Hey there! If I haven’t missed the cutoff for requests, I’d love smut prompt 1 (never tease me like that again) for Arthur. Excited to read everything you’re working on! ❤️
Oh, Katie! I've been writing this out since yesterday and I've had to take multiple tea/coffee breaks in between because... lord have mercy... what I was writing was affecting me 🥵. I needed to breath! 🤣 Thank you so much for sending this into my blog, my love. Not only was this prompt so good for our boy Arthur, but I also really enjoy writing the reader being a tease in just the very best way. 😏
The Inevitable
Pairing: Arthur Morgan x You (F!Reader)
Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Friends to Lovers. Mutual Pining. Lots of Teasing from reader. Backache & Back Massages. Accidental Boner. Switch between Rough Arthur and Soft Arthur. Smut. Oral (M receiving). Deepthroating. Praise Kink. Use of 'good girl'. Gentle Sex and Fluff.
Prompt: "Never tease me like that again."
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The art of being a tease is knowing how to use it in such a subtle way that just sparks the best type of reaction, and that art is something you use again today with Arthur Morgan.
Arthur and you have been dancing around your feelings for each other for quite some time now, and although you’re certain he’s attracted to you, and you’re not afraid to make the first move, you just play the role of a tease so well that it makes the man second guess himself and question whether or not he’s right to assume you’re flirting.
Which you are flirting, but you’re being so delicate with it and it’s just too fun to watch him get flustered with uncertainty. The lead up to the inevitable is too fun. The inevitable being that he, or yourself, finally breaks and reveals the truth about the attraction you feel towards each other.
Starting off plain and simple this evening, you walk over to the fire around the outside of camp and make your complaints of a sore back audible to his ears when taking a seat. “Fuck me,” you say, groaning as if you were in pain but it could easily be misinterpreted as a sound of pleasure. The man damn near snapped his neck to look at you, a look of sheer panic evident on his face before he saw why you said those words.
“Are you ok, girl?” He asks, mirroring your grimacing expression and even feeling a phantom twinge of pain. He, too, has suffered with backache in the past and he knows how bothersome it can be, which is why you chose this tactic to tease him. It’s to play on his sympathy.
“No, not really,” You shake your head with a little gasp, another sound that could easily send mixed signals. “I think I slept wrong, but don’t worry, I’ll be okay. Thank you, Arthur.” You try to smile but pretend that it was too painful and before you could even think on what to do next, the man was moving from his seat with a determination to help. “Sit on the floor, I’ll sit behind and rub ya back,” he says, and it’s not what you were expecting at all, but you were more than happy to oblige.
Moving slowly, so you don’t give yourself away, you get into position and wait till he touches your back before letting out a little moan from the contact. “Shit, did I hurt yer?” Arthur worries, to which you shake your head and explain. “No, no. Not at all. Don’t stop, Arthur,” You sigh breathily when he rubs your back again, “Feels so good.” You say, purposely toying with him with your choice of words and how you voice them.
You feel the way his breath stutters across your neck, as if he were choking up, and from the way he shifted his position ever so slightly just shows that he’s affected by your words. He’s probably turned on right now, trying to hide his erection without making it obvious.
“There!” You call out rather loudly and dart out to hold his leg at your side, “Holy shit. Right there, Arthur.” You point, showing him the right spot and he continues to knead the heel of his hand into the area. It really did feel good, thus warranting your reactions to some extent, only you exaggerated them with a lot of pretty sounding ‘oohs’ and ‘awws’.
Arthur was quite clearly affected by the sound of your voice as he began to pant under his breath with the quietest groan slipping past his lips. You felt his free hand drop to his crotch, no matter how much he tried to hide it, you felt him holding his manhood, no doubt to ease the ache you were causing. This is exactly why you have so much fun teasing him because it’s only a matter of time before he catches onto what you’re doing.
“You’re really good at this,” You whine and lean forward a little, causing your shirt to ride up and reveal some skin, “Should come to you for a back massage more often,” You joke lightly, hoping that the humour disguises your true intent, only he doesn't answer.
