𝐀𝐍𝐗𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘
pairing : high honor!arthur morgan x fem!reader
summary : you decide to ask Arthur why he doesn't want anything more than light kisses and innocent touches.
warnings : NSFW, +18 MDNI, no use of y/n, f!receiving, nipple sucking, fingering, both reader and Arthur are desperate and horny, suggestive ending
word count : 2,5k
author's notes : first time writing for Arthur, my beloved, so it may be a little ooc. sorry for any writing error in advance (actually i don't write smut a long time ago 😭) and hope you like :)
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It was supposed to be a simple outing. You were tired of being stuck at the camp in Horseshoe Overlook, and Arthur, being the good fellow that he is — or perhaps a little tired of hearing you complain —decided to take you out for a ride. You wasted no time and quickly mounted your horse, eager to finally have some time alone, but mainly to be with the outlaw.
Your relationship with Arthur was unique. Both of you had acknowledged your feelings some time ago, yet it seemed as though your relationship had taken a step backward: he appeared to be somehow afraid to touch you, always avoiding any contact beyond what was appropriate.
You were tired of it. You wanted more than those tender touches that caused butterflies in your stomach. You wanted to feel all those sensations you heard other women talk about with him. And you were tired of using your imagination. After all, you were sweet on each other, right?
So you put your plan into action. After tying up the horses, you sat on a rock while watching him fish, and after some casual talk, you decided to confront him.
Just the question made him look closely at you, with a raised eyebrow and a confused expression. He quickly replied, and you tried not to blush. “Of course, darlin'. What's the question for?”
“Nothin'. Jus wonderin'…”
“That's a dangerous game.” Arthur joked, but realizing you hadn't said anything, he abandoned his fishing rod and approached you. He gently held your chin and lifted your face. Just this simple touch sent shivers down your spine, and you clenched your hands on your skirt. “What's making you so sad, huh?”
You swallowed hard as you stared into his beautiful blue-green eyes. You couldn't lose your nerve!
“It's your fault.”
Surprised, he slowly removed his hand from your chin and placed it on top of yours as he slowly knelt down. Arthur stared at you with lost and regretful eyes, as if he felt guilty for causing you great distress, and you did everything you could not to give up on it all and say it was no big deal.
“I…” For the first time, he seemed to be at a loss for words. “Did I do something I shouldn't have, sweetheart?”
“No, it's not that. It's more something ya didn't do…”
With this ambiguous response, Arthur became even more confused and lost. Something he hadn't done? He cleared his throat and caressed your delicate fingers, trying to get you to explain further.
“Ma sweet girl, I'm really confused. But I'm sorry if I did something to hurt you, that was never my intention.”
With that, he took your hands and brought them to his mouth, kissing them tenderly as if they would break. Your cheeks grew hot, and your entire body seemed to boil. That was the last straw. You couldn't take it anymore.
So you stood up suddenly, once again catching poor Arthur off guard. With each passing second, he became more confused.
You stared at him with a flushed face and took a deep breath.
“Arthur, you don't like my body, is that it?”
Again, the confusion never left his face. However, before he could say anything, you continued.
“Since we said we liked each other, you haven’t tried to touch me even once. Whenever we’re about to get to the point where things get more daring, either something happens or you push me away.” You felt like you couldn’t breathe. “I like your gentle touches and kisses, but I also want more. I don’t want you to hold back with me, Arthur.”
You fell silent and breathed quickly, trying to control the nervousness spreading through your body. You turned away, trying to control your tears.
What a fool. He'll think you're desperate.
The sound of Arthur getting up reached your ears, and before you could pull away, he pulled you against his strong chest and wrapped his arms around your body.
"Thank you for telling me how you feel. Really. And I…I really didn't want to make ya feel that way. I didn't want to scare ya or anything, so I thought it was better not to rush into things and ruin everything like the stupid bastard that I was. I should've noticed. Sorry, darlin'."
“Oh, Arthur. It's okay. I could have tell ya everything earlier.” You leaned against him and caressed his cheek, feeling his stubble. You stood on your tiptoes and kissed him, watching his cheeks turn pink. “Thank you for understanding.”
