#jamesmarriott

Jimbo Mazza

I NEED. arthur hill smut. like im thinking maybe they had been drinking the night before and then he confesses like love or whatever, and then basically the next day he says that what he said was true and then BOOM. shagging x

sorry i am SO bad at writing requests, but im lowkey desperate 🫦🫦🫦

DRUNKEN WORDS ARE SOBER THOUGHTS

a/n —— thank you for requesting cutie, hope this is good enough it’s my first time writing smut HAHA 😝

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! (for literally anyone on ukyt scene, if i do not want to write for the person i will let you know)

warnings, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!), p in v, bit of pussy eating arthur, swearing, alcohol, fluff, slight angst if you squint.

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it was a breezy, late summer’s night on a random saturday; arthur and you sat in the small corner of the beer garden, just off to the side from the buzz of your friends. the sky was a dark blue, the stars littering across the landscape as you sat with your legs across arthur’s lap - his beer rested on your bare knee.

his gaze stay on you as you listened to arthur tv drunkenly ramble on about his latest move in his current chess game, george piping in to make a sarcastic comment every so often.

your relationship with arthur wasn’t far from complicated, in fact, it was the definition. you had shared a few drunken kisses and flirty remarks but nothing as far as speaking about it sober. everybody knew you wanted each other, but nobody said it aloud.

“anybody fancy anymore drinks?” chris asked, standing up. you shook your head, smiling gently as you held up your almost full guinness. “i’m alright, mate.” arthur said, taking a sip of his pint. george stood up, a tipsy arthur tv following as they walked back into the pub, leaving you and arthur alone.

“you okay?” you asked, tone soft and quiet as the alcohol buzzed through your system, making you rather drowsy. arthur’s thumb grazed your lower thigh, his eyes drifting up to your face. “yeah.” he mumbled. you furrowed your eyebrows. “arthur?” you said, slowly, the words slurred as you looked at him.

yes, you were drunk but you weren’t stupid, something was on his mind.

“y/n.” arthur started, sighing as he got sappy. he always did when he was drunk. “i love you.” he mumbled.

you laughed, running your fingers through your hair, “i love you too, finchy.” you giggled, not realising how serious the poor man was. you looked at him as he sighed, rolling his eyes playfully as he placed a hand on top of yours - the moonlight beaming off of the side of his face.

“no. y/n. i really love you.”

your face dropped, cheeks flushed as you struggled to find the words to say - all the alcohol had drained from your system, leaving you feeling stone called sober. you loved him too, but you didn’t quite want to believe him. you furrowed your eyebrows, looking away.

the look in his eyes didn’t help when you found yourself moving your legs off of him. he looked mortified, like he regretted his words, the alcohol seemingly leaving his system too.

“i have to go.” you muttered, grabbing your bag and scurrying off before he could say otherwise.

“y/n-“ arthur called out but your legs picked you up, moving you as far away as possible from him. you weren’t too sure what happened but you just kept moving.

you walked through the tables at a speed that even a formula one car wouldn’t beat, your heels clicking against the floor as you walked down the road, calling for a taxi to take you home.

george, chris and arthur tv returned to see arthur, alone. “where’s y/n?” george questioned, sitting beside arthur where you had just resided. “i told her i loved her.” arthur muttered, admitting to his embarrassment. he took a spare shot off of the table and downed it, barely even wincing as the boys looked between one another.

you had woken up the day after with a banging headache, nothing but a hangover to remind you of the horrific events of the night before. you had left him, alone. what if he didn’t mean it? you spent the day moping, ignoring calls and texts from anyone; especially arthur, not that he had sent any anyways.

you continued with ignoring everyone, feeling regret and shame for hours on end. you didn’t leave the house once - partially due to the hangover you were nursing but also the doomed fear of bumping into the man himself.

you were currently laying down in bed next to your laptop, watching a cringe coming of age film you had chosen, a big glass of red wine keeping you company.

your body was covered in a XL band shirt, no shorts, just your underwear. what? you weren’t impressing anyone.

you were in the midst of cringing at the film, when a knock rattled you, making you jump.

your eyebrows furrowed; closing your laptop swiftly as you slowly walked to the door, feet pattering against the floor as you checked the peep hole.

it was arthur.