You tilt your head to the side when he doesn’t answer and see the wanton look in his eyes, shrouded with desire and filthy thoughts, but as soon as he sees you looking, he quickly snaps out of it. “Huh? Did ya say something?” He asks as blood begins pooling in his cheeks, embarrassed for nearly getting caught.
You fought the urge to smirk and instead went for a warm, genuine smile. “I said you’re really good at this, Arthur,” You repeat your words for him, batting your eyelashes a little as you blush, really, truly blush, “And that I should come to you more often for a back massage.”
“Yeah,” He visibly gulps with an eager nod, his eyes dropping to your lips briefly, “Yeah, of course. Anytime, sweetheart.” He looks away, and from what you can only assume, it’s because he’s close to acting on his impulse to kiss you. “Um,” He clears his throat nervously, almost hesitant to speak, “Do you want me to lift your shirt a little? It’s fine if you don’t wanna, just think the bare contact of my hands on your back might feel better, might make you feel better I mean.”
“Yes. I love that,” You reply, then look straight ahead and bite your lip with a palpable pulse in your heat, just adoring the way he stumbles over his own words. For a man with such ferocity and focus when out on jobs with the guys, he can be really quite shy and unsure of himself at times when in your presence. You love the contrasts in his personality, it’s what drew you in from the very first moment you met him.
Leaning forward some more, you bend your knees to rest your cheek against your legs and close your eyes to relish in the comfort of his touch. It was the truth when you said he is really good at back massages. You could get used to this and would love to reciprocate the gesture for him too.
You hum contently with real moans of satisfaction slipping past your lips, not over the top or exaggerated, just authentic sounds of pleasure. “Makin’ me feel sleepy, Arthur,” You mumble with a smile, “I could fall asleep easily to this,” you giggle softly before reminding yourself of the role you’re playing, “Your hands are so big and warm, hitting all the right spots that just feel so fucking good.”
Your eyes suddenly spring open when he stops moving and tuts loudly. Fearing that the jig is up, you tilt your head to look at him, rolling your lips together to hide your amusement with flared nostrils as you fight the urge to laugh. Arthur looked at you with narrowed eyes, his expression stoic, yet cold and unforgiving.
“You playing with me, girl?” He hisses, crooking one eyebrow as your cheeks burn red from the fire in his words. You don’t answer him because you don’t know how to respond. He had caught you completely off guard, and the loss of the upper hand was exciting, however your silence speaks for you, answering his question loud and clear without a need for words and he acts on it accordingly.
“Was ya back even sore, darling? Or were you just looking for any excuse to feel my hands on your body?” He leans in to ask another question, holding your hip firmly while dragging his thumb across your skin, a small gesture that reassures he’s not actually annoyed or mad with you, but he is in fact enjoying the upper hand.
“Maybe.” You whisper, already feeling some of the wrath that’s about to come your way.
“Maybe.” He repeats your words, as if mocking you while he shakes his head, “Well, Y/N…” His hand slips around your front before yanking you back to feel the full extent of his erection poking into your ass from behind, “...Never tease me like that again…” He growls into your ear, his voice deep and seductive, “Not unless you want your cunt stuffed with my cock, sweetheart.”
“I do want that, Arthur,” You sigh as your head lolls back to his shoulder with a whine escaping you, “God, I want that so much, you don’t even know the half of it.”
“Oh, I can take a guess,” He rises from the floor, bringing you with him and keeping you glued to his chest as he walks towards his tent. “Now that I know you’ve been playing games, it clears a lot of things up from the past coupla weeks, don’t it?” He asks rhetorically. There wasn’t a need for an answer because he knows that he’s right, and you know that he’s right too.
Everything is becoming crystal clear for the man as each and every occasion where you’ve been teasing him has just resurfaced, thus fuelling his idea of revenge in the very best way. While walking to his tent, his hand remains on your lower stomach, his fingers dipping inside the waistband of your pants as he feels the hairs on the top of your mound.
