MASKED — Arthur Fredrick
( Kinktober day 01 // Anonymous sex )
Summary: You sent a risky DM to your celebrity crush, a faceless YouTuber, and offered yourself to him under whatever circumstances he needed to keep his anonymity. (1.5k words)
Warning(s): oral (f receiving), overall smut
A/N: first time posting smut eek !!
“PUT ON A MASK. I’ll come round to ur house. Fuck me, and then I’ll leave straight away after xx”
You clicked send, committing to whatever your drunk mind was planning. It was a risky DM, sent to your favourite YouTuber. He was a faceless man with a lovely velvet voice. Admittedly, at times you preferred his voice to his actual content of TV commentary. ArthurTV had always been a ‘celebrity’ crush of yours. He wasn’t insanely popular, but famous enough for you to assume in your drunken state that he would never see the DM you sent.
You stared at the message for a moment, before your attention was redirected to the night out you were having with your closest friends. Lights were bright, music blaring, and before long you had completely forgotten about the text.
That was, until your phone buzzed.
“Stranger danger. Your house, not mine.”
You blinked, eyes darting from his DM, to your previous one, to the instagram account displayed on the top of your phone screen. You read it once, then twice, then over and over until his name started to seem made up. Placing the phone on the table, taking a deep breath, and downing your drink, you mumbled an excuse to your friends and called an uber.
By the time you got home, you had left him on read for fifteen minutes. Your fingers fumbled across the screen, a slight shake in them as you typed in your address and clicked send before you could change your mind. You didn’t know how long you had to prepare, so you got undressed, threw on a matching pair of laced underwear, and tidied your room.
You were standing in front of the mirror in your bathroom, fixing individual strands of your hair when you heard a slow knock on the door, and the sound of a notification on your phone.
“I’m outside”
Throwing on an oversized shirt and padding to the door, you swallowed your nervousness and allowed the slight buzz of alcohol still in your system to assist your confidence. As you opened the door, you were faced with a man around six feet tall, muscles visible even through the long sleeved hoodie. Your eyes trailed up to his face, only his eyes visible through the ski mask he was wearing.
His eyes were brown but soft. Inviting, yet also intense and insanely magnified from the mask. Something about all his features being hidden made his eyes stand out. You invited him in, leading him to your bedroom.
“Could you… turn around?” He asked. The sound of his voice was better in person, leaving you standing still for a moment before you turned, facing the door. As the seconds passed, you grew more nervous. That was until you felt a soft hand on your hip, turning you around slowly. Arthur was standing there, completely topless. Your eyes trailed down his chest, from his surprisingly toned abs to the waistband of his boxers peeking out above his jeans.
“I wanna hear your voice.” You mumble, moving your gaze from his hand — which was now on your waist — to his eyes. He was already staring dead at you, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.
“Do you?” He teased, feeling more confident than his usual self while behind a mask. “I wanna hear yours, too.” You could tell he was smirking.
“Yeah?” You bite your lip, feeling a little more comfortable. Your hand reaches to his chest, slowly trailing down his abs and looping through his belt. You pull him by the belt towards the bed, his hand dropping from your side as he lets you lead him. Pushing him down to sit by the foot of the bed, you now stand between his legs. A hand wraps around his neck, lifting his mask slightly to kiss his neck.
His hands rest steadily on the sides of your thighs, squeezing slightly. As your kisses grow hungrier, so do his hands. He trails them under your clothes, brushing up and down your torso and pulling your shirt up with him. You break from his neck to let him pull the shirt off you, and you hear a shaky breath escape his mouth.
“Come here.” He near whispers, pulling you on to his lap.
“Can I kiss you?” You ask, breathy and needy. He doesn’t reply, instead pulling his mask up just enough to show his mouth. You lean in greedily, quickly capturing his lips with your own.
His hands grab the back of your thighs, holding you supportively as he stands up and turns around, pressing you down on to the mattress. You both move upwards, so that he’s now laying on top of you in the middle of the bed. He plants a peck on your lips, before trailing open mouth kisses down your stomach. His hot breath hovered above your damp panties, sending a shiver down your spine.
“Arthur,” you squirmed, your head hitting the pillow behind you. You could hear him chuckle lightly, kissing you through the cloth before his fingers hooked into the waistband, and pulled them off.
“Show me how much you want me.” He smirked. Your hand darted to his head, scrunching up a small handful of his mask from the back of his head and pushing him toward. Not enough to forcefully move his head, but enough to make your intentions clear.
For a moment you wished the mask wasn’t covering his hair, because as soon as his tongue connected with your core, you felt the urge to grip something. You settled for the bedsheets, fisting handfuls of fabric and squeezing tightly.
“Oh Arthur,” you sighed, in disbelief that this was all happening. He alternated between long licks, and quick circles around your clit, dipping his tongue inside you and earning gentle moans. Before long your legs were trembling, breath heavy and sweat beading on your forehead.
“I need you inside me,” you panted, needy and desperate.
“Ask nicely.” He whispered into your core.
“Arthur, please.” You whined, looking down at him.
“mmm.. you look gorgeous like this.” He grinned, standing up at the foot of the bed. He grabbed a condom out of his pocket, throwing it on the mattress next to you. He unbuckled his belt, along with his jeans, letting them hit the floor with a light thud. He crawled back on to the bed, his body looming over yours. He leaned in, his lips connecting with your neck, trailing your jaw and finally reaching your lips.
You could taste yourself on his tongue as it explored your mouth. Your hand rested on his lower abdomen, slowly teasing down to stroke him through his black boxers. He groaned into your mouth, one hand clasping over yours as he determined the pace. You felt him growing harder, his hips rocking into your hand.
“Arthur,” you whispered, starting to tug down his boxers.
“Are you sure?” He confirmed, his cock springing free as he kicked off his last remaining clothes. You nodded quickly, mumbling approvals. He slipped on the condom and let out a breath, lining himself up with your entrance and slowly pushing himself in.
“Oh fuck.” He muttered, stuttering slightly. You felt yourself tighten around him, a shaky gasp escaping your lips. He bottomed out, his hips pressing against yours.
“Can I-“ he started.
“Yes.” You nodded, staring down at where your bodies connected. He slowly started rocking back and forth, his head hanging low. He kissed your neck slowly, speeding up his thrusts.
“Oh my god,” you moaned, tilting your head back to give him access to more of your neck. He grabbed both your wrists in his hand, holding them above your head. His other hand trailed your body, firmly grabbing your waist, your hips, your thighs.
“You’re so sexy.” He groaned, reaching down to your thighs and lifting them so they wrapped around him. He pushed himself deeper, the new angle allowing more movement.
“Arthur!” You moaned, as he hit that perfect spot inside of you. Your legs shook, sweat dripping down your body. “I’m so close.”
“Cum for me baby.” He panted, thrusting faster as his hand moved to your clit, his thumb rubbing tight circles.
“Oh fuck!” You moaned, head hitting the pillow behind you. Your back arched, hips bucking forward shamelessly as you rode out your high. He soon followed, filling the condom as his head rested in the crook of your neck.
You lay there for a moment, catching your breath and kissing his shoulder. He released your hands, rolling over and laying next to you.
The next twenty minutes were spent cleaning up and small talking, getting to know each other a little more. You found out he was studying to become a lawyer, which was why he never showed his face online.
You soon fell asleep, his hoodie clinging to your slightly sweaty body. When you awoke the next morning, you felt a slight drop in your stomach as you noticed Arthur had left. You picked up your phone, a single notification on your screen standing out.
“You free tomorrow night? x”