“Always, sweetheart.” He smiled and kissed your forehead, running his fingers through your hair. “Actually, I didn't want to scare you.”
You smiled and ran your hands over his broad back. “I would never leave you, Arthur. Never. But why would you think that would happen?”
Once again, his cheeks turned pink, and he tried to cover them with his hat. You laughed and moved your hands up to his shoulders. “I didn't know big bad outlaw Arthur Morgan could be so shy.”
“Darlin', I…”
“What? What can be so bad that ya wanna hide from me?"
It was after that question that it all started. One thing led to another, and before you knew it, you were straddling a rock with Arthur's mouth on your nipples. One of his arms wrapped tightly around your body, preventing you from moving, and the other gently squeezed your other breast.
Throughout all this, he hadn't touched the center of your legs even once. However, that didn't stop the wetness from settling there and increasing with every moment you felt his wet tongue touch your nipple.
Your clitoris throbbed against your drawers, and you, trying to find some relief, began to rub yourself against Arthur's clothed leg. He squeezed your waist tighter.
"Ya don't move, until I say so, alright darlin'?" His husky voice whispered in your ear, making you moan eagerly. God, how much you needed him.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, trying to feel his body against yours. Getting no response from you, his mouth enveloped your other nipple and bit it lightly, making you moan again.
“D'ya hear me? I wanna hear your sweet voice, princess.”
You took a deep breath.
“Yes, Arthur. I won't move…”
He kissed your cheek affectionately, making you melt. What did you do to deserve a man like this to call your own?
“That's my girl. My sweet girl.”
The compliments warmed the pit of your stomach, and you nestled into the crook of his neck. It felt so good to receive compliments from him.
His calloused hand left your chest and snaked down to your hip, sending shivers of anticipation through your entire body.
Finally.
Your skirts were lifted and Arthur came face to face with the products of arousal that your pussy had been releasing throughout the lengthy teasing. You bit your lip, embarrassed.
"Look at'chu, what a mess. I haven't even touched you properly yet and ya already all wet. Ma darlin', ya are really desperate, aren't ya?”
You moaned in embarrassment and tried to close your thighs, but Arthur's strong grip prevented them from moving.
"Where do ya think ya are goin'? Let me see that pretty pussy of ya, sweetheart. Ya'll show me, ain't ya?"
You nodded without thinking twice, eager to feel his fingers finally touch you there. Arthur smiled and removed your drawers, finally revealing your pussy hidden between your curls.
You nodded without thinking twice, eager to feel his fingers finally touch you there. Arthur smiled and removed your drawers, finally revealing your pussy hidden between your pubic curls.
You sighed with relief and, fighting your shyness, opened your legs wider, revealing yourself to him. Hearing no response or anything of the sort, you slowly lifted your heavy head.
“Arthur?” You called out in a breathless voice.
However, your voice did not reach the outlaw's ears, who was completely focused on the liquid slowly leaking from your pussy. His mouth went dry and the air seemed to leave his lungs.
A sudden thirst settled in his throat. He looked like a drunk staring at his favorite drink before drinking it. Like a predator staring at its prey before attacking.
“Arthur?” This time, your voice reached him and his blue-green eyes stared at you. He swallowed hard and squeezed your thighs.
“Shit, darlin’. Ya don’t know how much time I was waitin’ for this.” And slowly, his mouth moved closer until you felt his breath against your throbbing clit.
And suddenly, his wet tongue ran all over your pussy, making you scream and shake your whole body. Your screams were music to his ears.
“Arthur…what are you doing!?”
Instead of answering, the outlaw began to suck all over your pussy, alternating between your clit and your little hole. Your whole body arched, and you began to press your thighs against his head.
Sweat accumulated on your forehead, and it became increasingly difficult to control your panting breath. All you could do was moan loudly and grab the man's brown hair so he wouldn't leave.
The only thought in your little head was how his tongue wrapped around your clitoris and licked your inner walls.
At no moment did Arthur cease the abuse of your sensitive pussy. He sucked desperately, as if he wanted to extract even more of the sweet nectar that ran down your thighs.
