୨ৎ Summary: Arthur has imagined being with you plenty of times, but he's never been able to capture - or even imagine - this feeling.
୨ৎ Notes: just a short first time fic that cuts straight to the chase without plot. I do have a sort of 'fix-it fic' for Arthur in the works, but for now, I hope this is something...
୨ৎ Warnings: nsfw, first time, kinda premature ejaculation, cream pie, Arthur questioning reality, Arthur crying, fluff
Arthur shuddered as you guided him inside, then at the fingers raking across his back as you adjusted to his size.
He didn’t move right away; his eyes slipped shut while he basked in the feeling of you wrapped snug around his length, and you had no intention of hurrying. It felt like he was made to fit you, and you could bask in him just as long as he could in you. You could get lost in one another.
You watched his brow furrow then, and whispered his name to bring him back to you. Slowly, he blinked his eyes open to gaze down at you with all the adoration in the world.
‘Is this real?’ he breathed, emerald eyes burning into yours.
You brought a hand to his face, your gentle palm pressing to his cheek. ‘It’s real, Arthur,’ you reassured softly.
He huffed an incredulous laugh, his gorgeous smile broadening.
‘It’s okay,’ you smiled back, ‘you can move when you’re ready.’
A flash of realisation sparked behind his eyes — ‘R-right, of course-’ — and he rolled his hips once, slow and soft.
You moaned quietly, arching your back to meet his careful thrust.
Eager to hear you again, he replicated the movement.
And again. And again.
Before long, with the way he was dragging so perfectly over that spot inside that made your toes curl, your nails were cutting into his shoulders. He didn’t care one bit; your nails leaving a mark was actually kind of exciting, and Arthur would take all the pain in the world if it meant he could feel you like this, see your blissful face, hear you moan for him. God, it was intoxicating.
‘You f-feel so- ah!- so good-’ he groaned, trying to keep composure in his voice but not really managing it, ‘so wet for me, s-so-ohh nnnhh-’
You cried his name and his hips snapped faster.
‘I- I can’t l-last-’ he stuttered, voice cracking with the multitude of sensations spreading like the most delicious poison through his body.
‘Let go,’ you panted, and Arthur growled, low, under his breath.
His head dropped to yours and his chest heaved as he stilled with one final thrust.
He could feel every clench of your walls around him, his own climax, spilling thick and fast. Arthur practically blacked out being able to actually feel that he’d tipped you over the edge with him.
Weak with pleasure, he collapsed onto you and you held him close, fingers trailing soothingly up and down his back as you felt him twitch with aftershocks inside you, his seed dripping out, hot, onto your thigh.
As his vision cleared of stars, he rolled off, groaning at the sudden lack of you. He didn’t feel the loss for long, though, as you quickly snuggled into his side and placed a gentle kiss to his face.
Arthur’s cheek was damp, and pulling back you saw he’d squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lips together, a single tear having trickled down his cheek.
You lightly wiped it away with your thumb and turned his face to yours. ‘Arthur, what is it?’
‘You said this was real,’ he said, voice shaky as he held back a sob.
‘It is, see?’ You brought his hand up to your chest and helped him feel your heart beating, bursting just for him. ‘Don’t you feel good?’
Hesitantly, he nodded, focussing on the slowing rhythm of your heart.
‘I feel good when I fantasize being with you,’ he admitted quietly, ‘but I’ve never felt so… so-’
‘Safe?’ you suggested, and he nodded again, another tear spilling down his face as his lips curled into that beautiful smile.
