#pearlyfics

Venturing out into the city on a Friday evening however, is not something you are going to miss. It’s what you consider to be the busiest day of the week since people are finishing work and heading into the weekend with a lot of steam and wild energy to blow off. Even though the nightlife of Austin has only just begun, you’re glad to be heading home to escape the mayhem. It’s much too busy for your comfort. You feel claustrophobic and suffocated.

The sidewalks are flooded with a slow-moving stream of pedestrians, the restaurants and clubs thronging with partygoers spilling out the doorways - their chatter, screaming or fighting deafening your ears - and the pavement you walk along is wet and sticky from spilled booze and food.

Oh yeah. This won't be missed, you thought with slight disgust. The streets will be cleaned tomorrow morning, but it’s a shame to see them so messy and littered with trash. Frankly, you would have much preferred to stay home this evening, but what brought you outside this busy Friday night was the guy you’re seeing - who is currently opening a cab door for you both to climb inside and make a swift getaway.

The night might have just begun for some people in the city, but yours is coming to a blissful end, and after you had practically thrown yourself into the backseat, eager to get home and relax, he jumped in after you with the same sense of enthusiasm and gave the cab driver your address instead of his, thus making you turn to look at him with a quizzical expression. “My place tonight?” You asked, a surprised tone in your voice. 

“Yeah,” Joel replies keenly. “Tommy and Sarah will be asleep now. I don’t wanna wake 'em up and besides, your place is closer,” he adjusts his seating position to better suit his comfort by wrapping an arm around your lower back and pulling you into his side. “Is that okay with you, babydoll?” he asks, his voice softened with affection, and even if it wasn’t ok with you, that thick southern drawl of his would make it ok. You nod softly with a small smile on your lips, “Mhm. Yeah, that’s perfectly fine with me,” you whispered. 

Upon noticing the way you were lustfully gazing at him, he mirrors your little smile and winks, the flirty gesture making your cheeks heat up with flattery. He reaches out to place his finger on your chin, keeping you in place as he leans in slowly and closes the gap. It was a chaste peck on your lips, yet it was electrifying. The way he looked back at you, his eyes honeyed with desire and passion, sparked an arousing sensation in your core. You were turned on rather quickly. It didn’t take much and it’s all because of a simple gesture, but Joel knows how to make you feel horny in the most uncomplicated ways. 

You feel happy in his presence tonight - you always do - but more happy than you’ve ever felt before. Since you’ve been dating the man for six months now and have slept together plenty during that time, it’s abundantly clear that he’s still into you and isn’t looking for something casual. Despite the fact that he did tell you from the beginning that he’s not looking for a fling, you always take those words with a pinch of salt from guys, never fully trusting that they’re being serious to save yourself the heartbreak later down the line. You like to think that actions speak louder than words, and so far, Joel’s actions have been loud and clear on how he feels about you. 

As he turns away to look out the window and watch the sidewalk crammed with people pass by, you watch the ample glow of neon lights gliding across his face, the pretty colors highlighting his handsome features gracefully. His date night attire was pleasing to look at also. He wore a clean black fitted shirt, long sleeved but the fabric was neatly folded up his arms, and the top two buttons of his shirt were left open which generously displayed the sexy distinct veins in his neck, the cut off point of his summer tan and the hair nestled at the top of his chest. The dark blue jeans and belt really tied his outfit together though, accentuating his tall and muscular build. He looked really good, and all of the men and women who turned their heads to eye him up tonight would agree. 

Joel is older than you, not to a great extent, but you sometimes wonder if all men age like fine wine or if it’s just him. You’ve seen pictures of him in his younger days and he was good looking back then too. Having said that though, it came as quite a shock to even find him on a dating app all those months ago. Suppose you have his daughter and his brother to thank for pushing him back into the dating world otherwise your paths wouldn’t have crossed together. You wouldn’t be here right now feeling his calloused fingertips caressing your knee, his hand threatening to travel up your bare leg and disappear under your skirt at any given second. You see that little smirk on his face, the corner of his lips turning upwards ever so slightly with the filthy thought of fingering you in the backseat of a cab. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s done something so sexually audacious and it won’t be the last either. 

Joel’s personality is generally rather reserved and private overall. He has to connect with someone before opening up to show everything about himself; all the good, the bad, the ugly and his vulnerabilities too. It didn’t just happen overnight with you or after the first date. It took time for him to reach the level of comfortability and openness where he’s at right now, and you’re most grateful for it because he’s more than just his good looks. He’s a big softie and a gentle giant, a family man who is protective, kind and compassionate. He has many features besides his appearance that you adore so much, and while you still admire all those pretty coloured neon lights gliding across his handsome face, you think highly of everything else about the man too. Flaws and all, including the bad, the ugly and his vulnerabilities. 

Your deep train of thought comes to a halt with the cab pulling up outside your apartment block; it was situated right on the shores of Lady Bird Lake and just a five minute walk away from the Texas State Capitol. This location is divine, perfectly placed in the city where it isn’t too noisy nor too quiet, and you like that balance. You’ll miss your apartment, but Scarlett Nicholson is someone you’ll miss most of all. She is your best friend and roommate. You moved in together to split the cost of bills and help each other save up enough money to move out someday, and considering you’ve both amassed enough savings, that might be any day now. 

After beating Joel to the chance of paying the cab driver, you both climbed out the car and made your way to the main entrance, the cold night-time breeze whipping between the buildings causing your skirt to lift up and expose your underwear. He grins from ear to ear at the sight of you frantically trying to cover your ass, then stands behind you and pulls you flush against his chest whilst holding your hips firmly. “Here. Let me help with that,” he said with a burgeoning excitement, his bellowing laughter tickling your neck. “Showing all yer goods to the neighbours there, doll.” 

“Only person seeing these goods is you, Joel.” You scoff jokingly. Holding onto his hands and approaching the main doors to your apartment building, the wind was still causing your skirt to lift up, but at least now your backside was concealed by his body. “Thanks for laughing at me before stepping in to help, babe. I really appreciate that,” you giggle with a modicum of chide in your tone. 

“Of course. Anytime darlin’,” he chuckles before opening the door for you. Once you were inside and out of the cold, he didn’t let you go of you and continued to walk with his chest pinned to your back, using the close proximity to place open mouthed kisses on your neck. It was a little difficult to walk properly, but you didn’t mind all that much since the hold he had over you was intoxicating. The man sucked on your skin, leaving a pretty little bruise behind whilst humping your ass exaggeratedly, the movements making your whole body bob up and down as you walk up the stairwell. He was really grinding his hips into you and it was more of a humorous gesture rather than sexual, the sight could only be described as silly and perverted.

“Joel, there are cameras here.” You warn, then throw your head back with amusement. It didn’t matter to you that there were cameras here. You didn’t care, but you did care about the possibility of someone walking down the stairwell and seeing your boyfriend acting like a man starved of your touch. He stopped with the exaggerated movements in his hips, but continued to grind into you at a subtle and barely noticeable pace. It was nice and delicate, pleasurable. 

Upon reaching the second floor and entering the corridor, you and Joel keep the noise down as you approach your apartment. As well as the fact that there are other people here and you don’t want to disturb them, Scarlett will be in bed fast asleep for work tomorrow and you don’t want to disturb her either. She awakes in the early hours of the morning just like yourself, arriving at work sometimes as early as four o’clock. Even though she probably wouldn’t mind you accidentally making too much noise, you keep in mind that the woman needs her sleep just like everyone else does. 

After unlocking your front door quietly and slipping inside with Joel, you make your way to your kitchen while he locks up for you. The apartment was in complete total darkness and Scarlett's door was shut, which only confirmed that she was indeed fast asleep and you should keep the noise down to a minimum. While you grabbed a couple bottles of water from the fridge, Joel entered your bedroom and made himself at home. You found the man sitting on the edge of your bed, his socks and shoes already removed along with his shirt. He was in the middle of unfastening his belt before you kindly offered to do it for him. “Let me help with that,” you whispered. 

