Music and wine
Warning. 18+. Mature content. Intoxication (Alcohol). Cheating (Character on secondary character). Friends to lovers. Bottom Arno. Bottom Character. Both Character and Reader have cocks. Sex with plot.
Modern Au
Bottom! Arno Dorian x Top! Male Reader
You didn’t expect to receive a call from your colleague and friend Arno at 6 in the evening, while it was raining cats and dogs outside. Even worse, when it was so close to the celebration for the new year, finishing 2025 and opening 2026, didn’t he say he was going to celebrate with his wife?
He invited you to his apartment, wanting to spend some time with you and maybe share a drink or two. You accepted his invitation, not wanting to be rude, you’ve been friends since university after all. With the best outfit you had in your closet now on you, you made your way to his apartment and at exactly 6pm, you were already knocking on his door. It was strange, in your opinion, that there was barely any sound on the other side of the door, not even a voice speaking. The lock was then heard and the door proceeded to be opened before revealing the french man, owner of the apartment, Arno.
With a wide smile he came to hug you. “Y/n! Mon ami it’s been a while!”
“It has been a while indeed, Arno, how have you been?” you greeted in return as you hugged him back. After a few seconds, he pulled back and moved to a side, inviting you to enter the place.
“Oh it has been going well, not complaining hah.” He closed the door behind you and helped you remove your jacket. “It’s raining quite hard, isn’t that right? Can I offer you a drink? Champagne? Wine? Anything?” Arno’s hospitality was always on point, it was a really nice side of him, including his charisma, good manners, patience and good heart. These were some characteristics that you really liked about him.
"No, no thank you. I, well, I stopped drinking, I want to start New Year with a new purpose." At your words his eyes widened in surprise, before smiling and opening his arms.
"Well, that's great. Good for you, mon ami. Uh, water then? Tea?... Apple juice?"
You laughed under your breath and shook your head. "Water, Arno, water is enough." He nodded before going to the kitchen and disappearing. You removed your shoes and left them on the carpet at the entrance. Your eyes scanned the apartment, most of the decorations were selected by Arno, you knew his taste in the aesthetic level, and well, he did study interior design before.
"Alright. Oh, take a seat Y/n, here, on the couch," you heard Arno say as he came back from the kitchen with one glass of water on one hand and a cup of wine on the other.
Both of you went to the living room and sat down on the couch.He handed you your drink to which you accepted and went back to smiling at you. "So, how's life so far? Anything new? Found a partner or are you expecting one for next year?"
You shrugged, amused. "Eh, there haven't been much changes, and no, still no partner."
Arno took a sip from his wine before going back at you. "Ah, well, hopefully next year. You know, you could come with me one day and I'll introduce you to some friends while we dance salsa." And another sip from his wine.
At first, you didn't notice, but then you realized that the smell of alcohol on Arno was a bit strong. How many drinks did he have so far? Is he drunk? "I, hah, I don't dance, Arno. I don't know how to." His eyes, once again, opened wide in surprise, as if you had revealed a big secret to him.
"You don't know how to dance?" he asked.
"No, well, it's- uh, Arno where's Élise? I haven't seen her since I came." Élise, Arno's wife, was nowhere to be seen. She hasn't appeared since the moment you stepped foot inside the apartment, you didn't even hear her voice.
The French man stood up, his steps a little wobbly now that you were paying more attention. He waved a hand at you telling you to stand up. "We need to fix that issue, how come a man doesn't know how to dance? Ladies love a man that dances."
He grabbed your hand and helped you, or more like forced you, to stand up from the couch as he finished his drink and left the empty cup on the coffee table.
"Wait, wait, I'll go play some music."
"Uh, sure, but Arno, where's Élise?"
Arno made his way to Alexa, went to youtube and put in place a playlist with some jazz music before returning to you. “Oh, Élise, yes Élise! She, she uh, she went to a friend’s house, she’ll come back later.” His answer made you hesitant on whether to believe him or think that, maybe, something happened between them two. He didn’t look at you when he answered, and his words weren’t firm, he was hiding something. “Anyways, let’s start dancing. I’ll show you easy steps so, just follow my lead, alright?” Your hands were taken by his as he brought you closer to him, the proximity made you slightly blush, and you couldn’t know if Arno’s blush was due from the same cause or from the alcohol. Maybe both?