“fuck.” you muttered, sprucing yourself up briefly in the mirror next to the shoe rack. you mentally cursed yourself for ditching the shorts. you fluffed your hair, pulling the shirt over your thighs as much as possible.

he knocked again and you opened the door reluctantly, standing awkwardly.

you stood silently, hiding half of your body behind the door. he stood there, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked guilty. “hi.” he spoke.

a gentle, comforting smile painted your face, moving aside, signalling for him to come in. he nodded, walking in slowly. his knit jumper brushed your arm, sending shivers down your spine. you closed the door quietly.

there was a moment of silence, neither of you knowing what to say as you stood in the middle of your hallway. he turned to face you, eyes glistening as he looked you up and down, his eyes slowly trailing up your legs to your face.

you both went to speak at the same time, he cleared his throat, breaking this silence - being cut off by your ramble.

“i’m-” “no, arthur, i’m so sorry for leaving you like that.” you started. “i didn’t mean to run away at all, i just didn’t know what else to do.”

his look softened as he practically gawped at you. “i’m sorry for putting you in that position. i was drunk and stupid.” your eyebrows knit, forehead creasing as you bit your lip. drunk and stupid?

“so you didn’t mean it?” you questioned and he paused. he took a deep breath before shaking his head. your heart stopped as your face dropped.

you noticed a glint of regret in his eyes and it ignited a fire inside of you lower stomach, a flush of confidence washing over you.

“but i thought drunk words were sober thoughts?” you questioned.

his breath hitched, his hands balling as he shoved them in his pocket.

“arthur,” you mused, walking towards him. “did you mean it?” you asked again, your eyes locked on his.

his eyes met yours, a glimmer of want and lust rushing in the brown of them. he nodded slowly, “yeah. yeah i meant it.”

you bit your lip, eyes flickering to his lips as he watched you.

he approached you slowly, his fingers gliding up your arm slowly. his finger moved from your arm to jawline, tracing the sharpness, tilting your head to look up at him.

“can i kiss you?” he mumbled, you nodded.

his lips met yours, his kiss hasty, filled with heat and yearning. you melted into him, arms wrapping around his neck - like you both belonged together.

his hands met your waist, fingers digging into your hipbones as his lips moved against yours. you moved onto your tip toes, needing him as close as possible. he nipped your bottom lip, wanting access as you opened your mouth briefly, his tongue slipping into your mouth, fighting against yours.

your fingers trailed up into his messy locks, tugging at his roots gently. he groaned, his hands trailing from your hips to your ass where he squeezed the plush skin hungrily.

you both pulled away for air, breaths mingled as his forehead rested against yours. there was a split moment of eye contact, bodies stood intertwined as he enjoyed your close company.

his lips brushed your cheek, his finger pushing your head to the side slowly as he held eye contact, lips landing on your jaw, trailing down the nape of your neck. “arthur..” you breathed, hands brushing over his arms; tracing his tattoos.

he hummed, sucking on your neck. he left a few more sloppy kisses as he guided you to your bedroom, closing the door with his foot.

you looked at him hazily, eyes filled with lust and love - like you were high off of his kiss. “god, you’re perfect.” he mumbled, kissing you again.

his hands slipped to the bottom of your dress-like shirt, fingertips teasing your bare thighs. he pulled back, nose brushing yours. “can i get rid of this?” he asked, breath mingling with yours. “yes,” you whispered.

before you knew it, your shirt was on the floor, revealing your bare chest. “no bra?” he teased, moustache tickling your cheek as he littered gentle kisses down your neck; hickeys painting your chest and neck. your own hands found their way to his jumper, pulling it over his head, same with his shirt.

your hands traced his chest, eyes admiring him as your bottom lip slotted between your teeth. “fuck.” you muttered, eyes meeting his again as you moved onto the bed, staring at him.

he followed to the edge, fingers fiddling with his belt as he unbuckled it, leaving it in the loops of his jeans as he took his place on top of you, resting each hand beside yours head as he played with your hair.

his lips immediately met your soft skin, his fingers grazing your nipples, sending goosebumps over your body. you gasped slightly as he pinched them, lips against your neck, leaving more and more hickeys.

his hands slowly grew more comfortable, his whole palm groping your tit as his lips made their way back to yours, connecting you once again.

the fire in your lower stomach built, the ache becoming slightly unbearable. you tried to squeeze your thighs together to relieve the tension but arthur was in the way, pulling back as he looked at you.

