He needs you
Arthur Morgan x fem!reader
The material was tight, but not overwhelming. His gentle hands kneaded the laces and tied them together firmly. Although not too comfortable, it wasn’t suffocating. In a suave motion, his digits ran over the corset’s front, pressing a chaste peck to your exposed neck.
“Don’t know how you could wear somethin’ like this.” He breathed out, his voice hardly above a whisper.
Of course, the dim-witted man understood nothing of beauty or its standards.
"You would say that," you say, smirking.
He chuckled lowly into your skin. After checking the laces for one final time, he spun you around, his calloused hands settling on your waist.
“What’s that supposed’ta mean?” Arthur murmured, his gaze roaming leisurely up and down your figure.
"Beauty has rules, not that I'd expect you to know, you spend all your time around men"
He snorted in response to your comment, but a sly smirk was still plastered onto his lips. Taking a step closer to you, his grip on your waist tightened.
“Yeah? And what’s so bad about hangin’ round’ men?” He questioned, his gaze flicking down to your cleavage in-between words.
You wrap a hand around the back of his neck, pulling the tie of your corset slowly, untying the front. "You tell me"
Your words and actions made him gulp, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down. His gaze remained locked on the corset, and he found himself watching with hunger in his eyes as the fabric loosened.
He was a weak man when it came to you. Despite the fact that he never openly admitted it, he wanted you so much it hurt.
“Damn, sweetheart…” He muttered, his fingers twitching against your waist.
"You tell me" you say again, pulling his hair just enough to make him look at you in the eye.
He winced softly from the tug on his hair, and his gaze flickered up to meet your eyes.
“You’re too damn pretty…” He mumbled in a trance-like manner, staring at your face with a sort of desperate longing.
He knew he was being vulnerable, and he was embarrassed by the words he just said. But the need to touch you and feel your mouth against his was too intense for him to deny any longer.
You tug at his hair again, smirking. "You're gonna be good for me, yeah?" You ask, voice low and seductive, pulling my corset off to reveal the shift underneath.
His breath visibly hitched as the corset fell to the floor with a quiet thump. He forced his gaze to remain locked on your face, but it was difficult.
“Sweetheart…” He murmured, his tone pleading.
His fingers clutched at your hips, and he had the urge to pull you closer. As close as physically possible.
"Mm mm" you say, disappointed "Be good"
He sucked his lower lip into his mouth, eyes fluttering at your words.
“Please…” His low croons grew needier by the second. “Lemme touch you….”
Arthur was desperate, craving your touch. There was no way he could wait for you.
"You are touching me, baby"
He let out a shuddering sigh at that. The word “baby” sent a shiver down his spine, and only increased the desperation building up inside him.
“Ain’t enough…” He muttered, his hands gripping your waist tighter, and he pulled you flush against his body.
"I think its plenty" you smirk, teasing.
“You’re a tease, ya know that…?” He growled lowly, his gaze sharpening with lust.
He ducked his head, nose pressing into the crook of your neck. He inhaled softly; the sweet, subtle scent of your skin driving him wild again.