Can I request a fluff with ArthurTV, where he and the reader (y/n pov) has a baby togheter (boy/girl you can decide).
Inspired by this photo of Danny Aarons. Something like Arthur is filming a reaction video with the boys, and the reader comes in with the baby because she need to do something (you can decide).
So she asks if he can look after the baby, all the boys thinks its so cute and talks to the baby. And Arthur is a super cute dad just pure fluff. Maybe if you want you can write also how the fans react after the videos is uploaded. 🙏🤭 Hope you understand and its not to confusing.
Hii, thank you so much for this super cute request omg! I hope you like it 😭💕
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The Cutest Interruption
Summary: Arthur is filming a chaotic reaction video with George Clarke, Cam Kirkham, and Italian Bach when you quietly knock on his home office door. Your baby girl refuses to settle unless she’s held, and you need both hands to make her bottle. Arthur takes her instantly, right on camera, slipping into soft, melty dad mode with zero hesitation. The boys crumble, the internet melts, and the surprise baby cameo becomes everyone’s favourite moment.
Warning: so much fluff, soft dad!arthur, baby cameo, just George, Cam and Isaac losing their minds
Word count: 890 🌸
Arthur’s home office door is cracked open just enough for you to hear the chaos happening inside — the familiar mess of George yelling, Cam cackling, and Isaac arguing dramatically in the background of whatever they’re reacting to.
Your daughter squirms in your arms, her soft little whine building in her chest. She’s fighting sleep like it’s her sworn enemy, clinging to your shirt with her tiny fist. You need both hands to make her bottle, but she refuses to be put down without sounding like she’s auditioning for a dramatic role.
You take a breath, shift her weight, and knock softly on the office door.
Instant hush inside.
Arthur’s voice comes, warm and cheerful:
“Come in!”
You open the door slowly.
Arthur’s back is to you at first, his headset slightly crooked, hair tousled from where your daughter tugged on it earlier. His monitor shows the three boys on Discord in their little squares, George leaning forward, Cam in some weird angle, Isaac gesturing wildly about something.
Arthur turns, sees you, and then sees her.
His whole face melts.
“Hellooo, my girls,” he says in a voice so soft it almost sounds like someone else.
George immediately presses his face close to his webcam.
“Oh my goodness, look at her.”
Cam gasps like he’s witnessing a rare Pokémon.
“She’s AWAKE? This is huge.”
Issac waves frantically.
“It’s a baby!”
Your daughter looks at them like they’re the ceiling fan, mildly interesting, but not important enough to stay awake for.
You laugh.
“Sorry to interrupt, she won’t let me put her down and I need to get her bottle sorted. Can you take her for a minute?”
Arthur is already standing.
Like he genuinely teleports.
“Course, babe. Come here, sweetheart,” he murmurs, arms open, eyes shining.
The second she’s in his arms, she melts against his chest like she belongs exactly there. Arthur kisses the side of her head. Then again. And again. Because he can.
“Were you being dramatic for mummy, hmm?” he whispers. “Yeah, thought so.”
George slaps his desk.
“STOP. That dad voice is illegal.”
Cam giggles.
“He’s gone. Fully dad-mode activated.”
Isaac: “Someone record this for evidence.”
Arthur sits back down, balancing her effortlessly with one arm while turning back toward the monitor. She clutches his shirt in her tiny hand and settles like he’s her personal lullaby machine.
“Right lads,” Arthur says, bouncing her lightly, “we’ll keep going. She’s reacting too.”
Your daughter lets out a tiny squeak, not quite a cry, just a sleepy complaint.
Isaac gasps.
“She has spoken.”
George wipes a fake tear.
“Her debut in the reaction industry.”
Arthur kisses the top of her head and shakes his head at the boys.
“She’s just telling you she prefers Uncle Cam.”
Cam places a dramatic hand on his heart.
“She WHAT? I— I’m honoured.”
You stand there for a moment, watching your boyfriend, headphones on, friends laughing in little squares on the screen, your baby fastened securely to his chest, and your heart warms so deeply you swear you could melt into the carpet.
When you come back with the bottle ready, the room is shockingly quiet.
Your daughter is fast asleep on Arthur’s chest, her cheek squished adorably against him, her little fist still gripping his shirt like she never wants to let go.
The boys are whispering.
Actually whispering.
George: “Guys I’m gonna cry.”