“where do you want me?” he questioned, wanting to satisfy you. you guided his hand to your lower abdomen, his fingers lightly pressed against the hem of your underwear. “here?” he asked, voice breathless as you smirked.

his hands trailed down your stomach to pull at your underwear, tickling your skin. you gasped, back arching as he laughed quietly. he disregarded the piece of clothing, chucking it to the floor beside him.

he eyed you up, licking his lip as he kissed over your belly button. your hands locked into his hair as your breathing picked up, anticipation growing just like the dampness between your legs.

he moved, shuffling downwards as he made himself comfortable between your thighs. his fingers gently pushed your legs apart, creating room for his head. he made eye contact with you once more, lips coming into contact with your clit.

arthur’s lips gently pressed against you, your breath hitching. he gently licked you, lapping stripes up your folds, his hands gripping your upper thighs.

“shit.” you whined, nails scratching his scalp, his tongue going to work on you. his nose brushed against your clit as he pushed his tongue inside of you - swirling and tasting you. he teased, not giving you everything as you whimpered.

“stop teasing,” you whined as he hummed into the ache between your legs. he pulled away completely, his nose and lips glistening with your slick.

your hair was a mess over the pillow, head thrown back revealing the marks all over your chest and neck he had left previously. your chest heaved as you grumbled, sitting up, hands moving to grab his belt. you placed it on the bed next to you, his fingers working on unbuttoning his jeans, pulling them down as well as his boxers.

all patience and gentleness was gone, you both needed each other desperately.

his hard cock hit his stomach, red, sore and veiny. your eyes locked on it as you spat into your hand, slowly fisting and pumping him.

he groaned, pushing you back onto the soft mattress before he repositioned himself between your legs. he grabbed a spare pillow from beside you, pulling your hips upwards and placing it underneath. “comfortable?” he asked as you nodded, biting your lip.

“you sure about this, y/n, we don’t have to.” he said gently, hands brushing your hair. “i’m sure, arthur.” you mumbled, nodding as he rubbed his cock against your folds, both of you shuddering.

he applied pressure, pushing into you gently. you gasped, feeling the sting as he stretched you out, whimpering. he let you get used to him for a few seconds before he moved - slowly thrusting into you.

soft whimpers left your open mouth, your hands gripping his shoulders as you pulled him down into you. he gripped one of your legs, pulling it around his waist as he rested both arms beside your head again, his hips grinding into yours.

“arthur,” you whispered, moaning as his pace picked up. it’s like all self control let his body, his hands gripping your hips as he thrusted into you, his lips coming down to attack your neck.

your arms wrapped around his neck, one hand fisting the sheets as he continued grinding, his pace speedy but very detailed. you knew he wanted this, he needed it and had craved it for a long time.

his lips moved back to you, his tongue fighting against yours, you could still taste yourself on him, his breathing heavy as he groaned into your mouth. his voice vibrated, low whimpers leaving him as his pace grew faster.

the room was filled with the sounds of both of you, your skin colliding as your practically melted together, becoming one. he was deep, his body close as he whispered to you, “waited so long for this,” he murmured, “wrote so many songs about this exact moment.”

you whimpered in his ear, nails dragging down his back as you moaned. you felt your walls contract, tightening your legs around him as his fingers moved to circle your clit. “fuck, arthur-“ you whined, he understood and mumbled a breathy, “cum baby, i got you.”

you clenched around him, legs shaking as his pounding grew sloppy, head board hitting the wall gently, his hands shaking as he gripped your waist. he placed his forehead against yours, kissing your nose as you moaned, the tightness in your stomach slowly unknotting.

“shit! i’m cumming,” you cried out, legs shaking as your eyes rolled. your back arched into his touch, his eyes scanning over you as he smirked, working his fingers on your clit to guide you through your orgasm.

“fuck, i love you.” you whispered, chest heaving as he lost all control at those words, cumming in you. he whined, groaning as he released his load - painting your walls.

you grinned, eyes filled with love as you stared at him. “i love you too.” he whispered, kissing your mouth as he pulled out.

“let’s get you cleaned up,” he smiled gently.

happy james marriott dont tell the dog day !!!

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