Moving across the room and placing the bottles of water and your phone on the bedside table, you watch the man lean back onto his hands and spread his legs apart, giving you more access as you kneel to the floor and nestle between his thighs. As you get into position for him, he looks down at you with a smile on his face, his hair slightly dishevelled as you reach out to open his belt. You feel his muscles tense in his thighs and hear the way his breath hitches, a soft grunt caught in the back of his throat. “You alright up there, stud?” You ask quietly, seduction rolling off your tongue. “You’re looking a little hot.” 

“Mmm. M-hm,” Joel hums deeply, not confirming nor denying your statement about the way he looks. He didn’t need to. You were right and he knows it. He was burning up under your touch, the placement of your hands directly over his crotch making the blood rush straight to his cock. You look up at him with doe-like eyes, a suggestive look in your expression as the position you’re sitting in gives you naughty ideas. “You know, while I’m down here,” you begin to say, but pause briefly when he smirks, “Do you want me to…” you poke your tongue into your cheek, then watch as he palms himself and groans softly, no doubt picturing you sucking him off. 

“I um-” he clears his throat, snapping out of his train of thought, “-I’d love that babydoll, but you know how I can get quite vocal when you…” he stops mid-sentence when noticing the slight disappointment in your eyes. You love to take care of Joel, and he knows how much to like it too, but he’s right. He can get really vocal when your mouth is stuffed full, gulping back as many loads as he can offer. The man just wants to be respectful of your roommate and neighbours, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want you. He leaned forward and the swiftness in his movements took your breath away. “Sit on my lap instead,” he offers an alternative, “Gotta stay quiet, don’t we girl?” he growls, his voice deep with hunger to feel your warmth wrapped around him, “I’ll bury my face into your tits. That’ll keep me quiet.” 

“Mmm Joel…” you bite your lip, stifling a moan, “Don’t tease me with a good time now, baby.”  

“No teasing, darlin’,” he shakes his head, his tone firm. “Get up here already,” he reaches out for you, his impatience evident in the way he sweeps you off the floor and pulls you onto his lap. The action makes you want to cry out a moan of his name, but you fight the urge and grip onto his biceps instead, steadying yourself as he drags your hips over his crotch deliberately. He pats your ass twice, silently telling you to lift up for him, which you do without hesitation and then feel him yanking his jeans down eagerly to free himself from the confines of his boxers. You physically hear his cock spring back and slap his lower stomach, the sound was audible and sexy, but now that he was free of his clothes, he turned his attention to your clothes. 

Taking your shirt off hastily along with your bra, you throw the clothing over your shoulder and reach for your skirt before he suddenly grabs your hands. “No, not that,” he whispers, then looks into your eyes, “Keep that on for me, doll. I like the way it looks on yer,” he says. You nod to him, panting slightly under your breath with anticipation as you stand up to remove your panties. They couldn’t have come off any quicker before you took a seat back on Joel’s lap, feeling his cock pressing into your slicked folds made you stifle a whine. 

He licked the tip of his fingers and coated his cock with his spit, holding you steady to notch himself at your entrance. “Ready, sweetheart?” He asks, and waits patiently for your answer. Joel usually spends a lot of time preparing you for the stretch, getting you ready for him with his head between your legs extracting as many orgasms as you can give, but not tonight - tonight you need him desperately.

“Yes, baby,” you breathe, nodding fervently. He eased himself inside before holding your hips with a tight grip, letting you take over and direct the pace. The breach was most enjoyable, your walls stretching open to accommodate his size as you sit down on his cock, causing the man to grunt and choke on his moans of pleasure before it inevitably became too much and he had to bury his face into your breasts.

You, on the other hand, had to bite the back of your palm, muffling all your pretty little whines and whimpers as you took him inside. His size was impressive, no matter how many times you’ve taken him before, it’s always a pleasant stretch. After you had taken him whole, still struggling to keep quiet as well as him, he was yet to pull his face away from your boobs. Joel breathed raggedly, savouring the sensation of your warmth wrapped around him and the tightness of your cunt squeezing his cock. You were soaking wet, the desire oozing out of you coating the hairs on his mound. 

He was so hot. You could feel his face burning into your chest, the sweat beginning to gather along his brow as you continued to clench around him purposely. Rocking back and forth once before coming to an abrupt stop at the sound of your bed hitting the wall, the man huffs frustratedly into chest and grabs handfuls of your ass, “Hold on,” he warns seconds before standing up with you held in his arms, the action making you gasp with pleasure. It was loud. Unintentionally loud and you instantly worried about waking up your roommate. “Hang on, darlin’. I got an idea,” he says before walking toward your bathroom. 

After carefully closing the door behind him, he moved toward the sink and sat you down on the edge, hoping the new location would muffle the noise a little better. “You good?” He asks once again before picking up where you left off. You wrap your legs around his back, pulling him into you before resting your head to his shoulder. “Yes.. God yes. Please Joel,” you beg, needing to feel him fuck you just the way you like it. He could sense that desperation in your voice and knew exactly what you were asking for. What you were really in need of.

There’s a time and a place to make love, but this isn’t that time nor the place. You want it rough, and he didn’t keep you awake any longer. Hooking his arms under your legs and locking his hands together around your back, the position bending your body to his will, he buried his chin into the nook of your neck before pulling out of your cunt, leaving only the tip inside. You braced yourself for the thrust, knowing it was going to be breath-taking.

Only it wasn’t. Instead, he damn near punched the air out of your lungs when he surged forward, burying himself to the hilt in one swift motion before pulling out and repeating the action. You could barely breathe and you loved it. You loved hearing his balls slapping against your ass and the deep grunts of satisfaction escaping his lips as speared into you. His voice was so broken and guttural, the sound making you mewl into his neck. 

He kept his thrust short and fast, using the hairs on his mound to stimulate your clit and bring you towards that familiar peak. It was too much, yet equally not enough at the same time. His pace was wild and untamed, as if using your pussy for his own satisfaction. You fought to stay quiet, and it was a battle that you were losing. The man quickly pulled his head back from your neck to clamp his hand over your mouth and silence your mewling cries of pleasure.

“Nnghh… much better,” he smirks, panting a praise “That’s a good fucking girl. Taking me so well, Y/N. Aren’t yer?” He asks, and you nod frantically, moaning as your cunt gushes around him. “I need yer to come for me darlin’. C’mon, you can do it.” 

Your vision begins to blur as you let go, the peak of your climax hurtling toward you so quickly that you felt light and weightless, limp in his arms. It was extreme and intense, ecstasy taking over your entire body as you felt a burst of liquid escape you, the essence of your orgasm drenching his legs.

“Fuck,” He growls, his brows knitting together tightly. “Keep soaking me, darlin’. C’mon,” he says, and continues with the punishing thrusts in and out of your cunt, drawing out every ounce of desire you could possibly give. 

The man panted and moaned victoriously, his voice resonating a heavy sense of pride to make you squirt all over him. “Oh shit, shit!” He coos pathetically, pulling out at the last second and releasing his warmth all over your pussy. You rested your head to his chest, looking down at his cock and watched him spill ropes upon ropes of his seed. It was twitching, the prominent veins along his length bulging and his balls pulling up each time he released a creamy white load. “Ohh fuuck,” he breathes and rubs the tip through your folds, smearing the mess he made. “Goddamn. That was… fuck, that was beautiful.” He lifts your head to look in your eyes, “You’re so beautiful, Y/N… Are you ok?” He asks. 

“Yeah baby,” you nod, your eyes slowly closing with exhaustion as you rest your cheek against his check. He reaches behind you and runs the tap, grabbing one of your hand towels on the rail to hold it under the water. “Give me a second. We’ll go lay down after I take care of this,” he says, bringing the wet towel between your legs to clean you off, the contact of his hand making you whine. “M’sorry, sweetheart,” he says apologetically, knowing that you're overstimulated.