Cam: “Why is this so emotional?”
Isaac: “This is cinema.”
Arthur looks up at you with the softest smile you’ve ever seen.
“She’s out,” he whispers.
He runs one gentle fingertip along her back, careful not to wake her.
You take her from him, and she stirs only slightly before settling back into your arms.
“Thanks, babe,” you whisper.
He squeezes your waist lightly before turning back to his screen.
“Alright boys—” Arthur says quietly, clearing his throat,
“Where were we?”
Cam fans himself.
“Being destroyed emotionally, apparently.”
George nods.
“I need a minute.”
Isaac wipes his eyes.
“I am not okay.”
comments 💬
user1: THE BABY CAMEO OH MY GOD I WASN’T READY 😭
user2: Arthur in dad mode is something spiritual
user3: The way she instantly calmed when he held her?? My ovaries
user4: Bach gasping every 10 seconds is peak comedy 🤣
user5: George whispering because she fell asleep… this whole group needs therapy
user6: Cam being personally attacked that she likes him is SO on brand
user7: Arthur bouncing her while reacting— he’s such a natural dad I’m crying 😭
user8: YN showing up like a beautiful side quest 💗
user9: Petition for BabyTV episodes weekly please
user10: Her little hand gripping Arthur’s shirt… end me 😭
description: doing the "i saw your friend on tinder" prank on your boyfriend.
pairing: harry lewis (w2s) x fem!reader; george clarke x fem!reader; arthur frederick (arthut tv) x fem!reader; chris dixon (chrismd) x fem!reader
genre: fluff/crack
harry lewis
you and harry were lounging on the couch, your phone pointed towards him already recording. you gasp capturing his attention. "oh my god." you say dramatically.
"what? what?" he says, sootching slightly closer, his eyes filled with curiosity.
you put on the most serious face and say, "ethan's on tinder."
"what?!" he asks, geniunely shocked and completely believing you. "what the fuck is he doing on there? he's got a wife and a child, this is outrageous." he continues, actually fuming.
"yeah, how can people in relationships be on tinder? i hate cheaters." you add, trying your hardest not to break into a laugh.
it takes him a good two minutes before he slowly looks up at you again. "wait. a. minute." he says slowly, "how do you know that? what are you doing on tinder?"
"took you long enough, genius." you say, rolling your eyes.
"wait is it one of your pranks again?" he works it out. "i just don't believe you'd cheat on me."
"cocky bastard." you say, laughing.
"you love me." he says, grinning.
george clarke
george is scrolling trough his phone when you start recording. "oh my god." you gasp.
"what?" he asks looking up from his phone.
"bach is on tinder!" you say, your jaw dropped.
"what?" he asks, his eyebrows knitting together before relaxing again. "is this is stupid trend where you pretend to be on a date app?"
"fuck you, george, how do you get it everytime?" you say, annoyed at him.
"it's not that easy to prank me." he gives you a cocky grinning.
"i will get him one day." you mutter under your breath.
arthur fredrick
arthur is eating his breakfast, still sleepy, you start recording and say "oh my god." he looks up at you and raise an eyebrow. "bach is on tinder."
"no way." he says, abandoning his breakfast. "you are joking."
"no i am not, i literally just saw him on tinder." you push.
"that's crazy, we must tell liv." he says. "i am so disappointed in him." he frowns and returns back to his breakfast. "okay, how will we tell her? i am thinking we should let her know gently-"
"arthur, i saw him a tinder." you say again, emphasising on 'i'.
"yeah, i know, i am saying we must tell liv, she doesn't deserve this betrayal." arthur says, still completely oblivious.
"arthur, that would mean i am on tinder." you say, completely losing patience.
"oh my god. what are you doing on there?!" he exclaims, "this is way too much information for 8 in the morning."
"arthur it's a prank." you say, playfully rolling your eyes.
"oh so bach is not cheating on liv. thank god my parents are not divorcing." he sighs in relief.
chris dixon
"oh my god, chris!" you exclaim, grabbing his attention. "guess what?"
"what?" he says, his eyes wide.
"bach is on tinder." you say.
"what?" he asks shocked. "why is he on tinder?!" you can see light goes off in his head before he asks "what are you doing on tinder?", sounding slightly upset.
"huh?" you say, playing dumb.