"Want me to touch you down there, huh?" Arthur asks, and when you nod in reply, he chuckles sinisterly. "Well, that's just too bad ain't it. I gotta teach you a lesson first." He enters his tent with your hurriedly, “Get on your knees, Y/N.” He demands while closing the covers, concealing you both with much needed privacy. You drop to the floor eagerly, desperately, and look up at him with big doe eyes, your hands resting to your legs as you await his next instruction.
Arthur glares down at you, although there was a hint of love and excitement in his eyes for this very moment in which he’s dreamed about many nights, he holds off on the urge to be passionate and gentle. He instead chooses to be rough and merciless. “You hit my leg twice if it’s too much.” Arthur nods affirmatively while pulling the suspenders off his shoulders, letting them drop down his sides before reaching for the zipper on his jeans.
The man doesn’t even bother pulling his pants down, he just pulls his cock through the opening then reaches out to hold the back of your head. You spend a moment looking at his cock, your eyes widening with the thought of him stretching you open later. His length looked like it would be a perfect fit for you, but his girth was most impressive and just thinking about him inside of you makes your legs squeeze together. “Open that pretty little mouth for me.” He says, snapping you out of your amazement as you look back up at him.
You continue to hold Arthur’s direct line of sight as your mouth opens and he guides himself past your lips, his eyes threatening to close from the contact of your wet tongue. A brief crack in the rough character he was playing into. His mouth falls open with a groan spilling out as you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, sucking gently while swirling your tongue in a circular motion. You hum and moan when feeling him push forward, searching for more of your warmth wrapped around him.
“Oh, that’s it,” He grunts, eyes rolling to the back of his head upon hearing you gag. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” He pulls back, only to thrust forward again and hit the back of your throat, drawing out an obscenely loud and filthy sound of you choking. “Relax ya jaw… There, just like that.” He rewards your efforts with praise, “There ya go, good girl.”
Steadily rocking his hips back and forth, while grunting and groaning through the pleasure, you reach up and tug on his shirt, to which he looks down and sees what you’re asking for. Arthur then pulls his shirt off and looks back down to your eyes, watching the irises expand as you take in the sight of his top half nude. Your expression softens with lust, adoration and worship, and it makes his chest swell with pride and boosts his confidence. You could see it too. You could see the confidence exuding from him, all from a simple look.
Still holding his line of sight, you bob your head back and forth while continuing to admire his body. You watched in awe as the muscles in his stomach tensed with the build-up of his climax, you watched the way his biceps and his pecs flexed, drawing your attention to the sexy amount of hair on his chest or the brute strength in his arms, the veins so prominent and strong. Arthur could probably hold you in his arms and fuck you with ease, and that thought alone makes you mewl.
Your hands drop between your legs, cupping your pussy over the fabric of your pants to ease some of the ache in your muscles. It just felt so tight and sore, desperately needing to be stretched and massaged by his dick. Opening your mouth as wide as you could, you ignored the slight discomfort in your jaw and focused on all the beautiful noises he was making - because of you. This is all you ever wanted, to make Arthur feel so euphoric and lost within the pleasure that you provide.
“I’m close, darling,” He gasps, one hand reaching up to hold onto the beam above his head, and his other hand sliding down his stomach to flatten his palm over his lower abdomen. It’s as if the blissful feeling growing rapidly in his stomach was just so strong that it was almost too much.
You watch his brows knitting together tightly, his mouth falling open and spill delectable throaty groans as he rests his forehead against his upper arm, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. The sight looked so erotic and sinful, yet as pretty as a picture as the same time, especially from this angle as you look up and see the droplets rolling down his chest.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He rambles, grunting and whining in tandem with the movements of his hips rocking back and forth, chasing the peak of his orgasm. You sample a taste of his release with salty flavoured beads of cum leaking out onto your tongue and your eyes close on instinct as you hum and moan around him, the vibrations of your voice working perfectly to push him over the edge.