With each lick, Arthur felt more and more intoxicated and addicted. It tasted like a cold whiskey after a long and exhausting day. God, how long had he been missing out on this?
“God damn, sweetheart, ya taste like heaven.”
His blue eyes, filled with lust, stared at your expression lost in pleasure. You couldn't be more beautiful: messy hair and a few stray strands stuck to your face; rosy cheeks; mouth open in a perfect “o” and teary eyes, which seemed to beg for more of his gentle and precise touch.
Looking like a fucking masterpiece.
Suddenly, he pulled away, causing you to whimper and grumble at the loss of his tongue.
“Why did you stop?”
Arthur let out a hoarse laugh and brought his calloused fingers close to your moist heat. The movement made your clitoris contract with excitement and caused waves of heat to run through your entire body.
“What a desperate darlin' I have. Can't wait a second.” He smiled and slipped a finger inside you, feeling the wet walls squeeze him. He let out a moan, unable to stop thinking about what it would feel like to feel this tightness around his cock. Just that thought was enough to make his member throb against his pants.
He could wait. Your pleasure was more important right now.
“Oh my God, Arthur!” You moaned loudly and squeezed his hair tighter in your sweaty hand. God, a single finger of his seemed to fill you as much as two of yours. You couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to feel his cock there. Would you feel full?
You whimpered, and Arthur added another finger, opening you up and stretching you even more. His other hand moved over your sensitive clitoris, making you writhe with pleasure.
"Look at'chu, drippin' all over ma fingers. Is that what'cha wanted, princess?"
You moaned once more and began to move against the thrusts created by his fingers inside you. With each movement, you could hear the obscene sounds of your soaked pussy. “Yes, Arthur…it feels so good. Don't stop, please.”
“Yeah, that's ma good girl. So sweet n perfect for me. How could a bastard like me deserve someone like ya?”
“You're…You're worth of it, Arthur. God, I love ya so much.” Tears formed in the corners of your eyes from the stimulation you were receiving. God, you couldn't take it much longer.
Arthur grunted and kissed your red cheek gently, then your half-open lips. Your hands moved to his cheeks, feeling the wet stubble of his beard against your warm hands. The kiss was a mess of tongues and saliva, but neither of you cared. You could taste your sweetness in his mouth.
“I love ya too, ma darlin',” he said with his mouth close to yours, feeling your rapid breathing. “Could ya take another one for me?”
You nodded slowly and Arthur smiled slyly.
“Such a good girl.” And so the third finger went inside you, widening the small cavity even more. God, you already felt so full. You moaned against him and your mouths joined once more.
His fingers didn't stop even once, abusing your little pussy once again. Every time they left your warmth, you could hear the wet noises it made.
When you started to feel short of breath, you pulled away and clung to him like a fragile branch as his fingers quickly moved in and out.
“Arthur.” You called him slowly. “I'm not gonna last any longer…”
“Come for me, sweetheart. I got ya.” He pressed your body against his and started kissing your neck, making you moan. "I can't wait until ya take ma cock. Shit, ya are goin' to be so perfect. All open n full of me. What a damn vision."
You moaned at the sight and squeezed the fabric of his shirt until your fingers were almost white.
"This pretty n needy pussy will take me so good. So perfect that maybe ya won't be able to walk straight after that. Is that what ya want, isn't it darlin'?
“Yes! Yes! I want it so badly, Arthur.” You practically screamed as your walls squeezed his fingers. Your mind went blank, and you came against his fingers. You whimpered, and your tired body literally melted against his, recovering from your orgasm.
Slowly he withdrew his fingers and sighed as he lost the tightness between them. Arthur laughed when he saw that his whole hand was wet and brought it to his mouth, tasting your divine flavor once again. “Look at this, all wet and so sweet.”
“Stop it…” You blushed and nestled into his neck, embarrassed. With his other hand, Arthur gently caressed your head.
“You did so good, princess.” He kissed your cheek, making you laugh. Soon after, he joined his mounth on yours.
“Thank you.” You said as you pressed your forehead against his.
"Anythin' f'ya. But sweetheart, next time I'll show you what really means lose your mind. Jus like ya want it."
The sweet promise sent pleasant shivers throughout your body.