Arthur Morgan x Reader | Oneshot/Drabble #2
Summary: You're in major need of relief, and Arthur offers a solution.
Category: PURE SMUT. Masturbation.
A/N: Super short and to the point. I also haven't forgotten about the requests, I'm going to continue working on them now. I just needed to get this outta my system. š¤¤
You absolutely dreaded getting your cycle each month. The symptoms before you got it seemed to get worse and worse each time.
It also didn't help that you wanted to jump just about any person's bones that you saw during those times because of those symptoms, either. You were damn near insatiable when it came to that time of the month, and touching yourself could only help you so much. Ever since you had been at camp, you had fantasized about Arthur. Thinking about him was how your hand ended up between your thighs most of the time, and when you were like this, the thought of him fucking you was literally all you could think about.
So, of course it would end up being you and him that were put in charge of taking the wagon to Valentine to collect goods. The whole ride there you were squirming in your seat, clenching your thighs, and praying to God there wouldn't be a damp spot visible in your pants from how wet you were.
Luckily, there wasn't, and you were happy to have a moment out of the wagon to compose yourself as Arthur gathered up the supplies in town, but the ride back was when the real trouble began.
Your core was aching so terrible on the way back that, you thought you'd literally explode. You could barely pay attention to a thing Arthur was saying, all you could focus on was being this close to him and those oddly pleasurable sensations everytime the wagon hit a bump, which, was pretty much the full length of the road from Valentine to Horseshoe Overlook. You had your thighs clenched as tight as a drum, trying to hold back the small moans that threatened to escape.
"You even listenin' t'me?" Arthur complained, finally noticing you weren't paying a lick of attention to him.
"Wh-what?" You snapped your head towards him.
He grumbled, shaking his head. "I asked why y'was squirmin' 'round in that seat like'a snake. Y'been doin' it ever since we left camp."
You could feel your face go hot and red, realizing that he had noticed how strange you were acting. Just as he spoke, he hit a particular big bump in the wagon and it made an audible moan escape you.
"Stop. Please, stop the wagon," you begged. You still had your thighs clenched tightly together.
"The hell's wrong wit'chu? You a'ight?" He cocked his head at you, pulling the reins for the horses to slow.
You sighed, shaking your head. "It's.. female problems."
"An' what does that mean?" He squinted at you.
You turned your head to him, a blank look on your face. "Like, the kind that people usually have.. Another person to take care of for them..."
He sat there for a minute, looking at you in confusion until it dawned on him what you meant. "Oh.. Oh. I mean, I, erm, well, I don't rightly know what'ta say for that'un. Think we've all been through that."
"I hadn't really expected y'too, but you asked an' I answered. An' yeah, that's the problem. I have no one." You gritted your teeth hard, not wanting your embarrassment to show.
Neither you or Arthur were very shy about anything with eachother, you'd have conversations about anything, and that included the ins and outside about what people do in the bedroom, but this was the first time either of you had ever come right out and basically say that you needed some sexual relief.
"If you ne- I me-," Arthur stammered as he stared you dead in the eyes before sighing and turning his head back to the road.
"What is it?" You shrugged.
He turned his head back to you, slightly. "I was jus' gon' say I'd help if I could, but I didn't wanna say nothin' outta line."
You shook your head at him with glazed eyes. "No.. That's not outta line," you breathed. "Would you help me, Arthur?" You bit your lip.
He swallowed hard, his grip tightening on the reins as he shifted in his seat. "What do, uh, what'd'ya want me t'do?"
You pressed your hands down onto your thighs, still looking at him. "Jus' touch me.. Please.. I ain't gonna last long anyway," you admitted.
His lips parted slightly as he breathed, seemingly surprised, and a little more than interested to hear you talk to him like this, and that was made all the more evident by the bulge in his pants. He looked at you in the eyes, then down to your pants, then back up into your eyes again.
"Get'em unbuttoned then, girl," he said in a commanding, low tone.
You obeyed quickly as you fiddled with the button on your pants to get them open, and to get the zipper down. You shimmied them down just enough so he'd have some room to get his hand inside. He let go of the reins on the wagon, looking at you with hunger as he reached over to you, slowly slipping his hand inside of your pants.
