happy (very belated) Valentine’s Day, @the-awkward-outlaw ! i hope you enjoy this!
summary: Arthur Morgan has never been very good at talking about his thoughts and feelings. He finds it much easier to show them, and he hopes he’s doing it the right way.
Sunlight filtered delicately through the trees in the early morning. Birds chirped somewhere above, hidden among the flourishing summer canopy, a shadow dashing here and there between the branches. A squirrel scurried around roots on the forest floor, pausing only to dig at a spot and sniff before deciding it was fruitless and moving on.
This@rdr-secret-cupid is for @outlawsworld ! I’m so sorry about it being a little late. I really hope that you like this, I really tried to incorporate horses and your appearance the best that I could without being overbearing.
Sorry about any formatting issues, I’m on mobile!
Happy (belated) Valentine’s Day!
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The Way He Touched You
Arthur Morgan x Reader
Word Count: 2,350
Warnings: None really, but there is briefly some hostile words and behaviors aimed at the reader.
You were a successful seductress and thief. You were making hundreds, sometimes thousands of money from tempting big burly oafs. They always figured you were no threat, with your small stature and physique. And don’t forget about your oh-so-charming Southern Belle act! These men were fools, and you played them like a fiddle.
Your mistake was staying in the same town and seducing every man who lived there. You no longer had an audience. No bites. No money. Until one day, when a new man rode into town on the finest horse you’d ever seen. He was loaded. But he was big, and strong.
You seduced the man, tricking him into buying you two a night at the nicest hotel around. Once you made your way into the room, however, that’s where things went wrong.
You’d gotten to the point in your routine where you would normally incapacitate your victim. Normally you would find an object close by, like a candle stick or a boot that had been kicked off. Well, when you smashed a glass dish over the man’s head, he did not pass out. Rather, he started bleeding profusely and screaming at you. You bolted out of the hotel, bursting through the door and jumping on the first horse you saw: his.
With a quick kick to the sides the Arabian horse went into a full gallop, the sound of its hooves hitting the ground mixed in with the angry yells of the man you just failed to rob.
Pretty soon, the law and the townspeople were on you. But your stolen horse was faster than them. Eventually it seemed that they had given up. You couldn’t hear or see anything. You slowed the horse and dismounted, giving it a nice pat and an apple (which was also stolen).
You must have fallen asleep, because when you woke up to the sound of thundering hooves and angry men the sky was a different shade of blue. Luckily the horse you’d stolen, who you now recognized was a girl, was still nearby, grazing on the overgrown grass. Unfortunately, she was not a very camouflaged horse. She was the brightest shade of white with a pink nose and blue eyes. The mob found you easily.
You ran and mounted the mare, kicking her to make her go. The horse bolted, and you made decent ground, but the howling of nearby wolves spooked her and she threw you off.
“Fuck!“ You were panicking. You had no other means of escaping. Horse theft was punishable by hanging. Is this how you would go? Suddenly a horse skidded and stopped beside you.
“Those friends of yours?” The man asked.
“No! Can you get me outta here?” You were on the verge of crying. You didn’t want to die.
“I can try! Hop on up here, miss.” You hoped you could trust this man. With a prayer you hopped onto the back of the man’s horse, and after grabbing hold of his shirt you were off. His horse galloped faster than the Arabian had for you, perhaps he was a kind and tender man with his horse.
The man, whose name you had learned was Arthur, took you into a concealed part of the wilderness. You were scared of where he was bringing you, but more scared of what would happen if you jumped off. You saw the dim light of a campfire, the sound of people talking, horses snorting back and forth as they noticed a stranger approaching.
You found yourself in a camp full of people. Arthur lead you over to a tent, where a man with jet black hair and a mustache greeted you. You told him your story, and he laughed and recommended you become friends with a girl named Karen. Apparently she was in a similar “business” as you.
That was almost a full year ago now.
Now you were a dutiful helper around camp. You of course did the regular chores that Ms. Grimshaw assigned you, but you had also become the caretaker of the gang’s horses.
Except Arthur’s. He insisted on taking care of his mare. The one time he had found you taking care of his horse he didn’t talk to you the rest of the day! You found it strange but you respected his wishes.
Currently you were grooming Taima, Charles’ Appaloosa mare. You were running a brush through her black and white fur, giving her encouraging words as you went on. You had finished your other chores: washing and drying clothes, washing bowls for the evening stew; the same old routine. A calm breeze drifted through the camp, causing leaves to flap around and Taima’s man to flow, ever so slightly.
You noticed the sound of hooves alongside the rustling of the flora around you. Arthur was riding in. He had been gone a couple of days on a hit. His horse looked exhausted, covered in sweat and mud.
“Hey, Arthur.” You greeted him. He tipped his hat towards you. He hitched his horse and walked towards you.
“Would you mind givin’ my old girl a brush?”
“I thought you didn’t like me tendin’ to your horse.” He sensed the slight attitude in your voice, you’d been holding a slight, although stupid, grudge since Arthur went silent on you.
