scaryboyfriendstuff
Hi! Merry Christmas Twola!
This is my first time participating in a gift exchange! I hope you like it!!
18+ Warning!! Smut!!
@twola @rdrevents
The first thing you notice is the silence.
Not the peaceful, warm Christmas silence that makes you relaxed, but rather the kind that presses against your ears until you’re suddenly aware of every breath you take, every step you make, and who's around you. Saint Denis had always been beautiful; every season and holiday got their appreciation from the masses. Christmas, more so than the others, as expected. Despite the bustling city, venturing further out, past the bridge, and slowly into the swamp, it was always quiet at night, but this time it felt wrong. Heavy. Like the air itself was holding still, waiting.
You tighten your grip around your presents and Arthur's winter jacket that he had given you. He told you it'd do you more good than him, and he already had one. You would've believed him had he not slightly fumbled his words and given you such a loving gaze while he explained. Thinking back on this memory slightly distracted you as you kept walking, now calling out for your horse.
However, there was no reply yet. You did leave your horse a little further than you'd like, since the law was always on high alert this time of year due to the influx of people. Arthur had told you not to come alone. That, unfortunately, was the problem. You hadn’t planned to be alone. The shopping time had been planned for early evening, a neutral ground that was public enough. But the public had turned into a quiet swamp, and early evening had slipped into night while you walked.
Arthur had been tense all day. Quiet in that way that meant something was wrong, but he wasn’t ready to say it out loud. He’d kissed your forehead before leaving, hands warm and steady on your shoulders.
Stay home, he’d said.
You hadn’t listened.
A mistake, you realize, when footsteps echo behind you. They’re slow and deliberate; they weren't trying to hide. You stopped, you knew how to fight, and you knew how to swim. You felt around for your gun, mentally cursing when you realized you had left it on your horse, but you still had your knife, now in hand. Then, the footsteps stop too. Your pulse thunders in your ears.
“Well,” a voice says pleasantly from the darkness, “you don’t look like you belong out here.”
You turn. Three men step into the glow of a flickering streetlight. They’re dressed casually like drunkards. Relaxed in the way people are when they know they have the upper hand. Your stomach drops.
“I’m just leaving,” you say, forcing calm into your voice.
One of them smiles, wide and humorless. “Funny. We were just about to ask you something.”
You don’t respond.
Another man tilts his head, studying you. “You here alone?”
You hesitate.
That’s all it takes.
The first man chuckles. “So… where’s your scary boyfriend?”
Your heart stutters, wishing he were there.
You lift your chin. “Probably off doing scary boyfriend things.”
The men laugh.
“Yeah?” the third one says. “Because from where I’m standing, he’s not here.”
"Because I'm here." Arthur's deep, rough voice cuts through the tension as his fists collide with one of their heads. The man was knocked unconscious, and the two others staggered away, one ready to fight, the other ready to run, picking up his friend.
"And I assure you, either of you, if you want to live, do not test me. That is my woman you were talking to." That was all it took to bring them back down.
He then faces you, a stern look on his face, like he was about to tell you off.
"And you, miss, what were you thinking?" He closed the distance, now looking down at you. "To be out here, at this hour?" He was now in your face.
"Thank God I found ya'. That Sadie told me where ya went runnin' off to."
You had your back to the wall of the bridge. Gaze low, heat rushing to your cheeks. Fingers twiddling with your bag.
He grabbed your face, moving it to look up at him. He tutted.
"What am I goin' to do with you?" He asked himself.
"I just wanted to get everyone something for Christmas! I was fine, see, my horse was close, and I had my knife." You explained, trying to gesture to everything.
"I know you know how to fight, sweetheart, that just doesn't stop a man from gaining some grey hairs in the process." He smiled and gave you a kiss.
"I think you need to be punished, that wasn't a very nice thing ya did, ya didn't listen to me. D'ya wanna be on the naughty list, sweetheart?" His voice dropped, and his accent grew thicker. Your thighs instinctively pressed together as you knew where this was going.
"No, sir. I'm nice. I want to be on the nice list."
"Atta girl, you'll haveta work for it."
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He loved this. The look of pure bliss and pleasure that was painted on your features. It was perfect, he thought, the greatest gift he could ask for as he watched you closely. Arthur steadily started bucking back into you. You whined at the feeling. You were still very sensitive from your previous orgasm, but right now you were focused on getting Arthur off.
"Cmon, girl, I know you can handle it, this is a punishment after all." He said, hand wrapping around your throat as you continue to ride him while he fucked into you. You came more times than you can remember. He shamelessly stared at you, eyes clouded with raw passion, reaching up to kiss everywhere his mouth could reach. His mind could only focus on you. The way your breasts bounced with every thrust of his hips, your sexy moans, the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing like a vice.
You bit your lip, and you tried your best not to be super loud as he pounded into you. However, whimpers still escaped, and he loved it. It was so good. You knew you would have lasting bruises and a sore ache that would be on your mind tomorrow.
"You love your scary boyfriend, huh?" He let out a low chuckle. You nodded and smiled shyly.
"My boyfriend treats me nicely but fucks me meanly." You managed to mewl out.
You placed your palms flat against his chest, using him for support.
"He sounds like quite the gentleman."
"He sure is."
He stretched you so well, your walls already white from his previous orgasms. The sight of him, sex-drunk below you, kept you horny and needy. Arthur was away for days at a time, hunting for the camp, doing whatever anyone asked him to do, trying to keep the camp afloat in this harsh winter. You wanted to appreciate him badly, it was so sexy how manly and reliable your man was. Your slick and his cum coated his cock, creating a ring of white at his base. Your clit was swollen and aching, begging for more. You rolled your hips against his, and you could tell Arthur was trying not to cum into you.
“Shit, you’re still so tight.” He moved his hands to grab a fistful of hair from the back of your neck to pull you in to a heated kiss, focusing on trying not to cum again.
“Arthur.” You mewled as you pressed your hips down flush with his, feeling the friction on your clit, and had your eyes rolled back.
Arthur's free hand dropped to play with your clit, pressing circles into you,
“Fuck me, Arthur.” You pleaded, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“How bad d'ya want it?”
He wanted you to tell him how good he made you feel. That you want and need him. That you only want and need him.
“I need it, Arthur.” You whined. “I need your cum, please give it to me. Please cum in me one more time. I'm good, please, please.”
He smiled and kissed you deeply once again. He finally wrapped his arms around your shoulders, held you close, and fucked you.
“Arthur!”
“Takin’ my cock so well, huh, girl?” He groaned and bit your shoulder.
“Yes, wanna be good for you!”
His thumb on your clit made your eyes roll all the way back as you cum again, clamping down onto him.
“F-fuck.” A long growl was let out.
“You gunna cum for me, cowboy?”
He moaned at your sweet voice and dirty words. His cock pulsing inside you, signaling for his next orgasm. His whole body tensed, holding onto you tightly and closely. Arthur thrusted his hips up into you one last time before spilling every last drop into you. He pulled you in for another kiss, this time a sweet one.
"Congratulations on making the nice list, sweetheart."