After he was finished taking care of you, he wiped down his legs too and laid a couple more towels on the floor to soak up the mess before wiping it down as much as he could. He picked up the items and placed them in the laundry basket by the door, making sure the place was somewhat clean. It made you smile to watch him not only take care of you, but your apartment too.

“Thank you, handsome,” you reach out and hold his arms before moving off the countertop, the wobbly feeling in your legs making you fall into him. “Jesus. I haven’t felt like this in a little while. Walk with me babe, I don’t trust my legs right now.” You laugh bashfully, the sweet sound of your voice making the man chuckle with you.

Walking back into the bedroom with him holding you closely, he pulled the covers back on your bed and together, you climbed in. The very moment you got comfy, your phone chimed and lit up the entire room. You sighed worryingly and instantly assumed the worst. “Shit. Please say I haven’t woken you up,” you mutter under your breath, hoping that it wasn’t Scarlett texting to say that you and Joel were too noisy and now she is awake.

Grabbing your phone off the bedside cabinet and looking at the screen with a pang of guilt, you lay back into Joel’s side and show him. “Ah fuck,” he sighs with the same sense of guilt as you. It was Scarlett texting, and you unlocked your phone to read the message together. ‘Hey, gorgeous. I know it’s super late, but Jake called after you left with Joel. I’m staying at his place tonight so don’t wait up for me. Love you.’ 

Silence befell you and Joel upon reading that message. Not a single word was spoken, but the humorous little smiles on your lips as you both shook your head spoke loud and clear.

All that effort to stay quiet and she wasn’t even home to begin with.

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Starting off plain and simple this evening, you walk over to the fire around the outside of camp and make your complaints of a sore back audible to his ears when taking a seat. “Fuck me,” you say, groaning as if you were in pain but it could easily be misinterpreted as a sound of pleasure. The man damn near snapped his neck to look at you, a look of sheer panic evident on his face before he saw why you said those words. 

“Are you ok, girl?” He asks, mirroring your grimacing expression and even feeling a phantom twinge of pain. He, too, has suffered with backache in the past and he knows how bothersome it can be, which is why you chose this tactic to tease him. It’s to play on his sympathy. 

“No, not really,” You shake your head with a little gasp, another sound that could easily send mixed signals. “I think I slept wrong, but don’t worry, I’ll be okay. Thank you, Arthur.” You try to smile but pretend that it was too painful and before you could even think on what to do next, the man was moving from his seat with a determination to help. “Sit on the floor, I’ll sit behind and rub ya back,” he says, and it’s not what you were expecting at all, but you were more than happy to oblige. 

Moving slowly, so you don’t give yourself away, you get into position and wait till he touches your back before letting out a little moan from the contact. “Shit, did I hurt yer?” Arthur worries, to which you shake your head and explain. “No, no. Not at all. Don’t stop, Arthur,” You sigh breathily when he rubs your back again, “Feels so good.” You say, purposely toying with him with your choice of words and how you voice them. 

You feel the way his breath stutters across your neck, as if he were choking up, and from the way he shifted his position ever so slightly just shows that he’s affected by your words. He’s probably turned on right now, trying to hide his erection without making it obvious.

“There!” You call out rather loudly and dart out to hold his leg at your side, “Holy shit. Right there, Arthur.” You point, showing him the right spot and he continues to knead the heel of his hand into the area. It really did feel good, thus warranting your reactions to some extent, only you exaggerated them with a lot of pretty sounding ‘oohs’ and ‘awws’. 

Arthur was quite clearly affected by the sound of your voice as he began to pant under his breath with the quietest groan slipping past his lips. You felt his free hand drop to his crotch, no matter how much he tried to hide it, you felt him holding his manhood, no doubt to ease the ache you were causing. This is exactly why you have so much fun teasing him because it’s only a matter of time before he catches onto what you’re doing. 

“You’re really good at this,” You whine and lean forward a little, causing your shirt to ride up and reveal some skin, “Should come to you for a back massage more often,” You joke lightly, hoping that the humour disguises your true intent, only he doesn't answer.

You tilt your head to the side when he doesn’t answer and see the wanton look in his eyes, shrouded with desire and filthy thoughts, but as soon as he sees you looking, he quickly snaps out of it. “Huh? Did ya say something?” He asks as blood begins pooling in his cheeks, embarrassed for nearly getting caught.

You fought the urge to smirk and instead went for a warm, genuine smile. “I said you’re really good at this, Arthur,” You repeat your words for him, batting your eyelashes a little as you blush, really, truly blush, “And that I should come to you more often for a back massage.” 

“Yeah,” He visibly gulps with an eager nod, his eyes dropping to your lips briefly, “Yeah, of course. Anytime, sweetheart.” He looks away, and from what you can only assume, it’s because he’s close to acting on his impulse to kiss you. “Um,” He clears his throat nervously, almost hesitant to speak, “Do you want me to lift your shirt a little? It’s fine if you don’t wanna, just think the bare contact of my hands on your back might feel better, might make you feel better I mean.” 

“Yes. I love that,” You reply, then look straight ahead and bite your lip with a palpable pulse in your heat, just adoring the way he stumbles over his own words. For a man with such ferocity and focus when out on jobs with the guys, he can be really quite shy and unsure of himself at times when in your presence. You love the contrasts in his personality, it’s what drew you in from the very first moment you met him. 

Leaning forward some more, you bend your knees to rest your cheek against your legs and close your eyes to relish in the comfort of his touch. It was the truth when you said he is really good at back massages. You could get used to this and would love to reciprocate the gesture for him too.

You hum contently with real moans of satisfaction slipping past your lips, not over the top or exaggerated, just authentic sounds of pleasure. “Makin’ me feel sleepy, Arthur,” You mumble with a smile, “I could fall asleep easily to this,” you giggle softly before reminding yourself of the role you’re playing, “Your hands are so big and warm, hitting all the right spots that just feel so fucking good.”

Your eyes suddenly spring open when he stops moving and tuts loudly. Fearing that the jig is up, you tilt your head to look at him, rolling your lips together to hide your amusement with flared nostrils as you fight the urge to laugh. Arthur looked at you with narrowed eyes, his expression stoic, yet cold and unforgiving.

“You playing with me, girl?” He hisses, crooking one eyebrow as your cheeks burn red from the fire in his words. You don’t answer him because you don’t know how to respond. He had caught you completely off guard, and the loss of the upper hand was exciting, however your silence speaks for you, answering his question loud and clear without a need for words and he acts on it accordingly.

“Was ya back even sore, darling? Or were you just looking for any excuse to feel my hands on your body?” He leans in to ask another question, holding your hip firmly while dragging his thumb across your skin, a small gesture that reassures he’s not actually annoyed or mad with you, but he is in fact enjoying the upper hand. 

“Maybe.” You whisper, already feeling some of the wrath that’s about to come your way. 

“Maybe.” He repeats your words, as if mocking you while he shakes his head, “Well, Y/N…” His hand slips around your front before yanking you back to feel the full extent of his erection poking into your ass from behind, “...Never tease me like that again…” He growls into your ear, his voice deep and seductive, “Not unless you want your cunt stuffed with my cock, sweetheart.” 

“I do want that, Arthur,” You sigh as your head lolls back to his shoulder with a whine escaping you, “God, I want that so much, you don’t even know the half of it.” 

“Oh, I can take a guess,” He rises from the floor, bringing you with him and keeping you glued to his chest as he walks towards his tent. “Now that I know you’ve been playing games, it clears a lot of things up from the past coupla weeks, don’t it?” He asks rhetorically. There wasn’t a need for an answer because he knows that he’s right, and you know that he’s right too. 

Everything is becoming crystal clear for the man as each and every occasion where you’ve been teasing him has just resurfaced, thus fuelling his idea of revenge in the very best way. While walking to his tent, his hand remains on your lower stomach, his fingers dipping inside the waistband of your pants as he feels the hairs on the top of your mound.

