Barbie’s notes: this was an idea I had in my head and an annony sent something similar so I mixed both things.
Summary: Arthur comes home beaten and you treat his wounds... then, it develops into something else.
Warnings: smut, mentions of “little one”.
-Arthur…! Oh, no, god, no – you gasp at the image of him entering the bedroom with several wounds on his face and a purplish hematoma surrounding the contour of his eye.
-It’s okay… just… - he tries not to give relevance to the situation but his heavy head and the long hair all messed up says otherwise.
-Stop. Lie down on the bed, I’ll take care of this.
He lets out a chuckle at you mien and, sighing, he takes off his shoes and does as you told him. You, on the other hand, are running to the bathroom to grab the medical supplies you need, well, actually you only count with alcohol and some cotton balls and then some ice wrapped in a towel when you search in the fridge.
-Okay, now, let me take care of you – you put the stuff on the mattress and climb on the bed to move the cold towel to his face.
-Ah! – he hisses, the ice hurtful against the abused skin, and tries to move your wrist away.
-I know, I know it’s painful – you reply but insist with the ice so he takes the towel from you, freeing your hand once you make sure he keeps it at the side of his eye.
-Hey… - he whispers softly and moves his other fingers to your hair, tucking it behind the ear. Arthur knows you are about to cry but you can´t allow it, not until you treat him fully so you just kiss his palm right where his thumb begins and proceed to unbutton his shirt.
-No… Arthur – you say once you discover another purplish wound under his ribs – Who did this? I’m gonna kill them.
-It’s okay, they’re just children.
-They are certainly not children if they are capable of attacking someone like this – you sigh, jaw trembling, and grab the cotton balls to wet them with alcohol, putting them on the tiny cuts on his cheeks, mostly from the pavement – I don’t have any more ice but we will treat that one there later.
-Little one – he says attempting to push away gently your hand from him.
-No, Arthur, stop… - but your voice gets wrecked and you start sobbing – I’m sorry… You come home like this and I make it worse… - you leave aside the cotton to press your palm on your eyes, scrubbing them to wipe the tears.
-I think we need to do something here – he says and puts the towel on the pillow, taking advantage of your closed eyes to surprise you with a grip on your hips that moves you on top of him, with both legs at each side of his body.
-Arthur, no! You’re gonna hurt yourself, let me continue, I’m okay, I’m o… - but he pulls you in to make your torso fall onto his chest and kiss you – You´re not. Playing. Fair – you speak between his fervent lips – You can’t win me like this.
- Can’t I? – he moves his hand to the towel and grabs one of the ice cubes, then slides it down your spine earning a yelp from you.
-I-It was not for that purpose – you try to keep composure and sit down again on the support of his hips.
-Why? You don´t like it? – he smiles and moves it to one of your breasts, the melted water travelling cold to your nipple and standing it out. Arthur cannot contain himself any longer, he leans up to grab your round mount and suctions the tiny bud fiercely, your head falling back between moans as you feel his erection growing.
-You know what? I love when you wear spring dresses – he groans from the back of his throat
With no sense of delicacy, he pulls the bottom of your dress up and moves your lacy panties to the side so he can push his member in, making space between your spreading walls. Your nails dig into his shoulders at the intrusion, not expecting the reaction at all.
-Arthur! – you whine but your pelvis betrays you bucking forwards to seek friction for your clit.
-Do you still want to play nurse with me, my love? – he asks with a lustful grin and lies back down.
There’s no more control left in you. With both palms on his chest, you make a hold to start moving up and down, his cock twitching inside and making you shiver in pleasure.
-Fuck, baby, you feel so nice and wet on me – he groans at your motions, grabbing your butt to help you keep a steady pace. You find the almost completely melted ice on his belly and put it between your lips, leaning down to kiss him. The mixed temperature of your tender hot pussy and your cold mouth causes Arthur to smack your ass cheek, awakening a hungry animal in him.
-Cum for me, I want to feel it all – his tender voice is the last thing you need to explode, joining his orgasm at unison. Once the spasms have passed, you move to the side, his seed escaping your hole, transforming into translucent drops down your thighs.
-I’ll continue healing you later – you exhale deep.
- Yeah, but now it´s you who needs to recover – he jokes.
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