You hissed, feeling the first brush of his fingerstips over your mound, you threw your leg over onto his to spread yourself open for him just a little more. Luckily, the road was completely deserted and you didn't have to worry about anyone seeing, but right now Arthur Morgan had his own hand shoved into your pants, so you really didn't give a shit if a whole parade decided to come through in that moment. You moaned louder when his fingers slipped between your folds for the first time, making you lift your hips just a little to get more friction.
His eyes widened when he felt just how wet your were. "Christ. Y'sure y'ain't been swimmin'?"
You scoffed, shakily, "I told ya.. I'm achin' so damn bad, Arthur."
"I know, darlin'. I'ma take care'a ya now," he said gruffly.
"Oh, please," you moaned, clamping one of your hands around his arm when you felt his finger starting to draw circles around your clit.
"How ya want it?" He said, trying to hold back the grunt in the back of his throat.
"Mmm," you moaned, "jus' like that."
"Y'like that?" He breathed, dipping his hand down to insert a finger inside of you. "What 'bout this?"
"Just play with me," you groaned seductively.
He shifted in his seat again, and you could see his cock straining against those dark slacks he had on as he watched you writhe right there on the spot. You held his arm in place as you bucked your hips upwards, grinding yourself against his hands. You were already on the verge of finishing, but you wanted to try to make it last as ling at you could. You pressed your head against his shoulder, riding his hand. With your own hand, you brushed over his hard cock, and he let out a pleasurable growl at the feeling, and it only enticed him to plunge two of his fingers deeper inside of your pussy, hitting the sweet spot inside.
You cried out at the sensation, panting, and your legs shaking as you got closer and closer to an intense climax. "Fuck.. Fuck. I'm gonna come soon."
"Tha'sit, darlin'," he growled. He pulled his fingers out of you, spreading your slit with his Index and ring finger to go at your clit with his middle finger again. "Y'better come for me."
He palmed his cock through his pants as he watched you getting off for him. You pressed your head harder into his arm, trying your best to muffle your moans, but Arthur wasn't having any of that, he wanted to watch his handywork.
He took his hand away from his length to life your head up to him. "I wanna hear it. I wanna see that pretty face'a yers when you come, too."
All you could do was nod at him in response as you moaned brokenly. That was it. That was the straw that, not only broke the camels back, but also the legs. If anyone was in the near vicinity, there was definitely no way that they weren't able to hear your desperate whines and cries as you came hard. You writhed against his hand as he drew feverish circles around your clit now, you already knew that you soaked his hand, but he didn't seem to care. He let out a grunt as he watched you, gritting his teeth, reaching back down to grab his cock through his pants again.
"Goddamn," he hissed. He let out a guttural growl as his body jerked as if a jolt of electricity had went through it.
It didn't take you long at all to realize that he had come too, when he saw just how hard you had come for him. It was made all the more apparent when you could see the wet spot spreading across the front of his slacks now. It made a small smile of pride tug at your lips as you rode out your climax. The two of you were panting messes, but you were finally able to settle yourself back down onto the wooden seat of the wagon, pulling your leg away from his, and releasing his arm from your grip, satisfied for the moment.
You let out a long sigh, laying your head back. "Jesus Christ."
Arthur didn't say anything for a moment, he just sat there, shaking his head as he caught his breathe. "Well, that was a goddamn first.. Shit, I gotta change pants now."
You chuckled, "Yeah, same here."
He cut his eyes over to you, still giving you a desirable look as he slowly pulled his hands from your pants. You shuddered, feeling his fingers brush over your heated skin again. He didn't lose eye contact as he brought his finger up to his mouth, dragging his tongue along it to taste you.
"Ya owe me one, gal." He gestured his head at you.
"You name the time and place," you said seriously.
He smirked, giving you a nod. "Better meet me later tonight then."
"I'll be more than ready to repay ya by then, so, y'got yourself a deal, Morgan."
He gave you a wink before picking up the reins again to continue the journey back to camp.
You knew you had really gotten yourself into something now.