“Please, (Y/N), she’s filthy. I can’t tend to ‘er right now…” Arthur headed off to Dutch’s tent, followed by the closing of the flaps. You gave Taima a once over; she looked shiny and clean. You headed over to Arthur’s mare, who nickered in response to you patting her hindquarters.
You gently brushed her, caked mud falling off with ease. She would need a real bath to return to her solid black color. You cleaned her as best as you could. Although her white socks were still a beige color, she looked pristine everywhere else.
Arthur soon returned, letting out a low whistle at the sight of his horse. Of course he didn’t like that he didn’t do it himself, but he praised you on your grooming work.
“You wanna go for a ride, (Y/N)?”
“Why?” You eyed him suspiciously.
“Do you wanna go for a ride or not?”
Without another word you got up on Arthur’s horse and wrapped your arms under his, your hands resting on his shoulders. The mare trotted into the woods, and once you all reached the main road you took off towards Valentine.
When you arrived, Arthur hitched his horse up outside of the stable. Was he buying treats? You followed him inside the stable, where he was greeted by the owner who was eyeing you suspiciously.
“Whatcha think about that one?” Arthur pointed towards a palomino American Standardbred.
“That’s a fine horse,” you said quietly. You didn’t have the money for such a creature, which you voiced with Arthur.
“‘Scuse me sir, I’d like to purchase this horse for my wife!” Arthur gestured towards the golden horse. Wife? Wife? Your face flushed red with anxiety and embarrassment. Arthur paid for the horse, your horse. He got you basic tack as well, and made sure you were good to ride. You didn’t know what to say.
You began to leave the stable, but the owner called after you.
“Wait! Here’s a brush and some treats… for… you…” A realization had been made. “Why— sir! That ain’t your wife! That’s the whore that stole all the men’s money in this town!”
“Don’t you call my wife no such thing.” Arthur warned the man, his hand gripping
his holster. You were flabbergasted, both at Arthur’s new title for you and that you had been caught… again.
The man grabbed at the skirt of your dress, trying to pull you off of your horse. You kicked at him, “Stop it!” You hissed at him, glaring him down. You weren’t scary at all, but perhaps Arthur’s presence gave you a leg up in intimidation. He grabbed at you again, his dirty hand gripping your thigh through the fabric. Without hesitation Arthur drew his pistol and shot the man, blood splatter making its impression on your dress and skin. Now you were certain your dress was soiled.
“Let’s go.” Arthur grumbled. Arthur called for his horse and mounted up. You both calmly left the stable, but you felt like you were burning alive with all of the eyes on you two. You could hear a familiar voice, the sheriff. As soon as you and Arthur had made it close to the outskirts, you bolted. You made a detour and headed towards Emerald Ranch, to avoid giving directions to camp if somebody followed you.
The sheriff and his deputies followed you, but gave up easily. Your horse was kind to you, and easy to handle. But he began to spook. You held on tightly to the reins, causing the horse even more irritation.
“Let loose on the reins, keep your ass in the saddle!” Arthur guided you. You already knew this, but you tried your best to follow his directions. Your horse did calm down after a moment, snorting at you after the ordeal. Arthur smiled smugly at you.
“So I’m your wife now, huh?” You teased Arthur, who was flushed a crimson red. He hadn’t really thought about that.
“In Valentine you are.”
If only he knew how you felt about it. You didn’t push it. You thanked Arthur for your horse, who you’d decided to call Flavian, after his golden appearance. Arthur thought the name was weird, but didn’t question it. The two of you rode off towards camp, traveling through the oil fields to get back. It was a long ride, but a safe one. The hot sun burned your skin, turning you pink. You didn’t think you’d be in the sun for so long, you hadn’t really prepared.
In a daze, you felt something hit your chest. Arthur’s hat. You looked at him, his head already facing forward.
“You’re turnin’ red. Just wear it for now.” You put on the hat, the scent of him forcing its way into your nose and causing a familiar heat to rush to your face. You reached the wooded surroundings of the camp, just as the sun began to set.
After you’d arrived Arthur grabbed a bowl of Pearson’s stew and retreated to his tent. You grabbed a bowl as well and followed Arthur, you needed to give his hat back. When you got close enough, Arthur was sitting and holding his head in his hands, frustrated.
“Arthur?”
“Yes, Miss (Y/N)?” He seemed startled.
“Your hat…” You pulled the hat off of your head, reaching it out for him to take. He looked up at you, beet red. He reached for the hat and gently took it from your hand. “Are you okay…?” You stepped closer, into his tent. He seemed a bit concerned about this, his eyebrows knitting together.
“I’m fine, Miss (Y/N). Just tired. Confused.”
“Confused about what, Arthur?”
“You.”
“Well, what about me?” You kind of laughed, trying to conceal any nervousness in your voice.
“Well, I— It’s not important, (Y/N).”
You silently took a deep breath. You stepped closer to Arthur and sat down beside him on his cot. He recoiled a bit. Ouch.