"you said you saw bach on tinder, what are you doing on tinder?" he asks, his tone serious. you can't hold it in anymore and start laughing. "oh it's one of your stupid pranks, isn't it?" he sighs in relief, you laugh even harder. "haha, you got me." he says, dryly, making you laugh louder. "okay enough." he says, now laughing himself.
summary: your give your boyfriend a little reward after he preformed so well at the charity match.
content: smut 18+, unprotected pinv, sex tape, multiple rounds, thigh riding, face slapping, spanking, hair pulling, just general degeneracy.
note: arthur did so well in the charity match i'm so proud of him. this is suuuuuper freaked out, hope you guys enjoy.
“so, you gonna win this afternoon?” you say, looking over at arthur.
“i don’t know.” he looks a bit nervous.
“come on sweetheart, you’re going to do fine.” you reassure him, doing your makeup in the mirror.
“if you say so,” he scratches the back of his neck.
“so, what do you want if you win?” you raise your eyebrows at him, making eye contact with his reflection.
“what are you offering?” he looks at you.
“hmm, i’ll let you make a tape.” you suggest. arthur had been wanting to film you together for a while.
you didn’t know if it was a good idea, but you trusted him, and he deserved some sort of reward if he did well.
“really?” his eyes light up. “what if i score?” he walks up behind you, hands on your waist, kissing your neck.
“how about this, if you do something that impresses me, and your fotmob score is above 8.5, you can do what ever you want, and film it.”
“mmm i like that.” he purrs against your neck, still kissing you.
“we don’t have time for a quickie.” you say, putting the final touches on your face. “you’re getting picked up any minute.”
you still had to get dressed, but you could do that after arthur left.
“i can be done in quicker than a minute.” arthur laughs. he grinds his crotch up against your ass.
“ha ha ha. i’m serious. get your stuff together.” but you don’t move away, his hands still caressing your waist.
“just bend over the counter for me.” his hands move to untie your bathrobe
you and arthur fucked like rabbits. as much as the other guys dogged on him for being old, he had the libido of a 16 year old boy.
“mmm arthur, you gotta go.” you lean into his touch, letting him drop your robe to the floor, leaving you bare, the cool air kissing your skin.
he starts to caress your breasts. looking at your body in the mirror.
“tell me to stop.” he says, making eye contact with you.
you say nothing and just put your ass up in the air, bending over the counter.
“fuck.” he groans, starting to drop his shorts.
just then his phone rings, linger by the cranberries playing out.
“shit.” he says before picking up the phone.
“yeah. alright. be down soon.” is all you hear, looking at him in the mirror.
“i’ve gotta go love.” he shakes his head, adjusting the bulge in his pants.
“i told you so.” you shake your head, following him out of the bathroom into the main part of the hotel room.
you sift through your suitcase, looking for your outfit.
arthur takes his bag, already in his kit.
he looked so good in that uniform. you were so proud of him.
“good luck.” you smile at him.
“i’ll see you after the match.” arthur makes sure you’re out of view of the door before opening it, leaving you alone.
you wanted to drag him back into your hotel room and finish what you started, but his boys needed him.
you were sure you’d get your fair share later.
you finish getting ready and meet up with liv and yasmin to go to the match together.
you were sitting together even if your boyfriends were on different teams.
you were happy to spend time with them, liv especially was always such a good time.
you found your seats, with a decent view of the pitch. you took some time to take some pictures together.
you had matching jerseys with the boys numbers on them.
it was fun to cosplay at a wag for the day, pretending like your boyfriend was a real football player.
the match was more than entertaining. arthur ended up with three assists, leaving you beaming with pride.
bach had also scored two goals, eliciting an amazing reaction from liv.
once the game had ended, you were taken to watch the boys receive their medals.
arthur looked so adorable, smiling up at you as he got his medal around his neck.
they may not have won the match, but arthur certainly had impressed you with his playing.
he also had ended up highly rated, sitting at an amazing 9.4. he was certainly your man (of the match.)
you took a picture of him, smiling down as he started to move through the stands.
your boyfriend had just played at wembley. you almost couldn’t believe it.
you watch as yasmin and liv take pictures of george and bach getting their medals.
eventually they lift up to trophy together, the crowd losing its mind.
you couldn’t believe how much money they had raised for charity. it made you so pleased that arthur was a part of it.
after the boys hold up the trophy, you and the other friends and family members were taken down to pitch.
you got lots of photos of the boys together, especially chris and arthur.
eventually everything was winding down and the boys started getting ready to leave in the dressing rooms.
arthur was off talking to someone and you were left alone with chris.