The rhythm of the music was soft and slow, Arno started to take the first steps, his hips swaying. You tried to follow his steps without stepping on him. As to be expected, you were a terrible dancer.
“You weren’t lying when you said you didn’t know how to dance,” joked Arno with a soft laugh. “This will need more wine.” He left to the kitchen and brought an almost-finished bottle of wine, took his empty cup in his hand and served a large amount of wine in it before drinking it quite fast. Alright, you’re concerned already.
“Uh, Arno, I don’t mean to be rude but isn’t that a little bit too much wine? How much did you drink already?” You approached him, wanting to take the bottle off of his hand, but he poured himself the last bit of wine left.
“Uh, it- ‘s not tat much, y’know?” He drank it all again and left the cup on the table a little bit aggressively. “Back t’ the lesson, shall we?” Once again, Arno took your hands on his and brought you, this time, a little bit too close to him. Your bodies were touching, and he was almost all over you. You almost had to hold him, as his steps were now way too messy.
He kept humming the songs that were played while his head rested on your shoulder. “Arno. Arno,” you called him but he just groaned. His arms then wrapped around your waist, and things took another level of weirdness. You pushed him back gently, knowing he was in a vulnerable state and definitely not in a right state of mind. “Arno, you’re not okay, I’ll call Élise.”
As if you mentioned the devil’s name, Arno took a step away from you, staring right at your eyes with a drop of fear in them. “Wait, wait, Y/n, c’est pas nécessaire. You don’t need to call her, she, uhm, she must be busy right now. Let’s not bother her.”
Of course you knew something was fishy, the way his voice was shaking and how his skin turned slightly pale let you know something happened between Arno and Élise. “Arno, did something happen with Élise?”
“Huh? No! Of course not, it’s just, well, you don’t need to worry about her. Things are fine, completely fine, why wouldn’t they be fine?” You raised an eyebrow at him, letting him know that you didn’t believe a single word he said. With a defeated sigh, he lets his weight fall on the couch, his expression changing to a more saddened one. “We had a fight today, and things became complicated. Now, I don’t know, she said she’ll stay over with a friend and… and I feel alone. That’s why I called you…” Tears started to form in the corner of his eyes, and you felt bad, but also didn’t know what to do. Sure, there were some times Arno was depressed and all down, but you never saw him in such a bad state like right now.
You slowly sat down by his side. “Arno, I’m sorry, I- uhm, it must be hard, I know.”
His hand went to massage his temple. “Tell me, Y/n, is it too much asking to feel loved? I thought Élise was the one for me, but things are going… in the opposite direction of what I expected. Ugh, I need more wine for this.” Arno was about to stand up but you reached with your hand for his shoulder and sat him back down.
“You don’t need more wine, you’re already on the edge of being completely drunk. Sigh, it is best if you rest, you need it Arno, for your own good.” You stood up with him and helped him walk to his bedroom.
He was supporting himself on you, his head resting on your shoulder. Your heart was beating so fast, you hoped he wouldn’t notice that.
Arno’s shared bedroom was nicely decorated and quiet, very quiet. You helped him sit down on his bed, and when you were about to take a step away from him, he stopped you by grabbing your wrist. “Wait, please, I… I feel bad for making you come when you probably had other plans for New Year. Let me repay you, we can still do something.”
“Arno, believe me it’s fine. You need to rest, it was a long day for you.”
He tugged on your arm with a pleading look in his eyes. “Please, Y/n, don’t- don’t leave me alone. I really want you here with me, I need you, Y/n.”
“I need you” these words were so dangerous to you when your heart beat so fast the moment you lock eyes with… him.
“Why would you even need me, Arno?”
“Because I love you,” he answered blatantly. It seems his answer also surprised him as much as it surprised you, as he quickly looked away when the words registered in his brain. You didn’t say anything, too shocked to even find the words to say. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came up with me… but it’s true, Y/n. I love you. I love you so much.” Are the effects of the alcohol pushing him to say things like that? You yelped when he started nuzzling your arm. “I loved you for so long…” he mumbled.