“What, Arthur?” You were hurt at how repulsed he seemed to be by your presence. Sure, he bought you a horse, but probably because Dutch or Hosea told him to.
“The way that man touched you today. I didn’t like it.” He mumbled. He knew of your past, how you used to tempt men. What did Arthur mean?
The thought of you ever being touched by somebody filled Arthur with a quiet anger. He was jealous today. Jealous and protective and possessive. Over a woman that wasn’t his to begin with. He had been for months, and it worried him.
“I didn’t like him touchin’ you. I don’t like… I don’t like anybody touchin’ you!”
“Arthur.” You brought your small frame closer to him. This time he didn’t recoil. You turned your head to look at him, his eyes avoiding you. You brought a gentle hand to his forearm, his bright turquoise eyes met your green ones. “Arthur I’m in love with you… how could you not tell? Ever since you saved me…”
“You can’t be in love with me…” Arthur laughed with a hint of sadness. He turned to face you, your knees touching. He brought a calloused hand to your cheek, looking like he wanted so desperately to kiss you, but pulled himself away. He seemed ashamed.
“But I am. I am in love with you, Arthur Morgan.” You looked down at the ground, fearful of what he might respond with.
How could you be so vulnerable? How could you just tell him you’ve been in love with him for a year? What now? Were you going to tell him how every time he left on a mission that you’d be so sick to your stomach with worry that you were scared you’d vomit? How you felt a twinge of jealousy and then guilt when he interacted with any of the girls? How every time you saw him you’d try to take a picture in your mind, just in case?
Tears pricked at your eyes. Oh, great, you were crying now. Arthur lifted your head back up and wiped his thumb across your cheek, wiping your tears away. He smiled softly at you.
“We can talk about this later, (Y/N)… I can’t stand seein’ you cry.”
You latched onto Arthur, in the tightest hug you could manage. He brought his big arms around you, careful not to squeeze too tight.
You don’t remember much of anything after. Arthur had been right, you were both exhausted from the heat today.
The next morning you woke up, still encased in Arthur’s arms. It was still early, nobody else had woken up but you were sure somebody had seen the two of you. Arthur also seemed to be awake, and ran his fingers through your hair.
A/N: Heyo! This is for the lovely @that-wimpy-cowboy-doll who requested something with Arthur for the Valentines Gift thingy! Apologies for this being a little late; work has been short-staffed lately, which meant my writing time was cut to a considerably small amount. Hopefully this is what you want; if not, I’m totally fine with adjusting it to your needs! Much love!
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The night air was cool, a slight breeze disturbing the grass as you sat near the rock ledge at Horse Shoe Overlook. It was a relatively safe place. It was quiet, secluded; hardly a chance of being followed by any unsavory characters. Most of the gang was able to relax with the threat of danger having been quelled. At least for the time being spirits were high. That was evident by the faint sounds of guitar music and off-key singing reaching your ears. Normally you would be over there joining in on all the merriment.
But not tonight.
Tonight you had sequestered yourself away from the others, their positive auras putting a damper on your already bad mood. That and the thought that Arthur could return at any moment, his clothes all mussed from a full day of riding, and the sour expression that usually donned his face disappearing as he joined the other outlaws by the fire, oblivious to your inner turmoil. It made you sick to your stomach just thinking about it even now.
Suppressing a shiver, you wrapped your arms around yourself and dangled your legs over the ledge. The grasslands below were quiet. Not even a rabbit stirred among the foliage. It seemed to mirror the loneliness that was slowly building up within you. In some ways it was a small comfort; if you were feeling lonely, why shouldn’t the rest of the world feel lonely too.
A sigh involuntarily escaped your lips as your mind continued to think of the surly outlaw.
You had met him nearly over a year ago during one of your excursions to Blackwater. The gang hadn’t settler properly then; Arthur was sent as a look-out of sorts to scout the area and see if anything looked promising. You, on the other hand, were simply a farmers child running a few errands. It almost seemed like fate when you really thought about it. You hadn’t planned to be out and about, but your mother, a strong and very convincing woman, had insisted you go looking for another bolt of cloth. In reality, you suspected she had been hoping you would find a suitor. A dreamers hope really.
You had never been interested in anyone. Blackwater was a dry desert full of farmers desperate to pull together a boom town. They were all boring individuals; either expecting a spouse who would commit to more than their fair share of work or someone to produce a large family, which was something you weren’t ready for.
Not to mention your mother had talked you up to half the eligible suitors in town creating an aura of embarrassment and anxiety.
As you made your way through the various builders and hagglers, you had finally come to the only general store for miles. The building was crude, more of a haphazard collections of walls and roof, but it was enough to get the job done. The owner of the store, a middle-aged man with a full beard and thinning blonde hair, stood behind a pile of wooden boxes that served as a counter with a welcoming gleam in his eye.
“Hello there. What can I do for you today?”
“Morning Andrew, just here to pick up some cloth. Nothin’ too special.”
