LAZY AFFECTION - ARTHUR FREDERICK
summary: you look way too cute when you're asleep, and arthur can't help himself
warnings: 18+, smut, swearing, SLIGHT DDDNE - CONSENSUAL FREEUSE AND SOMNOPHILIA (IN AN ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP), DON’T LIKE? DON’T READ, p in v, lots of praise like lots of it, arthur is lowkey a freak in this
wc: 3.8k
Before he met you, never in a million years would Arthur have described himself as a morning person.
He’d much rather while away useful waking hours snoozing comfortably in his nice warm bed, waking up slowly rather than all at once, burrowing into the soft pillows and duvet and scrolling mindlessly on his phone until well into the morning. Then, when his stomach would inevitably start protesting, he’d haul himself up and trudge into the kitchen, fixing himself something simple and bolting it down before moving on to start his day.
Since you, his morning had changed in a million tiny ways.
For starters, he was no longer alone in his wide expanse of the bed. Your body lay next to him, warm and soft and messy with sleep - your cheek pressed into the pillow, hair fluffy from your movements throughout the night, and your mouth shaped into a cute little pout as you dreamed steadily onwards. The doomscrolling had also been replaced by your chest pressed against his, and your quiet whispers as you talked about your dream, something which Arthur regarded as being infinitely more interesting than his For You Page. Even his breakfast was different, too. When you’d arrived and seen the dire state of his kitchen cupboards and fridge, only the bare bones of protein meals knocking around in the drawers, you’d dragged him out to the shop without another word. Arthur swore he’d never seen so much colour in one fridge by the time you were finished unpacking. But, and he would readily admit it, he was healthier and far, far happier.
So, somewhere along the way, he came to love mornings. He’d prepare for them, doing anything he could to extend the time he could have you wrapped in his arms, soft and sleepy and pliable. He’d fill up the water bottle you always kept by your bedside, arrange your makeup on the bathroom counter just right so you wouldn’t have to spend precious minutes searching for what you needed, and even make your admittedly extremely over complicated iced coffee and store it in the fridge so it was chilled just the way you liked it to have with your breakfast. All so he could spend as long as he liked with you in his arms, your head resting on his bicep and the other tracing shapes on the mattress as you basked in each other’s presence. He loved running his fingers through your hair in the morning, gently working out the knots that had formed overnight, revelling in the feeling of the soft strands on his fingers and the way you hummed happily, nudging your head forward to get him to keep going.
Today was no different - the sunlight was filtering slowly through your curtains, casting golden squares of light across the expanse of your bedroom and the carpet, lighting up your morning as Arthur slowly blinked awake.
You were still fast asleep, your back turned to him as you snored softly, the sheet bunched up in the dip of your waist. Arthur smiled sleepily, turning over onto his side to better look at you, tucking one arm under his head. You were beautiful like this, he thought - all soft and warm, your face smooth and as yet unbothered by the burdens of the day, that little crease in between your eyebrows gone for once. Your sleep shirt (once his, now entirely yours), slipped off of your shoulder, exposing the elegant curve of your shoulder that rose and fell in time with your breath. The sunlight caught the honeyed strands of your hair as it fanned out over your shoulder, turning them a sweet golden colour that Arthur couldn’t resist reaching out and touching. You murmured slightly in your sleep, wriggling backwards until your back was nearly touching his chest, seeking out his touch even in your sleep. He humoured you, reaching out to gently wrap one arm around your waist and pulling you back to him, laughing quietly as you rustled around before settling back into his embrace with a contented sigh.
Arthur’s eyes slid closed again, the comforting heat of your body against his lulling him back into sleepiness, and soon he was dropping off again too. It was still early morning, he had time, and so he had no qualms about hugging you tight to him as he drifted off, hands twitching sleepily against your clothed stomach.
He didn’t remember falling asleep, only waking up. The first thing he noticed was the heat. He was boiling.
Your bodies were practically glued together, his chin tucked into the space between your shoulder and neck, arms wrapped tight around your waist, your back and his chest pressed flush against one another. Your shirt had ridden up in your sleep, your exposed waist and back sticking to his bare chest as he shifted around. Arthur groaned softly, moving to slide his arm out from underneath your head, flexing his fingers to work some feeling back into them as his gaze fell on your sleeping form once more.
The second thing he noticed was that he was hard in his boxers.