With one deep sigh, you tried to push him so he’d lean on the bed, but he brought you down with him. Such action caused you to lose balance and fall on him, accidentally kissing him, but Arno brought you closer and deepened the kiss. This time, instead of pushing away, your body betrayed you, and let things flow smoothly. The kiss was sweet, soft, and it felt nice.
Both of you then pulled back, giving each other enough space to breathe. “Y/n, please, make me feel loved…” he pleaded in a whine. And the look in his eyes made it a challenge for you to refuse it.
Gasps and moans filled the once quiet room as the creaking of the bed accompanied such humanly and lustful sounds.
What was once an innocent kiss turned into something much more hungrier, needier, more sinful. The golden ring of Arno was now somewhere on the floor, perhaps under the bed, away from the eyes of the one that might feel too self-conscious when the action has already started.
Your mouth was all over Arno’s, sucking his swollen lips, his tongue, and swallowing his moans and gasps. His hands were clumsily removing your clothes while yours were working on his pants.
Guilt was somewhere hidden in your brain, this man was married and drunk, and instead of stopping him, you were kissing him back and rutting against his clothed erection. The way his cheeks flushed and his eyes looked at you with desire made it hard for you to step back, instead, your cock just hardened even more under your pants.
“Y/n…,” he gasped as he finally removed your shirt, exposing your worked, sweating chest. You noticed the way he bit his lip before kissing your collarbone and shoulder. His pants came undone and you lowered them down, Arno helped you remove them, and your eyes landed on the semi-hard, uncut cock of his that was already leaking like a broken faucet.
You cursed under your breath, and with a trembling hand you took his cock and gave it some slow pumps.
Arno hissed at the foreign contact. “A-ah…” His cock throbbed and leaked some more on your hand. He wasn’t that big, more like average with a soft red tip.
“Fuck.. Arno, you…” Words weren’t forming in your head for you to say, there was a storm of emotions and thoughts swimming around that wouldn’t let you focus. Your body moved on its own, getting in position between his legs, your eyes at the level of his cock, you moved closer and kissed the tip of his cock.
“Ah- Y-Y/n…” No words came out from your mouth, too busy giving attention to his cock that was throbbing and growing harder in your hand. Your teeth pulled gently on the foreskin, and Arno was observing attentively every action with red cheeks full of embarrassment. “Do-Don’t play with tha-aaah…” The foreskin was slowly pulled down, revealing his tip and a bead of pre-cum threatening to spill. The sight made you hungry, and without wasting another second, you took his cock down your throat. “Fuuuu-nghhh…” Arno’s breathing quickened, his chest rose up and down so fast. He closed his eyes shut, feeling your warm mouth wrap his cock and your wet tongue running down his length, this was dangerous. Arno was too sensitive.
Without mercy for his soft whimpers, you sucked hard on him. “A-AH!” Arno yelped.
“Hmmm,” you hummed, the taste was slightly salty with all the pre-cum invading your mouth. “Slurp,” Arno was shaking, his thighs quivering, threatening to close around your head. Thing that wouldn’t be a problem for you, that man had some thighs, you’d gladly let him crush you between them thighs.
You noticed that he wasn’t moaning anymore, they were muffled. Your eyes rose up and there he was, with a hand on his mouth as tears threatened to spill down his red cheeks. For a moment, worry spiked in you, so you pulled back.
“I- Arno I’m sorry.”
A loud whine made you short circuit. Arno’s hand moved to take a fist on the sheets of the bed. “Don’t stop!” Your eyes went back on his cock, now fully hard, throbbing angrily on the long haired man’s lower abdomen. “Don’t stop, please Y/n. I’m sorry, but please ju-” He yelped when two hands pulled his legs up against his chest. Two fingers of yours pressed against his lips and he opened mouth, letting you push them inside as he started to suck them.
His eyes never left yours, his tongue danced between your fingers. His hand grabbed yours and encouraged you to push them further. The temptation of pulling your fingers out and replacing them with your cock was ringing a bell inside your head.