Andrew’s mouth pulled into a small smile.
“Well, we don’t have too much, but everything we have is in the corner over to your right. Help yourself.”
Nodding in thanks, you had turned around and smacked right into something solid. Apparently there had been another person in the store, but you hadn’t noticed. You felt yourself start to fall. Not only had you knocked into the stranger, but you had snagged the back of your trousers under your shoe. Needless to say, the ground came up pretty hard.
“Oh, sorry ma’am. Are you alright?”
It was with those six simple words that your life changed forever.
After the embarrassing encounter, Arthur, having been the recipient of your clumsiness, had offered to buy you a drink to clear up any misgivings. Naturally, you accepted. A few drinks later and you had divulged your entire life story; how many siblings you had, your mother’s knack for finding all your flaws, the way your father hardly spoke any words when he was at home, and how the chickens on your farm absolutely detested you with every fiber of their flightless being.
Arthur had remained a bit more tactful in that regard, but he had found you charming and amusing, so he asked to see you a second time. And then a third. And then a fourth. He asked to frequently to spend time with you, that you were hardly at home. Your parents were quite happy with the prospects of a possible marriage, even if they had never met the man in question.
One day, while the two of you were out on a leisurely stroll, Arthur had decided it was time to come clean about his life story. To say you were shocked was too simple. An outlaw? And not only that, but a member of one of the most notorious gangs out there; The Vanderlinde gang? It was a lot to take in. Despite your obvious feelings for him, you had asked for some space to think about everything he had said, even going to your mother for some hypothetical advice.
Clearly your misgivings hadn’t been too difficult to overcome considering you were here now with the gang, but, at the time, it felt like the hardest choice of your life. Now, here you still were, legs over the ledge, and your annoyance at Arthur continuing to grow.
A part of you felt a bit guilty for your frustrations, knowing that Arthur already does enough around camp without having to cater to your feelings, but it was the anniversary of the first day you had bumped into that man in the store. You had hoped to have been able to spend the day together. Maybe a picnic in the fields or a day in town, but Dutch had sent him on mission after mission, without any signs of protest from Arthur. It seemed to you as if he didn’t care at all.
“Hey darlin’. What are you doin’ all the way out here, huh?”
You’d recognize that voice anywhere. The drawl was hard to miss. Your knight in dusty denim had arrived. A little too late, you thought darkly.
Your silence became an invisible barrier between the two of you, as Arthur took a few tentative steps closer and eased himself onto the grass next to you. His own legs dangled over the rocky ledge next to you. They were close, but he left a considerably larger space than you were used too.
The quiet lingered for a while, neither of you saying anything; you looking anywhere but Arthur and the outlaw whistling and bobbing his left leg.
“So,” he said, finally breaking the silence. “I can tell somethin’s botherin’ ya. What’s wrong?”
You twisted your head too officially look at Arthur. His signature hat with the bullet hole was perched atop his scraggly mop of dark blond locks, his beard was a bit unkempt as well, and there was a thing veil of exhaustion behind his eyes. Your irritability evaporated.
“Do you know what today is, Arthur?” You asked quietly. He stared back at you, an odd expression on his face, and you took that to mean the worst. “I figured as much. I’m gonna go to bed Arthur. You come when you’re ready.”
As you made to stand up, Arthur clasped his hand gently around your wrist, stopping you.
“You think I’d forget?” He said, quiet as yours had previously been. “You think I’d forget one of the most important days of my life? The day we met?”
You locked eyes with him once again.
“Darlin’, I know things haven’t been easy lately, and I haven’t been able to spend much time with you.” He continued, voice full of emotion. “But don’t think for a second that you aren’t a priority. You mean more to me than the stars do the night sky.”
You felt tears brim at the corners of your eyes, and you flung yourself forward and wrapped your arms tightly around his waist.
“Oh Arthur!” You cried, the reassurance he had given you making your heart soar. Arthur chuckled and returned the hug, his had brushing gently against the small of your back. When you pulled away, he had a sheepish grin on his face. He dug in his pockets and took out a small bundle of cloth.
“Here. Open it.”
Taking the cloth in your hands, you gingerly peeled back the fabric to reveal a small comb with a flower decoration engraved on the ridge. It looked eerily similar to the one your mother had used when you were young.
“I remembered you sayin’ somethin’ about a comb that your mother had, so I had one made up for you.”
“Thank you, Arthur. This is the best gift anyone has ever given me.” You gushed, before learned forward to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.
Arthur smiled and clasped his hand in yours, before resting his head on your shoulders. The two of you stayed there for a while, just watching the stars and enjoying each others company while the sounds of the gang and the crackling fires faded into the background.
Summary: You had been caught during your mission to infiltrate the FETA corporation, but fortunately you had struck a deal to keep your cover. Unfortunately, however, the deal was not on your terms. A very dishonorable Arthur Callahan had you paying for his silence in his apartment, but he had never brought the terms of the agreement to the workplace. Until now.