"Want me to touch you down there, huh?" Arthur asks, and when you nod in reply, he chuckles sinisterly. "Well, that's just too bad ain't it. I gotta teach you a lesson first." He enters his tent with your hurriedly, “Get on your knees, Y/N.” He demands while closing the covers, concealing you both with much needed privacy. You drop to the floor eagerly, desperately, and look up at him with big doe eyes, your hands resting to your legs as you await his next instruction. 

Arthur glares down at you, although there was a hint of love and excitement in his eyes for this very moment in which he’s dreamed about many nights, he holds off on the urge to be passionate and gentle. He instead chooses to be rough and merciless. “You hit my leg twice if it’s too much.” Arthur nods affirmatively while pulling the suspenders off his shoulders, letting them drop down his sides before reaching for the zipper on his jeans. 

The man doesn’t even bother pulling his pants down, he just pulls his cock through the opening then reaches out to hold the back of your head. You spend a moment looking at his cock, your eyes widening with the thought of him stretching you open later. His length looked like it would be a perfect fit for you, but his girth was most impressive and just thinking about him inside of you makes your legs squeeze together. “Open that pretty little mouth for me.” He says, snapping you out of your amazement as you look back up at him. 

You continue to hold Arthur’s direct line of sight as your mouth opens and he guides himself past your lips, his eyes threatening to close from the contact of your wet tongue. A brief crack in the rough character he was playing into. His mouth falls open with a groan spilling out as you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, sucking gently while swirling your tongue in a circular motion. You hum and moan when feeling him push forward, searching for more of your warmth wrapped around him. 

“Oh, that’s it,” He grunts, eyes rolling to the back of his head upon hearing you gag. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” He pulls back, only to thrust forward again and hit the back of your throat, drawing out an obscenely loud and filthy sound of you choking. “Relax ya jaw… There, just like that.” He rewards your efforts with praise, “There ya go, good girl.” 

Steadily rocking his hips back and forth, while grunting and groaning through the pleasure, you reach up and tug on his shirt, to which he looks down and sees what you’re asking for. Arthur then pulls his shirt off and looks back down to your eyes, watching the irises expand as you take in the sight of his top half nude. Your expression softens with lust, adoration and worship, and it makes his chest swell with pride and boosts his confidence. You could see it too. You could see the confidence exuding from him, all from a simple look. 

Still holding his line of sight, you bob your head back and forth while continuing to admire his body. You watched in awe as the muscles in his stomach tensed with the build-up of his climax, you watched the way his biceps and his pecs flexed, drawing your attention to the sexy amount of hair on his chest or the brute strength in his arms, the veins so prominent and strong. Arthur could probably hold you in his arms and fuck you with ease, and that thought alone makes you mewl. 

Your hands drop between your legs, cupping your pussy over the fabric of your pants to ease some of the ache in your muscles. It just felt so tight and sore, desperately needing to be stretched and massaged by his dick. Opening your mouth as wide as you could, you ignored the slight discomfort in your jaw and focused on all the beautiful noises he was making - because of you. This is all you ever wanted, to make Arthur feel so euphoric and lost within the pleasure that you provide. 

“I’m close, darling,” He gasps, one hand reaching up to hold onto the beam above his head, and his other hand sliding down his stomach to flatten his palm over his lower abdomen. It’s as if the blissful feeling growing rapidly in his stomach was just so strong that it was almost too much.

You watch his brows knitting together tightly, his mouth falling open and spill delectable throaty groans as he rests his forehead against his upper arm, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. The sight looked so erotic and sinful, yet as pretty as a picture as the same time, especially from this angle as you look up and see the droplets rolling down his chest. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He rambles, grunting and whining in tandem with the movements of his hips rocking back and forth, chasing the peak of his orgasm. You sample a taste of his release with salty flavoured beads of cum leaking out onto your tongue and your eyes close on instinct as you hum and moan around him, the vibrations of your voice working perfectly to push him over the edge. 

“Ughnn, fuuuck!” He cries out, and your eyes suddenly spring open for a second time this evening as he shoots a load into your mouth. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Arthur pleads, looking down at you with desperate eyes, “Take it, sweetheart. Take it all,” His body shudders, the skin dimpling with goosebumps as you gulp back ropes upon ropes of his seed and suck him clean until there was nothing left he could give. 

Once the man's head comes back down from cloud nine, he kneels to the floor and cups your cheek before pulling you in to kiss your lips. You moan with surprise that he didn’t care about where your lips had just been. Past lovers would always make a fuss about it, but Arthur didn’t care. He even deepened the kiss and hummed, as if enjoying the remnants of his own desire on your tongue. It was turning you on even more, making you hungry and feral for his touch where you want it most. 

“Arthur,” You beg, your hands pawing at his chest as he lowers his hands to your ass with a groping squeeze. You couldn’t take it any longer, the ache in your core was growing worse and you needed to feel some ease, whether it be his tongue, fingers or cock, you don’t care. You just need him to be the one who takes care of your needs.

Upon feeling his fingers slip inside the waistband of your pants to pull them down, you break from the kiss to lift your shirt over your head, exposing your top half completely. “Jesus,” He whispers while gazing at your chest, “Always wondered what you look like underneath.” He admits before ducking his head down to kiss the top of your breasts softly and gently, using the sharpness of his beard to tickle your skin in the most delightful way.

Your back arches into him, your breathing beginning to pant as his lips lower to your nipple. He seals his lips around the sensitive bud, drawing out the sweetest whine from your lips while tearing your pants down along with your undergarments. “Yes, oh fuck yes,” You reward him vocally as your head lolls back to savour every second of his loving touch.

Arthur’s hands slip around to your front, his fingers easily gliding through your folds, just oozing with your slick. “So warm and wet,” He grunts into your chest and traps your nipple between his teeth, biting carefully, pleasurably. “Mind if I indulge?” He asks, and you’re already shaking your head before he could finish asking. “No, God no. Please Arthur,” You beg, “Please hurry, I need you now, honey.” 

The sound of your voice, so desperate and sweet, weakened the man's composure to maintain his dominance. The plan to teach you a lesson, to be rough and merciless, ultimately fell apart. He broke. He was crumbling like soft putty in your embrace before lifting you up the bed to evenly lay his weight down on top of you. “I gotchu, darling,” He whispers reassuringly while pulling his jeans down to his thighs, “I’ve got you, Y/N,” He repeats, clearer this time, firmer and with certainty. 

Lining himself up at your entrance, you hold onto his biceps with your fingers digging into the brute strength of his muscles, nodding for him to continue. You want it, need it; need to feel him open and make love to you like no one else. “Ungh, God!” You yelp from the slight pinch when he breaches your walls, a yelp mixed with pain and pleasure. “Keep going,” You nod again, this time running your hands up to the back of his neck, urging him to close the gap and kiss you. 

Arthur obliges. Kissing your lips passionately, yet fervently, it works as a distraction to the discomfort as he buries himself slowly, inch by inch. Once he’s buried to the hilt, and only then, he breaks from the kiss to look at you, unmoving to let you adjust, while admiring the lust clouding your eyes. Your desire coats the hairs on his mound, he can feel it, so plentiful and silky. You pulse around him, squeezing his cock so tightly that it causes him to grunt and exhale heavy breaths of satisfaction. 

“God damn. I could cum like this. Just buried inside, feeling you fall apart on me.” He sighs, dropping his head to your neck and nipping kisses on your skin. He begins to grind, so careful and generous, his subtle movements felt incredible and the stimulation to your clit provided sensational pleasure. Arthur kept doing this, never, not once, breaking the rhythm, and he was right, he did climax just from the feeling of you falling apart. But he didn’t stop there. 

All night long, the man kept grinding until you were exhausted and couldn’t take any more rounds of pleasure.

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Deep panting breaths could be heard echoing throughout the woods from you and Arthur, the sound of you both so exhausted and completely spent after multiple rounds of self-pleasure. He still had his hand wrapped around his length as your grinding movements over his thigh gradually came to a stop. The mess you left between your legs and the mess he had made all over his stomach and the inside fabric of his jeans was a testament to your mutual sense of satisfaction. 