“Ughnn, fuuuck!” He cries out, and your eyes suddenly spring open for a second time this evening as he shoots a load into your mouth. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Arthur pleads, looking down at you with desperate eyes, “Take it, sweetheart. Take it all,” His body shudders, the skin dimpling with goosebumps as you gulp back ropes upon ropes of his seed and suck him clean until there was nothing left he could give.
Once the man's head comes back down from cloud nine, he kneels to the floor and cups your cheek before pulling you in to kiss your lips. You moan with surprise that he didn’t care about where your lips had just been. Past lovers would always make a fuss about it, but Arthur didn’t care. He even deepened the kiss and hummed, as if enjoying the remnants of his own desire on your tongue. It was turning you on even more, making you hungry and feral for his touch where you want it most.
“Arthur,” You beg, your hands pawing at his chest as he lowers his hands to your ass with a groping squeeze. You couldn’t take it any longer, the ache in your core was growing worse and you needed to feel some ease, whether it be his tongue, fingers or cock, you don’t care. You just need him to be the one who takes care of your needs.
Upon feeling his fingers slip inside the waistband of your pants to pull them down, you break from the kiss to lift your shirt over your head, exposing your top half completely. “Jesus,” He whispers while gazing at your chest, “Always wondered what you look like underneath.” He admits before ducking his head down to kiss the top of your breasts softly and gently, using the sharpness of his beard to tickle your skin in the most delightful way.
Your back arches into him, your breathing beginning to pant as his lips lower to your nipple. He seals his lips around the sensitive bud, drawing out the sweetest whine from your lips while tearing your pants down along with your undergarments. “Yes, oh fuck yes,” You reward him vocally as your head lolls back to savour every second of his loving touch.
Arthur’s hands slip around to your front, his fingers easily gliding through your folds, just oozing with your slick. “So warm and wet,” He grunts into your chest and traps your nipple between his teeth, biting carefully, pleasurably. “Mind if I indulge?” He asks, and you’re already shaking your head before he could finish asking. “No, God no. Please Arthur,” You beg, “Please hurry, I need you now, honey.”
The sound of your voice, so desperate and sweet, weakened the man's composure to maintain his dominance. The plan to teach you a lesson, to be rough and merciless, ultimately fell apart. He broke. He was crumbling like soft putty in your embrace before lifting you up the bed to evenly lay his weight down on top of you. “I gotchu, darling,” He whispers reassuringly while pulling his jeans down to his thighs, “I’ve got you, Y/N,” He repeats, clearer this time, firmer and with certainty.
Lining himself up at your entrance, you hold onto his biceps with your fingers digging into the brute strength of his muscles, nodding for him to continue. You want it, need it; need to feel him open and make love to you like no one else. “Ungh, God!” You yelp from the slight pinch when he breaches your walls, a yelp mixed with pain and pleasure. “Keep going,” You nod again, this time running your hands up to the back of his neck, urging him to close the gap and kiss you.
Arthur obliges. Kissing your lips passionately, yet fervently, it works as a distraction to the discomfort as he buries himself slowly, inch by inch. Once he’s buried to the hilt, and only then, he breaks from the kiss to look at you, unmoving to let you adjust, while admiring the lust clouding your eyes. Your desire coats the hairs on his mound, he can feel it, so plentiful and silky. You pulse around him, squeezing his cock so tightly that it causes him to grunt and exhale heavy breaths of satisfaction.
“God damn. I could cum like this. Just buried inside, feeling you fall apart on me.” He sighs, dropping his head to your neck and nipping kisses on your skin. He begins to grind, so careful and generous, his subtle movements felt incredible and the stimulation to your clit provided sensational pleasure. Arthur kept doing this, never, not once, breaking the rhythm, and he was right, he did climax just from the feeling of you falling apart. But he didn’t stop there.
All night long, the man kept grinding until you were exhausted and couldn’t take any more rounds of pleasure.
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