Author’s Notes: I wasn’t expecting to write a sequel, but I got horny.
Tags: low honor Arthur, modern AU, bad spy plot as a cover for porn, porn tropes, doggy style, dirty talk, rough sex, office sex, standing sex, creampie, ambiguous ending
Arthur shook his head and looked at his client straight in the eyes. “No sir, haven’t found him. He’s stopped his movements. Maybe he left?”
The rotund man stroked his beard with all the cliché slowness of a James Bond villain. He looked as if he was stuffed into a business suit purchased off the shelf with shoulder seams that lined up with the top of his arms rather than his shoulders. “Maybe he’s biding his time until the heat is off of him. You said you nearly caught him after you started monitoring the 14th floor?”
“Yup.”
The man let out a sigh. “Well, stick around for another couple of weeks. At least find out what he took and report back to me.”
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You typed away, filing reports and organizing meetings with the ease of a veteran party planner. Getting ten busy people to agree to one time slot wasn’t nearly as hard as everyone made it out to be; it was just a simple matter of tenacity and patience with these kinds of people. Alpha personalities, all who need their needs catered to, could easily be manipulated into cooperating if they smell profit for themselves.
When taking that into account, it was easy to cajole partners into coming to the office for in-person meetings by luring them in with promises of free lunch and opportunities to line their pockets with extra profits.
You were damn good at your job.
But you were supposed to be a corporate spy. What were you doing, performing actualwork?
You had to lay low. After your “run-in” with Arthur in the warehouse last week, the two of you had agreed that he would turn a blind eye to your actions, but that you had to be very careful not to be caught by anyone else, as he was sure he wasn’t the only investigator on the payroll. In exchange, you would visit him after work for, as he called it, “insurance.”
Every night, you’d go up to his small studio apartment and knock slowly on his door three times followed by another three quick raps. He’d open it, drag you inside, and fuck you silly. It was animalistic, pure lust that drove the two of you to tear off each other’s clothes and fornicate wildly. And in the end, you always begged him to come inside of you, and he always gave it to you, a wicked grin on his face.
And every time, you would quickly wash up and leave, despite his attempts to cajole you into staying. He never threatened to blow your cover at those times; perhaps the post-nut bliss made him a little more tame, more forgiving. But you always left as quickly as possible, not wanting to foment any intimacy. You couldn’t afford any emotional connection. This was purely physical.
You knew it was twisted, this farce of a relationship. At work, you were fierce and he was friendly. At his place, you were compliant and he was commanding. In a strange way, coming to him felt like a release from the control you held tightly in your white-knuckled grip during the day.
The familiar sound of a mail cart being rolled around on the threadbare carpet was Pavlovian in its effect on you. Squeezing your thighs together, you took a deep breath and continued to work, ignoring the heated gaze that Arthur directed at you once he rounded the corner.
“Hey there,” he said amicably, waving his hand once. While anyone else might see him as a nice guy with a placid smile, what you noticed immediately was the smirk on his lips as he passed your desk, and the subtle flick of his wrist as he dropped something from his shirt sleeve to land quietly on top of your keyboard. He walked away smoothly, not a single step out of pace as he headed back towards the elevators, but not before shooting you one last, suggestive glance.
A moment was all it took for the lust in his eyes to hit you like a fireball. You swallowed and continued to type, although for a good ten seconds, you realized you were typing the previous paragraph over again. Glancing around and noting that no one was around, you took the small piece of paper, folded up into a compact triangle, and unraveled it.
Meet me in the mail room at lunch.
You looked up at the clock. It was 11:35am. You checked your schedule. Realizing that it was open for once, you wrapped up what you were doing and made your way down to the elevator hallway. Your heart thumped harder with each step, your hands growing a little clammy. Was it nerves? Or was it anticipation?
Perhaps a little bit of both.
***
“You made it, darlin’,” Arthur said delightedly as he looked up and saw you enter the mailroom. The place was small, but well kept. You weren’t surprised; Arthur’s apartment was just as organized. There were shelving units all along the walls, with a desk in the middle of the room, flanked by two folding tables, one labeled OUT and the other labeled IN. The desk had very little on it, just a dusty all-in-one computer with a dingy keyboard and mouse.
“Why am I here?” you asked. You already had a hunch, but he wouldn’t do this here, would he? He might blow his own cover.
He got up from his shitty hand-me-down office chair and stalked towards you. Instinctively, you backed up until you hit the door. His eyes held yours as he reached down and locked the handle.
“Yer a smart girl,” he said softly. “I think you know why you’re here.”
You swallowed, then nodded slowly. Yeah, you knew. Your body certainly knew, as heat pulsed between your legs.
A warm thread of desire wound its way through the tone of his voice, making him sound raspy, barely on the cusp of control. “Spread your legs.”
You took in a deep breath as you widened your stance. You knew better than to touch anything; Arthur was the kind of man who wanted to do everything himself.