You’re tired – both of you are, and pleasure still courses through your burning sex with overstimulation despite not even feeling the man inside of you yet. That’s a whole different form of pleasure to feel some other day, but right now, you need rest and so does he. You’ve been out here for a while now and it’s only a matter of time before someone comes looking for you both, the sight of you sitting on Arthur’s lap with a blissed out expression not something you want people to see. It’s a private moment only for you and him to share. 

The idea of riding his thigh never occurred to you before. You’ve only ever dreamed of him taking care of you in other ways; such as using his fingers, mouth or cock. Would you do it again though? Yes. Yes you would. It's an intimate experience you’d love to try out again in the future with Arthur, but this is the first time you’ve ever been intimate with him. You don’t know what this means or how it changes things between you and the man, and before you go any further with him, you want to know where he stands. 

“Arthur,” you call his name in a whisper, your voice sounding small and timid with a fear of rejection. “I really liked what we’ve just done together, but is that all it will be between us?” You ask, noticing the slight disappointment in his eyes as he furrows his brows, indicating that he’s not understood your question quite as you intended. You reiterate: “I want this to be more. I really like you and I don’t want this to be a one time thing.”

Instantly, his shoulders relax with a sigh of relief slipping past his lips, “Me too,” he breathes, “I want more more too, sweetheart. I’ve liked you for a long time now,” he smiles deeply, the crows feet around his beautiful eyes displaying the joy he felt when hearing you say those words. 

Both of you felt that weight disappear from your shoulders. There was no more uncertainty. You had a strong feeling that he was attracted to you, but you never could be too sure and didn’t want to wrongfully assume. But now that you know for certain, you lean in the plant a kiss on the man's lips — the first kiss. 

Moaning together as one, you feel his tongue slide along your bottom lip requesting entry and respond by deepening the kiss. You tilt your head to the side, your fingers slipping through his slightly dishevelled hair and feel that his skin hot to the touch. The man holds you tightly, his hands finding purchase on the globes of your ass with a groping squeeze that just draws out the most prettiest sounds you could make. It was music to Arthur’s ears. You’ve whined and whimpered for him plenty in the last thirty minutes, yet he’s feeling eager to hear more; to hear just how loud you can moan his name. 

Suddenly pulling away at the sound of a branch snapping, you turn your head toward the treeline and immediately relax when seeing it was just a fox. You shake your head at yourself, giggling as you turn back to face Arthur. “Sorry. I don’t want anyone from camp seeing me like this, or… you know,” you look down to his crotch, emphasizing  that he’s still very much exposed and covered in creamy white ropes of his spend. “We should clean up and head back before they send someone out looking for us.” You suggest, to which he agrees, but gently holds the back of your head to lean in and plant a chaste kiss on the corner of your lips. 

When he pulled back, he looked at you with so much affection in his eyes that he almost looked drunk. It’s as if you were intoxicating, and the fact you made the man feel so satisfied without even touching him brought you great pride. He reached into his satchel and retrieved a couple rags, using the items to clean himself off as much as he could, although it couldn’t quite get rid of the wet patch you left on his thigh, or the damp spot he left inside of his jeans either. 

You rolled your lips together to hide the amusement on your face. It’s funny watching Arthur try to clean himself of the mess he made and it wasn’t doing a damn bit of good. “You really need a change of clothes,” you let out a giggle, and the man agrees as he laughs with you. “I know. This isn’t working as well as I hoped,” he says, then turns his head away to save your ears the discomfort as he whistles for his horse before turning back to face you again. “I keep a couple spare sets of clothes on Bo. I’ll get changed then we’ll head back.” 

“O-Ok,” you stutter hesitantly, not particularly loving the idea of heading back to camp so soon. Your night had begun with betrayal because of Jenny and what she did, and even though you feel much better than what you did earlier, it still doesn’t change the fact that she stole the job you put together. It still hurts that she did this to you. 

Arthur noticed the slight change in your demeanour, but didn’t have the chance to question it as Boadicea came galloping out the treeline, tearing his attention away momentarily. You rise to your feet and move toward her, stroking her mane as he rose to his feet too and moved toward his saddle bags. After taking out a fresh set of clothes, he starts undressing, and you look him up and down with praise in your eyes. 

You adore the way Arthur looks, fully clothed or completely in the nude, but this is the first time that you’ve seen him fully nude and his body is most tempting to gaze upon. He watches you watching him, a bashful smile on his lips as his cheeks begin to burn with flattery. Putting his jeans on first and concealing his most private area, you jokingly pout from the loss, already missing the sight of his dick laying heavy and semi-hard against his thigh. He laughs at you, his voice deepened with affection.  

Putting his arms through the holes of his shirt however, you shook your head and reached your hand out to stop him. “No – wait. May I?” You ask, offering your assistance with the buttons. He doesn’t deny your request and takes your hand to swiftly pull you into his embrace. “Sure, darlin’,” he replies with a thick drawl, “Go ahead.” 

Your body pressed against his bare chest was stirring something fierce in your nether regions. He’s a big guy, muscular and cushiony, thus making you feel intimidatingly small. You grin under his wanton gaze, then begin buttoning his shirt from the bottom upwards, your knuckles grazing against his skin with a featherlight touch. It made him shudder and close his eyes, a heavy exhale escaping his lips as he fully relaxed his shoulders. 

You’ve reduced the man to something pliable like soft putty in your hands, the expression on his face speaking of nothing but satisfaction and contentment. Once you had finished buttoning his shirt, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at you again, his hand sliding up your spine to hold the back of your neck. He held you in place as he leaned in to kiss you, slowly this time, his lips moving in tandem with yours passionately. 

It took a while for you and Arthur to finally make your way back to camp. He couldn’t keep his hands off you, nor could you keep your hands off him, but once you emerged from the treeline and approached the gang huddling around something, reality quickly settled in and all of those bothersome emotions came racing back. Jenny was still receiving praise for the job she stole from you. Everyone was talking to her about it. You could even hear the girls complimenting her now, and the sound of Karen applauding her efforts made your blood boil. 

Arthur noticed for a second time that something changed in your demeanour, and now that he didn’t have any distractions this time, he pulled you close and asked point blank: “What’s wrong, sweetheart? You’re squeezing my hand.” 

“I am?” You turn to face him, then let go of his hand and quietly apologize for squeezing him. You didn’t even realize that you were, but you tried to hide the furious look in your eyes. You’re not really a hot-headed person. Whenever you get so angry like this, you put distance between you and the issue before returning with a calm mind, but nothing about Jenny and the gang commending her was making you feel better. “I um. I don’t really want to get into it, Arthur. It’s stupid and not worth the hassle anyways,” you reply, your eyes downcast. 

“Hey,” he whispers, placing his finger under your chin to lift your head and look at him, “It is worth the hassle and it’s not stupid, sweetheart. I won’t push, but you know you can talk to me, right?” You hold his line of sight, your eyes darting between his with the temptation to tell him everything about Jenny. What could he do about it anyway? Would anyone believe you? And what if it just creates a bigger problem? You don’t want to be the cause for creating problems. You’d much prefer to just let it go, even though you’ve done nothing wrong. 

“I know,” you nod to the man, choosing to not say anything about it instead. “Thank you, Arthur. I promise to not let it bother me too mu-” you’re cut off with impeccable timing as the sound of Jenny’s voice shrieks behind you. “Oh, Arthur! There you are!” She says, and you move to stand at his side as she approaches you both with speed. “I was wondering where you went. Come on, we have lots to discuss about robbing the saloon tomorrow,” she glances at you briefly before her eyes focused on the proximity between you and Arthur, “Y/N, you don't mind, right? We need to go over the details. Hosea, Arthur and me. Just the three of us,” she grins, and it pisses you off, but you bite your tongue and agree wordlessly with a nod. 

Arthur turns to you now, smiling obliviously, “I shouldn’t be too long. Wait for me in my tent, sweetheart. I ain't finished with ya yet," he winks.