Arno slowly pulled your hand back and kissed the inside of your wrist. In a soft whisper, he said, “Please, go ahead.” He guided your hand down his chest, then to his abdomen, between his legs and finally, he stopped your fingers close to his plump hole that was clenching in anticipation.
You swallowed hard. Your fingers rubbed the ring of muscles and Arno’s breathing hitched at the foreign contact. With your free arm, you tried your best to keep Arno’s legs on his chest while you stimulated his hole.
“Haa.. haa… Y/n just- Agh… Just put them in already, it’s not fair!” complained Arno, already growing frustrated. He didn’t like being teased, he didn’t like to wait for something he’s been craving for so long. On any other occasion, you would have left him waiting some more, because you hated being pushed to do something so fast when you just wanted to enjoy, but for tonight, you’ll have mercy on him.
One finger of yours started to open him, pushing in past the tight ring of muscles slowly.
“Arno, I need you to relax, please,” you said calmly. Arno’s lips quivered in a dirty pout as he nodded eagerly, doing his best to relax. You kept pushing your finger in slowly, till it was halfway in. You stretched him slowly before keeping pushing your finger until it was fully buried in.
Arno’s eyes were glassy, panting heavily and clenching around your finger like there was no tomorrow. You could see the desperation in his eyes, the way his pupils were wide in that pool of chocolate that were called iris. They were screaming;
"Fuck me!”
You pushed your second finger in.
“Aah! Ah! Merde!” Arno’s cock throbbed and the pre-cum leaking on his abs was already making a pool on it.
“Shit, Arno! You’re tightening too hard…” you groaned, trying to scissor him and stretch him wider, wanting to prepare him for your neglected cock that wanted to have fun already.
After some few more minutes of stretching and heavy whimpers from a desperate drunk, broken man, you pulled your fingers out and some strings of fluids mixed with saliva connected you with the now stretched butt hole. You opened the zip of your pants and lowered them down enough for your hard, needy, leaking cock to jump out of its confines. Arno’s eyes were glued on it, fear, excitement, and hunger mixed all in his mushy brain soon to become a puddle of pure nothingness.
You spat on the palm of your hand and started to jerk off your own cock with it, lubing it with your saliva and pre-cum, readying it for you to push it inside Arno. Once ready, you lined yourself with his entrance and slowly started to push in while your hands caressed Arno's trembling thighs firmly.
“Nghh… aaah, ah, Y/nnn…” His whines have increased in volume and the grip of his on the bedsheets became tighter, threatening to rip the material open.
“Haaa, Arno… haaa please, relax yourself some more… ‘s too tight…” you panted, the pressure was just… too much. It could blow your mind. So hot, so warm, so wet, so tight, so everything. Fuck you never felt something like this before in all of your damn homosexual years. Fucking your friend was surely an experience.
“‘m sorry, ‘m sorry… hic… you’re just, ungh.. so big…” Tears were rolling down his cheeks by now, wetting his beautiful flushed cheeks as he kept blabbering so prettily.
Your hips kept pushing inside slowly, not wanting to hurt him. This moment was supposed to be pleasurable for you, but especially for him as well. Your cock was halfway in, and you started giving small thrusts inside him.
“Ah, ah, ah…” Arno moaned lowly, feeling your cock inside him move slowly pushing him to an unknown point of pure pleasure. He never had sex with a man before, is this how it felt? It felt so good.
Your lips then kissed his forehead, then the bridge of his nose, his wet cheeks, and finally his soft lips.
Yes, it felt so good. This is what Arno needed, a man to take care of him and show him affection.
Another soft thrust, this time going deeper, made Arno come back to reality as his head pushed back and his mouth opened wide. Was he always that sensitive? He won’t be able to endure for much longer if that’s the case, if things keep going the way they’re going.
“You’re so tight Arno,” you said in a low voice. Arno noticed that deep, lustful look in your eyes. Your pupils were wide as well. There was lust, but there was also love in them, with a caring touch. Arno couldn’t help but blush anymore, he wanted you to keep looking at him that way. Your gaze felt like a soft caress on his cold skin. “It feels so good, too good… I apologize in advance, if I ever go too rough on you…”
“Break me.”