“i’m so proud of him y’know.” you say to chris. “he was so worried about this game, and how he would look.”
“i know, but he played amazingly.” chris nods at you, looking over at arthur.
“he was so selfless. my sweet boy.” you’re blushing, so happy for him.
“that’s just going to make the girls love him more.” chris cackles like he does.
“as they should. i’m excepting more edits of him now.” you laugh.
sometimes you liked watching edits of him. he always looked so good.
“you should say that on your story or something.” chris responds, still laughing.
“hmm. maybe i will.” you smirk, pulling your phone out.
you open up instagram and start to make a new story.
you pick one of the photos you took of arthur when he received his medal.
you pick the song “father figure” by george michael and add the caption “expecting more edits asap.”
you show chris what you’ve cooked up and he starts laughing again, hitting the post button.
“what are you too laughing about?” arthur asks, coming up to you after he’s done with his interview.
you show him your story, a smile playing up on your lips.
“ha ha ha.” he says, rolling his eyes.
“oh tiktok is going to go mental for this.” you say, shoving your phone back into your pocket.
“let’s go back to the hotel. you have some promises to fulfil.” arthur says, taking you away from chris. there’s the unmistakable look of lust in his eyes.
“sorry, you’re not a winner.” you respond, giggling.
“no no no. the other one.” he smirks at you.
“why do you think you’ve impressed me?” you raise your eyebrows at him.
“i know that look in your eyes.” he responds.
the two of you leave wembley together, arthur saying goodbye to everyone he sees.
you get a car back to the hotel and arthur can’t take his eyes off of you in the back seat.
he loved seeing you wear his number on your back.
he would get you to keep it on the whole night if he didn’t love your naked body even more.
“thanks mate.” he says, as you arrive at the hotel.
there’s two of you leave the car, heading inside for the elevator.
as soon as the doors close he starts to kiss your neck.
“been thinking about what i want to do to you all game.” he groans in your ear.
“gonna need you to take care of me.” he says as the elevator door opens.
you walk out together, walking towards your room.
he wastes no time undressing you as soon as the door clicks shut.
“wanna continue where we left off this morning.” he says, pushing you into the bathroom.
you slot your lips against his, kissing him as he guides you into the bathroom.
he drops your jeans to the floor, your panties following.
his kit comes up over his head, his body looked amazing. so good you had to stare at him in the reflection.
you bit your lip, slowly bending over the counter, ass in the air.
“shit.” arthur says, shrugging his shorts and boxers off in one go.
he lines up behind you, desperate to push into you.
his fingers dig into your hips, trying to ground you.
his tip nudges up against your entrance. you weren’t as wet as he wanted you to be, but he couldn’t wait any longer.
he pushed into you, inch by inch.
the stretch was so delicious, you let out a low moan at the contact.
“you’ve been waiting for this all match, huh baby?” arthur groans as he gets fully inside of you.
he takes his time as he pulls out again, leaving it so just the tip is inside of you.
without warning he slams back into you, pushing you into the counter.
his hands grasp you so tightly you think there might be bruising tomorrow.
he fucks you swiftly, moving in and out of you as fast as he can.
he can’t stand to make it last. he needed to cum inside of you as soon as possible.
he could take his time later, but now he needed to mark you. he couldn’t wait.
“fuck arthur.” you whine as he hits your g spot over an over again.
arthur fists your hair, pulling you up off the counter. “look at yourself.” he says. “watch as i fill you up.”
you gasp as you feel him start to convulse, emptying himself inside of you.
“arthur.” you whimper as he pulls out watching as his cum starts to drip down your leg.
“we’re just getting started.” he says as you look up at him with wide eyes.
“you promised i could film you.” he says before grabbing your waist, taking you into the bedroom.
he throws you onto the bed, leaving to go get his phone.
by the time he sets it up he’s at full mast again, ready to go again.
“are you gonna be a brat? or are you gonna do what i ask?” arthur says, staring a video before moving over to you.
“depends what you ask.” you smirk at him.
it’s like the camera isn’t even there.
“i want you to ride my thigh.” he says before sitting down on the bed next to you.