“Okay. I’ll see you soon,” you force a smile before turning away and walking briskly across camp. He was completely unaware of Jenny’s actions just now. That shit eating grin on her face is what annoys you so much. You didn’t think there was any spite behind her reasons to steal your job. You don’t even know for sure why she stole it, but you thought there had to be a good reason at least, and now you think she’s just doing it to be malicious and nasty. 

Or perhaps it’s because she wants Arthur. You saw the way she looked at how close you stood next to him. You noticed the way it depleted her smile for a moment, and just out of curiosity, you looked over your shoulder to find the woman doing the exact same thing. She walked alongside the man, her lip curled with disdain as she looked at you with loathing eyes. You held her eye contact and didn’t back down, not until she broke first. It was a small victory, but you didn’t feel any better about this whole situation and the way she switched up her persona with a beaming smile as she spoke to Arthur and Hosea only confirmed your suspicions. She wants the man you wanted — the man you now have. 

You made it to Arthur’s tent and sat on the edge of his bed, waiting for him. He didn’t take long. No less than ten minutes later, he returned to you, but he came back with a mean look on his face. You couldn’t describe it exactly, but he looked as if he’d just been told something quite upsetting. You immediately rose to your feet and tried to calm him down, but he held his hand out to stop you. “This job with the saloon tomorrow. Was this your idea or Jenny’s? Don’t lie to me,” he said with vexation in his tone. 

You immediately became silent, a gloomy look washing over your face that ultimately answered the man's question. He turned away from you, palming the scruff of his neck as he tried to calm himself down before turning back to you again. “Is this what’s been botherin’ ya? Did she steal that idea from you, or did you give her this job?” He asks, and you shake your head, your brows knitting together tightly with confusion as to what’s got him so worked up in the space of ten minutes. 

“No. She stole it from me. I told her about it in confidence,” your lip trembles as you hold back the urge to cry. You’ve never seen Arthur so angry like this before – well, not in your presence at least. It was alarming and scary. You’re not scared of him, or worried for your safety. You’re worried for whoever he is angry with.

“God. I am so sorry, girl,” he apologizes, even though he didn’t need to. He had nothing to be sorry for as he’s done nothing wrong to you, but the man simply couldn’t stand the look on your face and felt the need to apologize regardless. You tried to fight the tears welling up in the corner of your eyes, too many emotions all at once proving to be too much for you to handle. He strode towards you, taking you in a warm hug and wrapped his arms around your back tightly. “I’m really sorry for raising my voice like that. I wasn’t mad with you, I promise,” he swears, rubbing his hands up and down your back reassuringly. “I'm mad at Jenny. She just tried to kiss me.” 

“Oh my God - Really?” You pull your head back to look into his eyes, your brows still furrowed together with confusion as to what the hell happened since he left you earlier. “What happened?” You ask, and he pinches the bridge of his nose, laughing humorlessly. “You weren’t there. That’s what happened,” he shakes his head, “I know she wouldn’t have tried that shit if you were there, but I should’a seen this coming… Fuck. I’m really sorry, sweetheart.” 

“It’s not your fault, Arthur,” you reply in a reassuring tone. He moves towards the opening of his tent and closes it, sealing you both with some much needed privacy before moving toward the bed with you to sit down. He held your hands and you could sense his worry in the way he was holding onto you. 

“Jenny mentioned something about my journal, something I’ve only ever told you before,” you gasp with that, knowing exactly what he’s referring to as you shared a piece of information with her. It’s not some big secret. It’s just a job that he and Hosea did a while back. He continues to explain. “I knew something wasn’t right the moment she started talking about that job. She noticed that I was onto her, and when I began questioning how she found this saloon job for tomorrow, she tried to kiss me.” 

“That doesn’t really surprise me. I had a feeling she wanted you,” you admit, to which he responds with certainty in his tone, “Yeah well, she can’t have me. I’m already spoken for,” he looks directly into your eyes with that statement, smiling, “Will you stay the night with me, sweetheart? I really don’t want ya going out there to face whatever she has to say about me rejecting her. We can deal with it tomorrow if ya want.”

“Honestly, I really like the sound of that,” you nod to the man, then lean into his side and rest your head against his shoulder. “I’ll stay with you, Arthur. I’d prefer that anyway. It’s too cold in my tent some nights.” 

“It’s ‘cause you don’t have me there to keep ya warm, girl,” he chuckles, and you agree with him silently. You wouldn’t be so cold during the night sometimes if you had him laying with you. Even now as you lean into his side, you can feel the heat emanating from him and it makes you feel so cozy that you could fall asleep right here, right now.

When you begin to yawn though, and cause him to yawn too, he leans down to remove his shoes, and afterwards, he moves on to removing your shoes too, the gentle touch of his hands causing your skin to pimple with goosebumps. Once your shoes were off, he began dragging the pad of his fingers across your ankle, smiling mischievously. 

“S-Stop,” you stutter between laughter, “I’m t-ticklish there. Arthur, stop… It tickles,” you giggle uncontrollably, the sound so sweet and euphonious to his ears that he didn’t want to stop just so he could keep hearing you laugh like this. It warmed his hear to hear you happy again.

Showing you some mercy and easing up on the tickling, he stood to his feet and began taking off his clothes, getting himself ready for bed. “I hope you don’t mind, but I like to cuddle,” he says. 

“Not at all. I like to cuddle too,” you begin removing your clothes as well, but remember that your undergarments are still damp from what you and Arthur did earlier. “Um, Arthur?” You look at him with a bashful expression, feeling nervous all of a sudden. “I can’t wear this for bed. They’re uh… They’re still wet. Do you want me to go get another pair of bed clothes?”

“Nah, darlin’,” he shook his head softly, his eyes glossed over with desire, “I can give you one of my shirt’s if ya want? Or you can sleep without any clothes. Whatever you're most comfortable with, I don’t mind either way.”

Instead of answering him with words, you started pulling down the straps on your shoulders and let your undergarment fall to the floor, completely exposing yourself for the man's eyes to admire. He gulped audibly when dropping his gaze to your chest. You watched him bring his hand around to palm his crotch, no doubt feeling the blood rushing to his member. 

“Would yer mind if I remove my clothes too?” He asks sweetly, standing with nothing but his leotard on. You shake your head and let him know that you’d actually prefer him to remove his clothes, opting to sleep together nude instead.

Once he had fully undressed, he pulled the covers back on his bed and climbed in first, making sure there was ample room for you to lay down and get comfy. The moment you felt the warmth of his chest pressed against your back however, you let out a deep hum of satisfaction and scooted back to be even closer to him.

“Is this ok?” He asks another question before going any further, his hand resting on your hip with the desire to wrap around your front. You don’t even answer the man. You just grab his hand and pull it around your stomach, a smile splayed across your face. 

Arthur carefully leans over you and blows out the candle beside his bed, casting his entire tent in complete darkness before settling back into his position. Only this time, he nestled his chin into your neck and pulled the blankets up to keep you both wrapped up securely. The heat was already working its magic with helping you unwind and become sleepy. You held his hand and rubbed his knuckles with your thumb until you eventually slipped into a comfortable deep state of slumber. 

Sometime later, you awoke first at the sound of Arthur snoring softly in your ear, the sound was hushed and calm, as if he were trying to be quiet even in his sleep. You could feel your body sticking to his because of how hot it was under the blankets. And, your forehead was damp with sweat and so was his hand over your stomach.

“Arthur,” you call his name, your voice barely above a whisper as it was still dark outside. He stopped snoring and hummed reply, not fully awake but conscious. “I’m too hot,” you say whilst pulling the blankets down a little to feel the cool night-time breeze on your skin. It was an instant relief and you closed your eyes again, falling asleep within seconds. 

In the morning when you awoke again, the blankets were placed back over you and Arthur still had his chest pressed to your back. He wasn’t snoring anymore though, and you could feel his fingers rubbing your knuckles now. He’s awake, but rather than letting him know that you’re awake too, you subtly pushed your ass into him, enjoying the little grunt slipping past his lips.

