling into his blue slacks. His stomach muscles twitch and trembling from the overwhelming sensation.
“W-What was that?” He managed to mumble in your shoulder.
“You just came,” you giggled quietly, pressing gentle kisses to his cheeks, chin,a and his parted lips.
“C-Can we do…more?” He awkwardly asks you.
“Whatever you want, Artie.”
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