The sensitive head of his cock brushed against the fabric of his shorts as he moved back, shocking a gasp out of him. Morning wood wasn’t anything unusual for him, but it was unusual for him to be this hard. Before, when he’d woken up hard, he would slip off quietly to the bathroom or shower if he was alone to take care of it, not wanting to wake you up for something so trivial. A few times, you’d been awake first, and had offered your more than willing hand or mouth to help him out. He liked those mornings best, where he was able to paint your pretty face in his cum before the day had even started. It was one of his guilty pleasures, watching his cum drip down your face onto your lips, or to watch as you swallowed what he gave you with a cheeky smile on your face.
He dithered for a second, eyes darting from the tent in his boxers to your sleeping form and back again. The sight of your exposed waist made him throb harder, one hand snaking down to grip him through the fabric, his head tipping backwards in relief. He continued to palm himself as he looked you over, dragging his eyes from your messy hair down to where you’d now kicked the sheets off, exposing your plush thighs and sleep shorts - a barely-there piece of clothing, Arthur didn’t even know why you bothered wearing them in the first place. They did absolutely nothing to cover your ass, the gusset digging into the crack of your ass from your movements, the little ruffles covering any glimpse he might’ve gotten of your cunt.
He stroked himself harder now, unable to stop himself. He shoved his fingers into his boxers and took himself into his hand, breath stuttering out as he moved his hand up and down slowly, rubbing his thumb over the tip where he could feel himself steadily leaking precum. Arthur groaned as you flipped onto your stomach, the peaks of your nipples hardening in the exposed air and pressing against your shirt. You were still asleep, mouth parted slightly and brow furrowed as you dreamt. In his state, Arthur briefly considered shoving his cock in between your lips and fucking himself along your slick mouth until he came. He blinked away the vision, though his cock twitched furiously with interest.
You stirred again, your shirt riding up more and more until it rested just below your tits, the sight making Arthur’s mouth water. Your panties were also just barely visible - they weren’t fancy or the nice lace one he knew you owned, but that somehow made it hotter to him. The soft domesticity of the moment. Of you, here, in his bed, sleeping, looking like that, made him so hard he thought he might pass out. His hand was moving of its own accord, jerking himself roughly as he looked at you. His heart was pounding, blood rushing hotly through his body as he pleasured himself, a twist of shame and guilt curling low in his gut as he thought about what he was doing. Here he was, so hard it hurt, jerking himself off desperately to you who lay blissfully unaware.
His cock twitched again, and he gripped the base of his cock tightly to stop himself from cumming. He couldn’t. He’d already gone too far, had done the moment his fingers had found their way past the waistband of his boxers. He really had to stop. He really should stop.
He couldn’t stop.
Before he could second guess himself and have a moral or existential crisis, Arthur was scooting forwards to close the gap between you, the hand not by your head coming down to push your sleep shorts to the side as he sunk two fingers into you.
‘Fuck-‘ The whispered curse fell out of his mouth as he pushed inside of you, mouth dropping open in a groan as he felt you already wet for him. You felt like heaven wrapped around his fingers, cunt clenching slightly around the intrusion as he stroked gently against your walls. He crooked his fingers, locating that spot that had you seeing stars with practiced ease. You whimpered, brows furrowing in your sleep, but you didn’t wake. Part of Arthur wanted to see how far he could get with you before you woke up, but a bigger, needier part of him needed you to wake up. He wanted to see your pretty face, wanted to watch the way it contorted with pleasure when you came, wanted to hear that little involuntary whine that caught in your throat when you were close.
He thrust his fingers more insistently now, needing you to wake up. The soft sounds of your slick filled the space, coating Arthur’s palm as he slid another finger inside you.
‘Come on, lovey. Wake up f’me.’ He muttered, leaning down to rest his forehead on your shoulder as he fucked his fingers in and out of you. You whined more insistently now, cunt fluttering around the stretch. But still, you didn’t wake up. Arthur let out a frustrated noise, thrusting his fingers forward harshly. You moaned in your sleep, body twitching away from the intrusion. Arthur quickly pressed a flurry of kisses to your shoulder and the nape of your neck.
‘Sorry, sorry, baby. That was mean, ‘m sorry. I won’t do it again.’ He murmured. You seemed to settle at that, some part of your subconscious soothed by his apologies. He fucked you slower now, taking time to stretch you out. He wasn’t big by any means, but you’d said before that taking him without any preparation was difficult, so now every time you two had sex, he made sure to take the time to stretch you out. Well, he said it was to get you ready for him, but really it was so he could watch you wriggle and whine, and sometimes if he was lucky, a few tears would slip down your cheeks as you begged for him. He just thought you looked so beautiful when your eyes were all sparkly with tears, he couldn’t help it.