He smiled against your neck, responding to your actions just now by rolling his hips forward. You could feel his cock pressing into your lower back. It was painfully hard, making your legs squeeze together with a palpable pulse in your nether regions. 

“Are you awake, sweetheart?” He mumbles, and you reply with a barely noticeable nod, your lips slowly turning upwards as he lowers his hand to your sex. Your mouth falls open with a soft gasp when the pad of his finger finds your clit and begins rubbing it in a circular motion.

You drop your hand to hold his, urging him without a need for words that you want more, and he grants you wish eagerly. Now, he uses two fingers to slide through your folds, using your slick as a natural lube to breach your entrance. “Ohh,” you moan into the pillow, the cushion doing very little to keep you quiet. 

“There you go. Let it all out, darlin’,” he praises you, growling into your ear, “Atta girl-” you rut back and forth, fucking his hand, “-Keeping going, just like that.” Your breathing begins to pant as he penetrates his fingers deeper, curling them into a come hither motion to caress that sweet spot inside.

You whine for him, the sound like a reward as he starts groaning in your ear, his cock rubbing against your back to get himself off. “Arthur wait-” you squeeze his hand, shaking your head, “-Use your cock instead. I want to feel you rub yourself between my legs like that.” 

Carefully, he removes his fingers from your cunt and you moan from the loss. He slips his hand between your bodies and lifts your thigh to notch the head of his between your folds. “Like this?” He asks while rolling his hips forward then backward, the tip of him stimulating your clit blissfully.

“Yes – yes,” you breath heavily, your skin burning with lust, “God yes… keep doing that,” you beg and he lowers your thigh to hold onto your hip for leverage. You arch your back, the angle giving him plenty of room to glide through your folds as your desire soaked his cock and your thighs. He buries his face into your neck and groans deeply, his voice shrouded in pleasure.

Keeping his thrusts gentle but quick, you feel your orgasm approaching and warn him. “I’m gonna cum,” you say, and he wraps his arm around your stomach, pinning your body to his as he grunts. “Me too, sweetheart.” 

Kissing your neck as he breathing begins to stutter and choke, you listen to all those sexy noises he made and slipped over the edge together, reveling in the plentiful creamy warm ropes of his spend coating your pussy. You feel his cock twitching as he thrusts a couple more times, as if releasing every drop he could possibly give before finally relaxing behind you, though his breathing was still heavy as he gradually came down from his high. “Fuck. I’ve never done that before,” he murmurs, his voice laden with exhaustion. 

“Me neither,” you laugh, “I just thought it would feel better for you than rubbing yourself against my back.” 

“Oh, it did feel better,” he chuckles breathily. You lay together in silence for a few minutes, relishing in the post-coital bliss of your love making. It’s yet another act of pleasure you’ve both enjoyed without penetrative sex. You know when the time comes to feel him inside of you it’s going to be out of this world, but up until yesterday, you’ve never been intimate with Arthur. Suppose you’re just easing yourselves into the pleasure, not jumping right into it with sex first. You like this approach. It helps getting to know his body and what he likes. 

Leaning over your body carefully and retrieving yet another rag from his satchel, he wets the fabric with some water from his canteen and cleans off the mess between your legs, the action making you whimper when he touches your sensitive area.

“Lay on your back for me, kitten,” he requests, and you oblige, laying on your back for him as he moves down your body, situating his face between your thighs. “Think you got another orgasm left in ya?” He asks, his eyes darting at your clit, “Mmm. I want a taste of this pretty cunt of yours.” 

“Maybe,” you answer honestly whilst spreading your legs for him, “I’m still feeling sensitive, but as long as you take it slow, I should be okay, hon,” he smiles with the term of endearment, his cheeks blossoming a rosy pink in colour. “Of course, kitten,” he whispers reassuringly, a promise in his tone to take things slow.

He leans in and plants a kiss on your inner thigh first, his beard and moustache working wonderfully to tickle your skin in the best way. You shudder beneath him and feel his lips dragging up your leg, nearing your burning heat.

“Oh, look at you,” he growls mockingly, “Clenching around nothing, girl. Mhmm…and that ass looks so tight,” he touches you there, touches you where no one has ever touched you before — not even yourself. Your body jerks away from him naturally as you shake your head, and he reassures, “Don’t worry, darlin’. Only when you’re ready.” 

“But what if I’m never ready, Arthur?” You let out a nervous laugh, to which he leans in to kiss your inner thigh again, mumbling against your skin. “Then it’s ok, sweetheart. You don’t gotta do anything outside of your comfort zone with me.” You look down at your body, gazing into his eyes with a warm appreciative smile on your lips. You appreciate that he isn’t like other guys who would try to persuade you to try anal, even though you never once thought he would be persuasive like that anyways, but you appreciate it nonetheless. He sees and feels your hesitancy, and that’s all he needs to know that you’re not so keen on the idea. 

“Can I…” he trails off in a daze, looking at your pussy before looking back into your eyes, “Can I kiss your pussy, sweetheart?” He asks, and you love that he’s asking your permission beforehand. You nod feverishly, watching him with focus as he leans in to press his lips against your clit, the sensation making your eyes close instantly with a whimpering moan slipping past your lips, the sound giving him a boost of confidence to continue. You feel his tongue slipping between your folds, circling your clit a few times before finding the right rhythm that gives you the most pleasure – left and right rapidly. 

Oh, the noises he made were sinful and impure, grunting and groaning into your cunt like a man starved as he slurped on your desire. You started to moan and didn’t stop, your pitch gradually getting so high that you had to bite the back of your hand and silence yourself. That only fuelled Arthur’s playfully sadistic nature. He wanted to make you scream and cry his name to the high heavens above, for the whole camp to hear you being pleasured like no one else has ever pleasured you before. He held the back of your thighs and lifted them up in the air, the angle giving him more room to suck on your clit now and ease two fingers deep inside of you, massaging your g-spot. 

“Arthur!” You sob. Gripping his hair by the handfuls, he groans with you, the vibrations of his voice blissful and electrifying. Your thighs begin to shake violently, your toes curling as you see stars. It all happened so fast, yet your orgasm was prolonged as he didn’t stop licking and sucking on your bruised clit until it became too much for you to bear, the lower half of your body jolting away from him with overstimulation. He eased up and moved his head away, teasing you with chaste kisses on your swollen nub and watching the way you spasm with aftershocks of pleasure.

“Feel good, kitten?” He asks upon noticing the tears falling from the corners of your eyes. You nod to him and mewl pathetically, looking at him with a blissed out expression on your face. “Yes baby,” you say between panting breaths, “Y-yes… It f-feels so g-good.” 

“That’s a good girl,” he praises with a devilish smirk on his lips, “Think you can give me another one, beautiful?” 

“Arthur,” you bark out a laugh, shaking your head at him. He laughs with you and plants one last kiss on your cunt before moving up your body. If you could handle another round or more, he’d happily spend hours between your legs but you’re completely spent and the cramp in your lower abdomen needed time to ease off.

He rested his weight on you evenly, his forearms placed in the mattress at either side of your head as he leans in and closes the gap. You sample a taste of your own desire on his tongue, moaning together in unison as his cock presses against you before he pulls back to ask: “You wanna head out today? I’ll take you somewhere nice. Just the two of us.” 

“I would love that, but what about the saloon job?” You ask, hating that a beautiful moment between you and the man is ruined with the remembrance of what happened last night with Jenny. You didn’t want to let her ruin your mood and tried to stay positive, and what Arthur told you next made you feel ten times better.

“I’m not doing it without you, and since Jenny wouldn’t step back to let you come along when I asked her, I told Charles to take my place,” he said, and you stared into his eyes with a lot of love and appreciation. It meant a lot that he would pass up the opportunity to do something he really enjoys with Hosea. It meant a lot that he would do that for you. 

Once you both had eventually peeled yourself away from each other, got cleaned up and dressed, you exited your tent and made your way to the horses, hearing your names in the whispers. You and Arthur were the talk of camp. People seemed to be excited that you two were finally together, and in the middle of it all, stood Jenny with a regretful look on her face not only fucking up one friendship, but with two.