“really?” you’re a but taken off guard, but you climb in top of him nonetheless, sitting on one of his toned legs.
“what you to appreciate the legs that put goals in the net today.” he said, grabbing your hips.
“should i call chris then?” you say, smirking at him.
he slaps the smile off your face.
“don’t test me.” he says, taking your chin in his hand.
you jut your bottom lip out.
“go on. fuck yourself on my leg.” he continues, hand leaving your chin to grab your waist again.
you roll your hips experimentally.
the friction felt good so you kept going, getting yourself off in arthur’s thigh.
one of his hands moves up your back, before grabbing the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss.
you continue to grind against him, coating his thigh in a combination of your slick and his cum.
his long leg hair teases your clit, as you push down, desperate for pressure.
“that’s it. finish on my leg sweetheart.” arthur gropes your breasts, mostly for his own enjoyment.
but he brushes his thumbs over your nipples, needing you to finish on him.
“oh god arthur.” you moan, so close.
“come on baby. give it to me.” he says, one of his hands leaving to palm your ass.
one final rolls of your hips has waves of pleasure coursing through your body.
you wrap your arms around his strong shoulders, trying to ground yourself.
“it’s alright love.” he says, holding you tightly.
he’d give you a minute before he started fucking you again. he wasn’t a monster.
he lays you down, getting up from the bed.
“where are you going?” you ask. there was no way he was done with you yet. he’d want at least another two rounds.
“give me a minute.” he says, walking into the bathroom.
he comes back with his one of his practice jerseys, holding it in his closed fist.
“you’re gonna wear this.” he says, putting it on backwards so that “arthurtv” is displayed across your chest.
“you like it when i wear your number?” you look up at him.
the shirt smelled like him. something about his scent had you going feral.
“i like it even more when you shut up and listen to what i tell you to do.” he shakes his head.
you don’t respond, just look up at him in awe.
“no witty come back?” he says, kneeling between your legs.
“don’t know if i want you to hit me again.” you smirk.
“well i’ll do that anyway.” he says before grabbing a pillow from behind your head, positioning it under you ass.
“i know you love it.” he continues as he puts your legs onto his shoulders, he loved this angle, loved how deep he could get while looking at you.
“you gonna fuck me? or just sit there looking at me.” you say as he watches you intently.
he palm makes contact with your cheek again.
“i’ll look at you for as long as i like, thank you very much. i’ve earned it.” he says, still not fully believing that the girl under him, wearing his jersey, is his.
“why dont i get to wear your game shirt?” you challenge, recognizing the one you have on as the practice kit.
“oh, you’ll see.” he says before finally pushing into you.
“thank god.” you whine as arthur fills you up, thrusting his cock in and out of you.
“mine.” he mumbles. “all mine.” he’s staring at your breasts, watching as they bounce up and down under his name.
“who do you belong to?” he demands, still pushing in and out of you.
your moan incoherently, completely cock drunk.
he hits you again across the face.
“i said, who do you belong to?” arthur asks the question again.
“you arthur. i’m yours.” you whine, eyes rolling back.
he slaps your face again.
“look at me. stop moaning like a whore.” he says, shaking his head.
“please arthur.” you whine, making eye contact with him.
“i don’t think i’ll let you cum again.” he says, still thrusting into you.
usually he’d have added pressure to your clit by now, wanting to help you get there, but he wasn’t sure if you deserved it.
“arthur i’m yours. please. i deserve it.” you whimper.
“what makes you think that?” he looks down at you.
“i’ve been so good. for you. always for you.” you mewl, trying not to sound like a pornstar even though he is recording you.
“maybe i will. not for you, but because i like it when you cum on my cock.” he says, applying pressure to your clit.
the feeling of you pulse around him was like nothing else. if this was his ultimate reward, he sure wanted that to be a part of it.
his thumb creates tight circles against your skin, trying to put you over the edge.
the fabric of his top brushes your nipples as you bounce up and down, creating extra stimulation.
all of that made you cum, hard.
just as you finish all over arthur, he hits his own climax, spurts of hot liquid filling you up.
“holy shit.” he groans, filling you up again.
eventually he pulls out, letting your knees drop to either side of him.
he kneels in front of you, admiring your puffy cunt.
“not done quite yet.” he says as you pant. “give me one more round.”
“ok arthur.” you nod.
