unexpected tensions - part 1
‘in which two people shouldn’t be as close as they are, and secrets can’t stay secrets forever.’
warnings; p in v, teasing, light begging
nights out were always meant to be for having a good time, the big groups of youtubers that would get together in someone’s house, drink until they’re blackout and then end up sleeping anywhere and everywhere in said persons house.
this particular party was for the chris’s birthday - the flat was packed full of people with absolutely no sense of peace and all you could do was sit with becky , george and arthur hill, listening to their conversation flowing.
you had a rocky relationship with the other arthur, you thought he was lovely and sweet but he seemed to have found you annoying and it always felt like he was indirectly telling you that you didn’t belong in their group. everyone said he would get past it, that he couldn’t deal with change very well, but it had been two years and he still couldn’t look in your direction without looking like you’d pissed in his cereal and it infuriated you. you’d tried to talk to him, ask him what you did, but he never gave you a proper answer. he wasn’t mean to you, but he wasn’t polite either.
for the whole night, you could feel eyes watching your every move, you couldn’t tell whose but you had an inkling.
your thoughts were interrupted quite suddenly when a beautiful blonde man came up to you, talking about how great the party was and how beautiful you looked, which you appreciated greatly.
the conversation flowed and you found him really quite kind and your type, ‘ben’ you think he was called, although you forgot quite soon after he began talking.
when he offered his number, there was no way you’d say no. knowing you would regret it in the long run, so handed it over like it was nothing and watched him go like you were head over heels already.
once it got to later on in the night, you were well past hammered and you began saying your goodbyes to all your friends and got your things ready to leave. becky bid you farewell with a sloppy kiss on the cheek whilst holding your shoulders like crutches.
walking back was going to be a battle, but you thought it should be okay as your flat was only a 5 minute walk, maybe 10 since you were struggling to walk yourself. you made it as far as the lift until you felt a hand grab you and turn you towards the wall so you were against it with him in front of you.
who looked like he was nearing on tears looking down at you, a face full of sorrow and desperation all mixed into one. it made you twitch and almost turned you on, until remembering who you were currently thinking about. he was clearly off his head, and you were being a horny drunk.
“who was that man, reader?” arthur asked barely above a whisper, hand still gripped tightly on your wrist, you still pushed against the wall.
you made proper eye contact for the first time, heart beating rapidly against your ribs, “just someone i was getting along with well, what does it matter to you arthur?”
“you’re driving me insane,” he almost growled at you, anger present in his eyes.
“what are you even talking about?” you scoffed at the audacity of him, ignoring you for so long only to come and grab you in a hallway. despite his obvious hatred and how drunk he was, you knew he was a kind person and wasn’t likely to try harm you.
“you, in that dress, talking to him, i can’t take it anymore - you have me wrapped around your finger and i’ve been trying to resist but i can’t anymore, reader. do you understand?” he questioned, his eyes blown huge and his face held the same look as a puppy being told off. you squeezed your thighs together, trying to relieve the pressure between your legs; but you were struggling. it felt like a losing battle.
“you feel it too, look at you trying to hide it - you’re bad at hiding your feelings,” arthur almost teased, knowing every word was hitting you like a brick wall.
that was your final straw, you pulled him down to your level and smashed your lips straight into his. he seemed to hesitate for the first few seconds and then melted into it gradually.
it was angry and hot and intoxicating but it was so worth it.
he broke off the kiss for just a second to look at you, lips already bright red and swollen, breathless, “my flat is on the floor above.”
“well let’s go then,” you said matter of factly.
the lift felt like it was taking forever, arthur had picked you up - legs wrapped around him and your back against the wall whilst planting kisses on your mouth, trailing down to your neck and then back up again.
the mixture was making you whine in anticipation, which only fueled arthur more, though cutting off the moment was the ding of the lift.
he wasted no time in getting to his front door, opening it and getting to work.
before he could do anything more, you had him flipped over, straddling him and giving him a taste of him own medicine. grinding on top of him through clothes, driving him insane, hearing the noises he could make when you barely had contact, kissing his neck ever so lightly to send him spiralling.
when you knew he was about to go crazy, you took off your dress for him. stood there in your black thong and bra set, which complimented every aspect of you was insane.
his shirt was already long gone so you spent your sweet time kissing down his chest making your way gradually to his waistband and slowly taking off his jeans.
you were back to straddling him, and grabbed his hand to rub off your clit for you. the mixed moans only intensified and his patience was wearing thin.
“please, reader,” he whined, almost begging for you.
“only because you asked so nicely, arthur,” you replied smugly, but despite the teasing, the desperation was still evident in your voice and you couldn’t hold off of him for long. you were going crazy and with one swift movement pulled out his length and mounted yourself on top of him. he was big, and as you were taking him in you weren’t able to filter the words coming out of your mouth.
had you both had time to process what you were doing, maybe some things would’ve changed, maybe they wouldn’t.
you felt him coming to his climax, and you to yours and all you wanted to do was be closer to him, if that was even possible, “let me feel you cum in me, love” you almost demanded to the man underneath you, and what gentleman would refuse?
the next morning was chaotic to say the least, flo was up in the early hours - something you completely forgot about last night - and arthur’s face when he woke up to you was not what you needed whilst you were still processing the events of last night. his expressions switched between confusion, mortification and then he wore a sour expression, “did we?” he questioned.
“no, we just had a sleepover,” you replied, rolling your eyes , “of course we did.”
“you need to get out of here, do not tell anyone about this - do you understand?”
“of course your kingship,” you turned to him and half bowed in front of him, “i want everyone to know that we shagged.”
with that, you waltzed yourself out, a deep pit of dread in your stomach - like this wasn’t the end.
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