He took the hem of your skirt and slowly lifted it. The fabric dragged along your thighs until it bunched up around your waist. Your turquoise lace panties barely hid the fact that you were wet, had been since you had received his note.
“Naughty girl,” he murmured as he placed two fingers over your slit, pressing against the damp fabric. “Thinkin’ dirty thoughts?”
“Your fault,” you breathed.
“Oh? How so?” He slowly rubbed his fingers against you, pressing down on your clit as he did.
Your mind short-circuited, and you couldn’t quite come up with a witty response. “Your stupid note.”
Arthur chuckled. “I could’ve just been askin’ you out for lunch.” His fingers pressed harder, stroked you faster through the fabric.
Your attempt at a sarcastic huff came out as a soft moan instead.
“Admit it. You like this.” He leaned in closer, crowding you against the door, his breath on your ear. “You want this. You needthis.”
You whimpered. His deep voice vibrated into your very bones.
He growled softly as he slipped his fingers past your panties, gliding them inside of your slippery channel. “My dirty little spy,” he crooned in your ear. “You want to come on my fingers or my cock?”
Without hesitation, you answered. “Your cock, please, your cock.”
You could feel the smile on his lips against the sensitive skin of your temple before he placed his other hand around your mouth. You had a millisecond to wonder why before he started to rub your center at a furious pace.
“Quiet now, darlin’,” he said as he fingered you. “You don’t want anyone to know what a little slut you are, do you?”
You shut your eyes and controlled your moans, but as he brought you closer and closer to the edge, you couldn’t help yourself and let out a whine of desperation.
Arthur’s deep rumble in reply sent shivers down your spine. “You need it, don’tcha?”
You nodded. You tried not to show how desperate you were for his touch, but a small, pathetic noise escaped your throat anyway. You were a heated, trembling mess.
He nibbled on the shell of your ear as he slowed his touch. “Too bad, I ain’t ready to end this just yet.”
Letting you go, he caught you by your waist as you crumpled, barely able to stand. You were so damn close, frustration welling deep in your bones.
“Dammit Callahan!” you hissed as he led you back to his desk. You opened your mouth to shit talk him, but your words died in your throat as he grabbed your neck and guided you slowly down until you lay on top of his desk.
“The only words I want to hear from that pretty mouth of yers is ‘yes sir’, ‘please sir’, and thank you sir’,” he growled. “Otherwise, you better be moanin’ my name.”
HIs eyes pinned you down as effectively as his big hands. “Y-yes sir,” you said automatically, easily submitting to his command. If only life were so easy: give this man what he wanted, and he would take care of you.
But at least for a little while, you didn’t have to think.
“Good girl,” he said, smiling as he released his grip on your neck. He let his hand trail down your chest, and gave one of your breasts a playful squeeze before he stroked down your belly, then rested his hand over your mons and patted you there gently. “Now, lift yer skirt, sweetheart.”
With a quick, dutiful nod, you obeyed, lifting your ass up just enough to tuck the fabric up around your waist. As you started to slide your panties down, he lightly batted your hands away. Instead, he took the turquoise fabric in his hands and slid it off of your body. His fingers skimmed over your skin as he lifted your legs and pulled your panties off, leaving your legs hanging over his shoulder.
“I’ll keep these fer now,” he said, pocketing your panties. “You certainly won’t need’em.”
“But—”
He slapped your ass. “Are you questionin’ me?”
You bit your lip. “No, sir.”
Leaning down, Arthur gripped your jaw firmly. “You goin’ to be my good girl, ain’t that right?”
“Yes, sir.”
He smiled before he kissed you, a surprisingly gentle kiss, his lips lingering on yours before he pulled away. Spreading your legs, he kneeled down and pulled you close to the table’s edge. He moved your legs, one hooked over each shoulder, and leaned forward.
His tongue on your clit was an epiphany, no matter how many times he did it. The licking, the teasing, the perfect pressure he applied when he knew you needed it, were all so goddamn euphoric that you felt like a goddess being worshiped by her most devout believer.
“Oh god, oh god,” you mewled.
Arthur’s eyebrows furrowed as he moved his head away, and you whimpered. He licked your essence from his lips and pinned you with an intense stare, his pupils dilated with desire. “Beg for me, darlin’, not god.”
“Arthur, please Arthur, Arthur!”
He went right back to your core, his lips wrapping around your center and sucking abruptly.
“Oh fuck, Arthur!” You were so close. So damn close
He hummed. The vibrations went through your body and straight into the pleasure center of your brain. You instinctively reached for his head and dug your fingers into his hair, lifting your hips off the table as you ground down on his face. His tongue pressed against your clit and he licked effusively as he pushed one finger inside of you and curled it upwards.
You exploded, a climax of colorful fireworks exploded behind your eyelids as pure bliss shot through your veins. He reached up and clamped one hand around your mouth to stifle your moans as you shook with your release. Your hips shuddered and your body went rigid as you felt the stress of the world, of everything, slip away, and time lost all meaning. All you were left with was this wonderful, light feeling of pleasure. You could only hear the beating of your own heart for a few moments, followed by the low chuckle of a man who knew he could get what he wanted.