“maybe you are a good girl after all.” he smirks at you.
his gives you a kiss, your lips melting together.
a few minutes and he was good to go again.
“alright love, all fours. face the camera.” he has, helping you get into position.
you stare at his phone as he lines up behind you.
you’d never done it this way before, usually he was the one at the end of the bed.
“turn the shirt around.” he says, pulling you upright.
you switch the jersey so now arthur’s name was across your back.
“smile for the camera sweetheart.” he says as he pushes into you again.
he wastes no time getting up to speed, fucking your relentlessly.
he always lasted the longest by the third round, so he could fuck you however he wanted to.
“oh my god arthur.” you cry out. the feeling was incredible.
his hands were all over you, feeling your body. he slide them under his jersey. you looked so small in it.
he lands a smack in your ass, making you yelp.
“you want to scream like a whore, i’m gonna treat you like one.” he says, palming your ass.
he wanted to hit it until it turned bright red. but you looked better in black anyway.
maybe if he played for the youtube all stars he make your skin as red as the kit.
you face starts to rest on the bed, you hope he won’t notice, but of course he does.
he fists your hair again, pulling you off the mattress.
“look at the camera.” his hand leaves your hair to grab your hip, allowing him to fuck you harder.
you make eye contact with the camera. you wish you could see what you looked like.
there was something thrilling about being watched. even if the video was just for arthur.
you bit your lip, trying not to make lewd noises. the sound of your skin hitting arthur’s as he thrust into you was lewd enough.
at this point he slide in out of you so easily.
you were so wet, and you could hear it.
arthur stopped looking at the camera to watch himself go in and out of you.
“i fucking own you.” he growls, he toned body pushing in and out of you.
“please arthur. i can’t take anymore.” you whimper, dropping your head.
“you’ll take as much as i want to give you.” he says, fingers digging into your hips. “look at the fucking camera.”
you raise your head, tears falling down your cheeks.
“please, i’m done.” you beg, unable to keep your head up.
“you’re done when i tell you you are.” arthur wasn’t stopping until you used the safe word. he fists your hair again, holding you head up for you.
“i can’t give you any more.”
“yes you can.” he says, he’d hold your head up for the rest of it if he had to.
his other hand snakes around your body, feeling for your clit.
he applies pressure to your skin, desperate to have you finish again.
“don’t make me.” you whimper.
“i’ll do whatever i want with you. you’re mine.” he spits on your back.
“tell the camera how much you love this. you stupid whore.” he’s close, almost ready to finish again.
“i love being yours arthur.” you whine. “i love it when you fuck me.”
“damn right you do.” he pinches your clit, causing you to scream.
it was all too much. it left you trembling under him. cumming again.
you came so hard it hurt. but god did you love the pain.
just as arthur’s about to cum, he pulls out, stroking himself until he finishes on your back, coating his jersey in his cum.
how someone could produce that much bodily fluid, you had no idea, but he always seemed to have more cum for you.
“that’s why you’re in my practice kit.” he says. watching as his cum seeps into the fabric.
“please tell me we’re done now.” you say as arthur lets go of your hair.
“for now.” he says, letting you collapse into your stomach.
“here sweetheart.” he helps you lie on your back with your head at the head board.
he doesn’t take his cum soaked jersey off your body. instead he lets you sleep in it, he wanted to wake up to you in it.
“you did so well.” he kisses your forehead.
he leaves your side to turn his phone off, grabbing it to put it on the bedside table.
“thank you.” he says to you, but you’re already fast asleep, all tuckered out.
he chuckles to himself.
he wraps his arms around your body, ready to drift off next to you.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⤷ not smut but spicyyyyyyyyyyyy, possessive!arthur, just over 1k words
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⤷ notes: forced myself to cook sth up after watching too many dispatch playthroughs. inspired by this request (so no smut and a tad possessive..) but atleast its something :p not proofread and the ending is sloppy
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Rightfully so - the dress you had chosen to wear out today hugged your body perfectly and all he could think about was you. You two barely made it out the flat anyway, his lips all over your neck, his hands grabbing your hips tightly, pressed against the kitchen counter.
Fuck. Every minute that passes, the more reasons he keeps finding to leave early today. But you can’t - you’re here for George.
He had just announced his participation on Strictly, and you were here to celebrate him. The booth was cramped with all the regular mates you all hang out with all the time. He was reluctant to let you leave his side, wanting to hold you close to him, but you insisted on getting another drink. So, he watched you saunter towards the bar. God. He could not keep his hands off you.