He continued like this for a while, his thumb joining the rest of his fingers to rub gently at your clit, causing a few sleepy whines to fall from your mouth, but your eyes stayed stubbornly closed. The wet sounds of your cunt sucking his fingers in started to get louder as you leaked steadily onto him, hips shifting involuntarily in time with his fingers as he fucked into you. Arthur angled his hips, thrusting forward experimentally and nearly moaning out loud when the tip of him bumped against your thigh.
‘God, baby- please- wake up.’ He begged softly, rutting his hips firmer against your leg and gasping at the sensation. But, for all his patience, he wasn’t invincible. His cock was throbbing, the tip nearly purple and the rest an angry red in his desperation.
Arthur pulled his fingers from you, pausing only for a moment to suck them into his mouth, groaning at the taste of you on his tongue. Hurriedly, he pulled his fingers out of his mouth and tugged your shorts down, moaning at the sight of a string of your slick connecting your cunt and your panties as he pulled them down to your ankles. He slid a hand under your thigh, turning you onto your side and lifting it up slightly as he angled the fat head of him against your hole. You stirred again, a bigger movement this time, and Arthur moaned as he caught on your entrance, the very tip of him slipping into your tight warmth.
He gripped himself with one hand, guiding himself into you in one smooth thrust, your cunt thoroughly soaked after his ministrations. He moaned into your shoulder as he bottomed out, eyes rolling back into his head at the feeling of you around him. You clenched around him, still not fully awake but getting there now as he began to steadily thrust into you, panting softly into your neck as he rut into you with shallow little thrusts.
‘Fuck, love, feel so good- so good for me- love you so much.’ He said into your skin, reaching around to grab at your tits, squeezing the soft flesh in his palm and running his thumb over your nipple before pinching it and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. You whined, a low, needy sound that had Arthur bucking into you, chasing your intoxicating warmth as you stirred, eyes fluttering quickly as you began to wake up.
‘Arthur? What-‘ You said, cutting yourself off with a moan as Arthur fucked into you with a particularly deep grind, your back arching to push your ass flush against him. A guttural moan punched out of him, his hand gripping your chest for leverage as he ground his hips into you, cock nudging insistently at your sweet spot and making your head spin as you woke up fully, whimpering slightly at the feeling of waking up stuffed to the brim.
‘Sorry- lovey, woke up hard- you just looked so pretty-‘ Arthur said through gritted teeth, thrusting into you desperately now as he chased his high, pleasure zipping through his whole body as your cunt sucked him in. You moaned at the sound of his voice, sleep-wrecked and gravelly with arousal, his breath hot on the shell of your ear as he fucked you. You pushed back to meet him as best you could, driving him deeper inside you and making you moan, the hazy pleasure coiling low in your cunt, your clit throbbing in time with your heartbeat.
You were panting now, the heat and humidity of your bodies so close together paired with the ragged pleasure of his cock inside you stealing your breath as you responded.
’’S fine, Arthur. I don’t- don’t mind- fuck- please-‘ You moaned, tipping your head back against his as you grabbed the hand resting on your chest and guided it down to your cunt. Arthur groaned into your hair as he caught on, fingers deftly moving under the waistband of your panties to rub at your clit. You keened when his fingers made contact, the rough pads drawing circles in a delicious friction in time with his thrusts.
‘God- love you so much- so good for me, letting me do this-‘ Arthur said in between pants, nudging your thigh further up with his knee to give him a better angle to fuck into you deeper. You complied, sliding your leg up so your cunt was more exposed, your panties and shorts stretching around your calves as Arthur moved to fuck you properly. His cock slid in and out of you, easily lubricated by just how soaking wet you were from Arthur’s fingers as well as the whole idea of the situation - your body ran hot at the thought of Arthur waking up so needy for you that he just had to have you when you weren’t even awake, his body craving you and what you could give him.
The thought had you clenching hard around him, causing Arthur to let out a loud moan, hips bucking forward to meet yours. The sounds of your skin slapping together and the rustle of the sheets filled the room, the rising sun spilling light onto the centre of your bed right where Arthur was fucking into you hard and fast. His cock throbbed insistently now - sweet, heady pleasure coursing through his veins as he pulled you back against him, his hand never stopping its movements on your clit, fingers wet with your slick as he spread it around in tight circles that had your eyes screwing shut and your heart racing.
‘Ar-Arthur, gonna cum- please-‘ Your breath stuttered as you climbed higher and higher, pleasure turning sweet and sharp as you neared your orgasm. Arthur nodded shakily against your shoulder, thrusts speeding up ever so slightly, but his pace never faltering on your clit. Your breath caught as he fucked into you, fat cock splitting you open and hitting your sweet spot on every thrust and dragging against the sensitive walls of your cunt on every move out.