Opening your eyes, you watched Arthur lick his lips before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Delicious,” he purred as he stood up to his full height, towering over you. He reached down to his pants and unzipped his fly.
No matter how many times you saw his full length, you always had a visceral reaction to him. Your body pulsed with desire.
“I can see you droolin’,” he said as pulled out his cock, hard and dripping at the tip. He reached up to your cheek and held it gently for a moment. “Don’t worry girl, I’ll give you what you need.”
Then his grip changed to cover your mouth, and his visage turned feral. With a grunt, he shoved himself inside of your wet channel.
After your initial cry of surprise, you devolved into a moaning, whimpering creature of need. His cock was so thick, so filling, so damn good. You wrapped your legs around him as he fucked you. Your hands gripped the edge of the desk to keep yourself steady. His staccato rhythm laced with a tone of near desperation echoed in the space where the two of you gave into a primal lust.
Arthur leaned forward, his pelvis rubbing against you in all the right ways as he slowed his thrusts. “You want it from behind, pet?”
Without meaning to do it, you tightened your channel around him.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said smugly as he pulled out of you and flipped you onto your belly. Taking your left hand, he covered your mouth. “Keep yerself quiet while I fuck you.”
You muffled your own cries as he gripped your hips and did as he said. He fucked you with a passion, his moans intertwining with yours as you stuck your hips out, begging for more. Deeper, harder, you wanted all of him, and you wanted him to make you his.
Arthur leaned forward, his forearms caging you in. You felt the puffs of his breath on your ear, the low growls as he sped up his pace. “Gonna fill you up, darlin’. Can’t wait for you to walk around with my cum dryin’ on your thighs.”
You let out a whine of need.
His hand covered yours over your mouth. “Such a loud li’l spy,” he murmured. “This what you need? Need my cum?”
You nodded vigorously.
Arthur’s breathing hitched. “Fuck, then take it all, sweetheart.”
He tightened his grip on you. You swear his fingers were going to leave bruises on your hip, but you didn’t care. Your mind was so focused on pleasure that you didn’t think about anything else. Turning your head as much as you could with his hand on your mouth, you saw his fierce expression as he barreled towards his climax, a slight snarl on his hips. He looked truly feral, rutting you like a beast.
“Every. Last. Drop,” he gritted out, each word punctuated by a powerful thrust of his hips as he came inside of you. His head leaned back and his eyes closed as he let out another low moan of satisfaction. He held you down, keeping his hips against yours until he caught his breath.
When he finally let you go, you felt some of his cum leaking out, dripping onto your inner thighs. You quickly squeezed your legs together. Turning to him, you held out your hand for your panties.
He smirked and pulled your panties out of his pocket. “You want these?”
You reached for them, but he took a step and pulled them away. “I think I’ll keep these, sweetheart. As a trophy.” He tucked your panties back into his pocket.
“You bastard,” you grit out, but the afterglow made your words sound less harsh than you meant.
Arthur chuckled. “Been called worse.” He then leaned forward and cupped your cheek gently. Your heart started to beat hard as his face turned serious. “Darlin’, the boss is startin’ to get impatient. I can’t keep holding them off. You need to quit in a week, or I’ll have to turn ya in.”
You stared at him in shock. “A… a week?”
He nodded. “Get what you can and get out. Can’t protect you any more than I have been.”
For a moment, there was only silence. The two of you stared at each other, you trying to figure out what to do, and him, waiting for your answer.
Finally, you came to a conclusion. “Alright. I’ll be quick.”
***
“You sure you haven’t been caught by the company?”
You sweated as you stared at the phone screen. You had just video-called your boss, your real boss at SpiralX, to report back, and now he looked at you in disbelief.
“I’m sure. I made a deal,” you replied. You weren’t lying.
He gave you a long sigh. “Even if the one who caught you was a third party, that doesn’t mean they still won’t turn you in later. You better leave town and cover your tracks.”
“I will.”
“Alright.” Your boss leaned back in his chair and regarded you with the same mix of irritation and resignation as one would their guilty child who had just broken a window with a wayward baseball. “So what’s the price?”
“Don’t worry, I already paid it,” you said. You hoped your face was as blank as possible, but your boss also taught you everything you knew about spywork.
Your boss raised an eyebrow, but only nodded without questioning you any further. “Alright. Get going.”
The video call ended, and you breathed a sigh of relief.
***
Your meager belongings were packed, your car filled with most of your boxes. The last things in the apartment were the air mattress you had been sleeping on for the past two nights, a pillow, and a light blanket. You were in the middle of letting the air out of the mattress when you heard the doorbell.
Not knowing who it could be, you carefully went up to the door, sidling up to it in case it was someone dangerous. Peeking out of the peephole, you were surprised by your unexpected visitor. So surprised, in fact, that you didn’t move.
“I know yer in there, darlin’.”