Your eyebrows raised in surprise.
“W-what?”
“Break me,” he repeated. “And then put back the pieces together. Make me feel reborn, Y/n.” Arno started to move his hips against yours, making your cock push deeper inside him. You groaned, your cock throbbed inside him, happy to have some real action now.
Your hands went on each side of Arno, supporting yourself on the bed as you increased the pace of your thrusts inside him. Moans became louder, the skin got even wetter with sweat, and the air in the room got hotter. Your cock now going all in, was able to hit that special spot that made Arno see stars, planets and even moons if we include the ones of Jupiter. Galaxies were presented to him as he surrendered his body to the pleasure.
“Y/n! Y/n! Y-nghhh aaah! haaa haa!” His hands released the sheets and went to grab your back, his nails digging in your skin as he tried to hold his sanity by a thread.
“Arno, fuck Arnooo…” He was clenching so deliciously around you, driving you crazy in pleasure. And his moans were so delightful for your ears, it pushed you to go faster inside him.
Words started to sound more incoherent, like a blabber of pure nonsense as Arno kept begging, crying and moaning for more.
“‘Guuhhhh Y/nnnghh…!”
The slapping of wet skins and the creaking of the poor bed resonated through the walls, witnesses of your sinful action.
He has a wife, Y/n. He’s married.
The voice in your head spoke.
And yet, why do I feel the need to protect him? To take care of him and drown him in love?
You kissed his tears away and locked your eyes on his watery eyes.
“I can love you better than she can, Arno,” you stated abruptly. “I can take care of you, and love you better than no one else.” His wide eyes blinked in surprise, he was left speechless. You didn’t know what came up to you for you to say such words, but you knew your feelings were true in these words.
You kissed him on the lips, hard and deep as you kept moving your hips inside him. Your hands now traveled on his body before taking with one hand his hard cock, jerking it off at the rhythm of your thrusts.
“Hmmph.. hmm…” Arno moaned in the kiss.
His body tensed, and his hole clenched impossibly tighter around you, which could only mean one thing; he’s close.
It was now that you took your rhythm to another level, now truly fucking him wildly.
“Aaah!”
His nails dug deeper in your skin and you could feel some blood starting to come out, but you couldn’t care less, the fuck you were having was the best. Arno sobbed with each thrust you gave, blabbering about how close he was, how he was gonna explode and die. Élise never brought him this close to cloud 9, so you had the honor to be the first one to bring him there.
Then his moans came to a stop, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. His body trembled, and cum started to spurt out of his cock, making a mess on himself and on you. You didn’t take long on cumming as well, it was too much by now, and your balls gave up as they pushed loads of cum through the length of your cock till it came out and filled Arno’s insides to the very brim.
“A-agh…” Arno quivered less frequently now.
“Haaa…” And you panted, trying to hold yourself from collapsing on top of Anro.
You kneeled, sitting on your heels, and slowly pulled out your softening cock from Arno’s wrecked hole. His body collapsed on the mattress as he tried to regain some oxygen in his tired lungs.
“Fuck…” you cursed under your breath as you stood up from bed and made your way to the bathroom in the room. You shortly came back with a wet towel and started cleaning the sweat and cum from Arno’s body. “You did very well, Arno, very, very good.” He only hummed in response, his eyelids feeling heavy all of the sudden. “Want something to drink?”
“Wine… and put on some music please,” he whined tiredly.
Yeah, no.
“Water it is then.” You took your phone and started on a cool jazz playlist on Youtube before leaving it on the nightstand. With one last check over Arno, making sure he was alright, you left the room and went to the kitchen.
Meanwhile Arno was lost in his thoughts. He glanced over at the floor where his wedding ring laid, neglected for a while now, then he looked at the door where you exited the room.
“Humm…”
A divorce didn’t sound so bad right now.
12:00 AM, he checked on the clock.
Oh well, happy new year, what a great way to start 2026.
I know some of you folks are more of Arno enjoyers instead of Bucky enjoyers and I haven't been feeding you well.
Here, have some delicious smut with my first deep fictional crush that introduced me to this unhealthy obsession I have for men with long hair.