‘Yeah, yeah- please, baby- need it-‘ Arthur replied, and you moaned at just how wrecked he sounded. His voice was completely gone, scratchy and raw with need as he rut against you like a dog in heat, chasing his orgasm and the feeling of your velvet cunt stretched around him.
‘Shit, Arthur-‘ Your mouth opened in a silent scream as your orgasm hit you, the force knocking the wind out of you as you dug your fingernails into his arm and your back bowed, shoving your ass back against him to drive him as deep as possible inside you, his cock filling you completely as you came around him. The pressure was unbelievable - your soft cunt clenching around him, muscles spasming with the force of your orgasm, cunt fluttering around him and locking him in place. Arthur was ruined in seconds.
‘Fuck- baby, gonna come inside you- ’s that okay? Fuck-‘ He said, desperately hoping you would say yes. He could think of nothing he wanted to do more right now than fill you up and watch his cum drip out of you - if he was lucky, you would let him take a picture, a souvenir for the next time you two were apart. His thrusts became sloppier as he neared his orgasm, and he held his breath, trying to hold off as best he could until you answered him. As needy as he was, the last thing he would ever do would be to disobey you and make you unhappy.
Arthur wasn’t a religious man by any means, but he found himself thanking every deity he could think of as he watched you nod your head frantically, giving him the go-ahead.
‘Shit- thank you, baby. So good to me- fuck - thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you-‘ He rambled, grabbing at your hips and pulling you harder back into him as he buried himself in you over and over again. He thrust into you one final time, grinding his hips to bury himself to the hilt, as deep inside you as he could possibly get as his orgasm crashed over him. His cock pulsed inside you as he came, painting your cunt with his cum. Shocks of overstimulation danced up your spine, but you let Arthur have his fill of you, whimpering slightly as his shallow thrusts moved you up against the bedsheets.
Eventually, he stopped, breathless now from the force of his orgasm. He stilled, cock still twitching inside you occasionally, and reached up to brush some hair out of your face.
‘There’s my pretty girl.’ He said. You smiled tiredly, leaning forward to press a messy kiss to his lips. He met you easily, sliding his tongue against your lower lip. You opened up for him, and the two of you exchanged kisses like this for a while as you caught your breath. You moaned slightly at the taste of yourself on Arthur’s tongue, the evidence of his need before you’d woken up sending another bolt of heat through you. Arthur laughed slightly into your mouth as he felt you clench around him.
‘Give me a minute, lovey. Then we can go again.’ He said. You rolled your eyes, leaning your head back against the pillows. Arthur reached down blindly to grip himself, gently pulling out of you with a groan. You lifted your leg, giving him a full view of your cunt that had begun to slowly leak his cum out onto the sheets below.
‘God, look at that- so pretty.’ Arthur murmured. You laughed softly, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder. His eyes were tired, but satisfied, and the open love in his gaze made your heart skip a beat.
‘Take a picture, Frederick, it’ll last longer.’ You said. The words were barely out of your mouth before Arthur was lunging for his phone on the nightstand, nearly taking his entire charger with him in his haste as he opened his camera. You heard the sound of his shutter once, twice, three times before you lowered your leg, a cramp beginning to crawl up the muscle. Arthur locked his phone, heart pounding in disbelief of his luck as he replaced his phone on the nightstand.
‘You’re gonna be the death of me one of these days if you keep this up.’ He said, reaching out to grab you by the waist and pulling you back into him once more. You laughed again, turning over and reaching out to trace over the line of his jaw and the freckles dotted across his face. Arthur closed his eyes against the feeling, letting out a contented sigh as you continued to map his face. You hummed noncommittally, shifting closer to him until your knees were touching.
‘Yeah, well. You like it, freak.’ You teased. Arthur gasped in mock offence, and you let out a shout as he suddenly grabbed you and rolled you onto your back. He swung his leg over to straddle you, his soft cock resting on your lower stomach as he pinned you down. His gaze locked with yours, and your heart stuttered at the heat you found there. He grabbed your legs, pushing them up momentarily before lowering you back down, his cock now nudging again at your still-leaking cunt. You stifled a moan as you felt him harden once more.
Arthur just smirked down at you as he slowly pushed into you again, chuckling at the way your back arched at the slide of him as he buried himself in you again, your poor cunt twitching with overstimulation.
This was going to be a long morning.