Sighing, you finally opened the door.
“Hello, Arthur,” you said quietly. You had hoped not to see him. You weren’t supposed to become attached. Ever since you had quit your job a week ago and walked out of the office, you had thrown yourself into cleaning and getting rid of the few pieces of furniture you had acquired.
You had been pretty successful at not thinking about Arthur for the first few days. But then on the fourth day, in the morning, when you woke up ravenously horny and needing satisfaction, you jilled off so hard to the thought of Arthur holding you down and having his way with you that you cried out his name. You immediately felt frustrated and vowed to not do it again.
Except that you did the next day, and the next.
And now, he was here, in front of you. Your gaze unconsciously wandered down his body.
“I see where yer lookin’,” he said with a smug grin. Without asking, he sauntered right into your empty apartment and shut the door behind him. “Yer not goin’ to ask how I found you?”
“You’re a private eye. I can guess how.”
He shrugged. Then he looked at you thoughtfully for a moment, then took another step towards you. “Then can you guess why I’m here?”
You looked down at his pants. Reaching down to cup him, feeling his cock hardening under your touch, you grinned. “One last fuck before I go?”
Without words, he gripped your jaw and kissed you hard, not letting you up for breath until you gripped his cock harder. When he did let you go, he grabbed you and pushed you up against the closest wall. Crushing your body against his hard chest, he ground his hips against you like a man possessed. He rapidly pulled your pants off and stripped the T-shirt from you. Your panties and bra were pulled off so quickly that you didn’t even know where they went before he was unzipping his jeans. He pulled out his shaft and rubbed it against your slick folds.
“You need this, don’t you?”
“Yes, please, fuck me,” you begged.
Arthur laughed softly before he reached down and began to toy with your core. “First, let me see your face when you come.”
You reached down to grip Arthur’s arm as he rubbed your center. His other hand played with your nipples. He stroked you so expertly that your climax came barreling down and caught you off guard.
“Fuck! Arthur, yes, fuck, Arthur!” you cried out as you came around his fingers, shaking with the pent up need that had finally been properly released with his touch.
“Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you,” he murmured as he watched you climax in his grip. As you began to slink down the wall, he grabbed your leg and lifted it up, wrapping it around his hip. Angling himself, he aimed for your channel and thrust inside.
“OhArthur,” you gasped at his intrusion, breathing hard as he filled you completely.
“That’s right, take it,” he growled as he began to thrust. “Show me that needy look on yer face when I fuck you.”
You looked up at him and knew you looked like an addict getting their fix. You didn’t care. You mewled and moaned for him, just the way he liked.
“Good girl,” he praised as he thrust more rapidly. “Such a good fuckin’ girl, takin’ my cock.”
He pulled you into his arms and suddenly you were riding his cock as he held you up with the pure strength in his arms, standing in the entryway of your apartment.
“I wanna come inside you,” he growled.
“Do it,” you whisper. “Fill me up, fill me until cum spills down my legs.”
“Oh,fuck,” Arthur moans before he presses you against the wall again and thrusts hard, twice more until he stills, his cock twitching inside of you. His forehead rests against yours, and he lets out a guttural groan as he spills everything within you.
For a blissful minute, the only sounds in the apartment are your ragged breaths, synchronizing with each moment that passed.
And then he stepped away, guiding you to stand on your two feet, his seed spilling down your legs, just as you wanted.
In your dirtied state, he looked at you with a dizzying amount of tenderness. He cupped your cheek and kissed the tip of your nose. “I’ll always remember you, Darlin’.”
For a moment, you almost wanted him to take you away, to keep you as his fucktoy forever.
He took a step back and tucked himself back into his pants, look as if he hadn’t just fucked your brains out. Pulling your panties out of his pocket, he grinned. “I’m keepin’ this pair too.”
“Arthur!” you gasped. All your clothes had been packed now, so you’d have to dig through your duffel bag in your car if you wanted another pair.
He laughed as he stuffed them back into his pocket. From his other pocket, he pulled out a business card, handing it to you. “Call me if you want’em back, sweetheart.”
Unable to respond, you could only take the card and watch silently as he opened the door and walked out, leaving you alone, naked.
It took a few moments, but reality finally came back into focus. Sighing, you pulled on your clothes and pocketed his card without a second thought. Finishing up cleaning your apartment, you dropped off the key at the office, and headed to your car. As you passed by a trash can, you pulled his card out again. You stared at the cell phone number. You looked at the trash can. You looked back down at the card.
You pocketed the card and drove away.
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End Notes: Did I just leave the ending open? Sure did. Never know when I want to come back to this AU. But for now, consider this series as done unless I think of some other dirty filthy thing to do with a spy and a private eye. Thank you for reading, I know this is pretty similar to some of the other things I’ve written, but I really needed a dirty low honor Arthur fic to fulfill my filthy desires.
Many many thanks to @shootybangbangand@reddeaddufus for being the bestest beta readers a horny writer could ever ask for.