Isaac is telling some story that happened at a store, but he’s not listening. Not when some guy is right next to you. He has that look in his eyes. The look of ‘I’m interested in you’. And he does not like that.
“I think Arthur’s gonna implode.” George says loudly, catching Arthur’s attention to all the eyes on him. They’re looking at him, trying to keep their laughter from ruining the moment. They can tell what’s going on. This isn’t the first time Arthur has tried to kill someone with his eyes. It’s always some guy who innocently tries to talk to you.
He tears his eyes away from you to the guys around him. George smirks, “You alright, buddy?”, hitting his arm lightly.
“I’m so okay.” Arthur looks at the drink in his hands before his eyes naturally gravitate towards you. The guy is gone. He lets out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding. You’re still at the bar, waiting for your drink.
Isaac nods, “The guy can have a peaceful sleep tonight. I reckon he just knew that… there was a fierce Arthur somewhere.”
All the guys laugh except Arthur. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you. The dress, your hair… the necklace he had bought you just because you said you liked it once. It sat perfectly. Reminded you that you were his.
You were walking back to the booth now. Your eyes, holding the ever-so-innocent gaze you gave him when you were drunk, gave him goosebumps. If he could, he would just pin you down right on the table and kiss you, sliding his hands all over you before grabbing your thighs so hard they’d bruise under his touch.
If he could.
Your perfume hits him as soon as you sit down. His hand immediately wraps around your hip, pulling you impossibly close to him. You’re telling some story that happened with the bartender, but Arthur can’t hear a thing. All he can think about is you, you, you, you, you.
As he looks at you, your hand is on his thigh, trying to get his attention, “Everything okay, baby?”
He hums and nods, finally taking a sip of his drink. Arthur Hill is imitating George at Strictly, with fake tears and some George-like jokes that make you laugh. It’s like music to his ears, making him smile as he leans closer into you.
The guys stand up to get new drinks for themselves, leaving just the two of you in the booth. If Arthur could think straight, he would’ve been able to tell they did this on purpose, to let you guys do your dirty whisperings before escaping for the night. But, Arthur feels like he can’t hold himself back any longer, and mentally thanks his mates for leaving him alone with you.
He leans, mouth near your ear, whispering softly, “You drive me crazy, love.” His hand is on your thigh, itching upwards.
Your breath hitches. You rest your hand on his chest, feeling his heart thump through the white collared shirt he chose to wear, “Wore the dress just for you, Arthur.”
You can feel his fingers trace your panties under your dress. You try to keep your composure, but Arthur knows exactly what buttons to press to make you fold. He knows every little thing that makes you twitch, moan, drool. Whatever he wants, he gets.
The eagerness to rile him up even more gives you an idea. “You were jealous again.”
His fingers still, but he doesn’t take them away.
“Anyone could’ve felt your eyes burning into them.”
He looks at you, dark from lust, “Can you blame me? I mean, look at you. You look so fucking hot in this dress.”
A blush creeps over you at his words. You knew the effect you had on him, but whenever he reminded you, it still made you giddy and shy all over again.
“I love it when you’re jealous. Even if we both know there’s no reason to be.”
He quiets down again, pulling his hand down your leg, “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I don’t want anyone else.”
He kisses your temple, squeezing your thigh.
“At least I’m a little bit subtle with my jealousy.” You continue, wanting to rile him up even more. He chuckles, resting himself more into the booth seat.
“Trust me, you’re not subtle. And I also love it.”
You’re staring into each other’s eyes. Arthur licks his lips and you bite down on your lip.
“I think we need to leave now.” You quietly say, not taking your eyes off him. He nods fervently, standing up and grabbing his coat. You follow him out, holding his hand. You’re both laughing to yourselves, horny and impatiently waiting to get back to your shared flat.
“You gonna tell the guys we left?” You ask, pulling out your phone to check the time.
He’s silent for a bit, “I think they know anyway.”
He smirks, pulling you against him, his front against your back. You can feel his erection press against you and you suppress a moan. He’s kissing your neck, teasing you further.
“Would’ve eaten you out right on the table if we’d been there for 5 minutes longer.”
You’re absolutely soaked and Arthur knows it. In the moment, maybe you would’ve even let him. All you can think about is him.