Maybe one day with some time and patience, you and Arthur will forgive her. After all, he is an exceptionally handsome man and you can’t really blame any woman for finding him so damn attractive. 

However, there’s no doubt in your mind that you are his one and only gal.

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This happened just over six months ago, and the only reason you were in his backyard in the first place was to ask for advice about carving a sculpture out of wood, but drooling over his half naked body is what you did instead for a few minutes before he noticed you were standing there.

The man caught you eyeing him up and down, and thankfully for your sake, he felt flattered rather than uncomfortable. You often think about that day and smile fondly at how he reacted to your mindless ogling. The way he blushed a little and softly chuckled never fades from your memory.

You apologised for the intrusion of course, and for staring at him too, then explained that you were there to seek his professional advice. He was a carpenter after all and you assumed he’d know how to help. The project you were working on at the time was a three foot wooden rabbit. You’ve always believed they brought good luck and wanted something decorative for your home.

Joel naturally took an interest in your project and instead of just giving you a short answer and a couple pointers, he offered you a seat on his back porch and gave some really helpful advice on what to do and what not to do. You sat with the man for twenty minutes and the conversation flowed like you were a friend to him, not a stranger. He really made you feel comfortable and welcome, even offered you a tall glass of lemonade with ice upon noticing you were burning up from the sun in the sky.

You accepted his offer, but later admitted that it was actually his voice causing you to burn up. Not only were you attracted to his looks, but you were attracted to that thick southern drawl of his too. He spoke with a pleasantly deep, yet equally soft and smooth tone, one that just captured your whole attention and drew you in.

Joel's company was captivating, and you hungrily wanted more of his attention, but even though he didn't give you any reason to end the conversation, you made an excuse to leave and let him get back to chopping wood. You didn’t want to leave so soon after meeting him, but you had already taken up too much of his time and thanked him before saying your goodbyes. His response however, was most surprising.

“Happy to help, darlin’,” is what he said to you, and the flirtatious wink he shot your way made you feel weak in the knees. It was a simple gesture, but he did it so smoothly and with a seductive smirk on his lips too that just made you all the more attracted to him. 

You left Joel that day, feeling giddy, turned on and a little lightheaded too, then planned to return three days later with a home baked cherry pie to say thanks for the help, but to your absolute surprise and delight, the man showed up at your door just as you had taken the pie out of your oven.

He wanted to see you again and had asked his brother where you live to show up at your door unannounced. You invited him into your home, shared that cherry pie over another captivating conversation and the rest was history. 

Six months later, here you are now; in a steady relationship with the man and your love for each other grows stronger everyday. You still drool over him and even consider it a hobby of yours to watch him work, especially when he’s in his workshop.

You like to be in his company and often just sit on the sofa with a book to read while he chips and chisels away at a block of wood, creating another masterpiece worthy of a place on display around his home. But more often than not, your book is abandoned as you choose to gaze upon him instead.

No matter how many times you’ve done it before, you never grow tired of admiring the way Joel looks while working. He has a little lamp in his desk, it’s dimly lit and casts a warm glow across his face which just highlights his rugged good looks in the very best way. 

The focus and patience he has with woodwork is quite impressive too. You love to see that look of concentration on his face. It’s the way his eyes glide across his sculpture and his brows furrow, or the way he sometimes presses the tip of his tongue against his lip. You don’t know why he does that, but it’s really cute and funny to see nonetheless. Suppose it’s just one of those things that some people do without realising it. 

While you often like to gaze at him in his workshop, he likes to gaze at you too, especially when dancing in the dark. It’s become something that you and Joel do almost every night. He waits till nightfall, when all the lights are off and you’re about to head upstairs to bed or say goodnight and head home. Spontaneously grabbing your hand, he’ll pull you toward his chest and sway to the sweet sound of silence, grinning brightly as you laugh with endearment.

Dancing in the dark. That was Joel’s thing. He started it, but it’s something you very quickly grew to love. Speaking of love, he often swears that your love does something to him while dancing in the dark with you. He’ll joke and say that he’s under a spell, but can’t get enough while looking into your eyes and brushing a piece of hair behind your ear to really drink in the sight of your face mere inches away from his. 

And you believe him. Believe every word of what he says. He certainly acts like he can’t get enough of your love as he finds any and all ways to adore you. “Darlin’, your love is a beautiful thing.” He’s said to you many times before in the past and you believe him, but you never forget to tell him that his love is also a beautiful thing as well. The man treasures you, thinks the world of you and keeps you close to his heart. Those feelings are mutual. You feel the same way as he does, and honestly, you can see yourself spending the rest of your days with Joel. 

Upon spending the last several minutes thinking about the man, the desire to be in his company was growing rapidly, thus making you pick up your pace to reach his house faster. He unfortunately lives on the other side of Jackson, therefore it takes a solid ten minutes to walk there depending on your speed. Usually, you just take a leisurely stroll, but tonight you’re feeling extra needy for his love and attention.

Approaching his front door with your own key in hand, a key that he gave you two weeks ago, you unlock the door and slip inside quietly without making any noise. Joel admitted that he would have given you a key to his home sooner, but he worried about how it would make you feel and assured you that the gesture doesn’t need to be reciprocated. He just didn’t want to rush you, or make you feel obligated in any way, but you wanted to. You wanted him to have access to your house like it was his second home, and so you took your spare key and gave it to him two weeks ago on that very same day. 

Truthfully, you like to spend most evenings over at Joel’s house compared to yours. You can’t describe it exactly, or pin-point the reason why, but his house just feels the right place to be. Despite that, he also has such great taste in decoration too. You admire the way he furnished his place. It looks better than yours and feels cosy, welcoming and relaxed. 

Since you could hear the familiar twang of his guitar upon entering his home, you guessed that he was out back on the porch. It’s one of two usual spots that he likes to sit and play till his heart's content. You love to listen to him, and considering you wanted to take him by surprise, you tip-toed your way into the kitchen and through the laundry room to listen at the back door. However, you didn’t recognise the tune. 

The song Joel was playing is something he hasn’t ever played before, but it started off with an acoustic that was warm and gentle. Just so soothing to the ears that you instantly relaxed as your face softened with a smile. You leaned against the doorframe and closed your eyes, listening to him harmonising with the melody that he had created. The sound of him humming was so peaceful that it could lull you to sleep right here, but then he started singing and your heart skipped a beat. 

“Dancing in the dark, middle of the night,” he says poetically, the lyrics of his song catching your attention right away, “Taking your heart, and holding it tight,” he continues and you continue to listen closely, “Emotional touch, touching my skin, and asking you to do what you’ve been doing all over again. Oh, it’s a beautiful thing,” you gasp, holding your hand over your mouth with tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. “Don’t think I can keep it all in. I just gotta let you know what it is that won’t let me go. It’s your love, it just does something to me.” 

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. It was a complete shock to hear a song so moving and meaningful, and sung so beautifully by Joel that’s about you and your love. You had so much joy exploding inside of you that it was overwhelming, though he stopped abruptly and you peeped around the door to find him jotting words down on a little pocket pad - his song book. 

He looked so enthralled as he continued where he left off, his head bobbing along to the tune as he tapped his foot against the floor. You still couldn’t believe it and almost felt compelled to pinch your skin to check if this was all a dream. Joel rarely sings for you. He plays the guitar for you all the time, but to actually sing along to his music takes a lot of courage and just hearing him sing so passionately with confidence was sending shivers down your spine. 

His voice was transcendent and mesmerising, full of affection and romance. It made you feel like you were at the centre of his world, enveloped in the warmth of his love. Though, as much as you loved to hear the man sing, it didn’t feel right doing it this way. You were essentially eavesdropping on him at a time where he was most vulnerable, and it’s not fair.

He doesn’t know you’re standing just a few feet away, and what if that betrays his trust if he were to find out? Or worse, what if it destroys his confidence to ever sing in front of an audience? The worry of this possibility made up your mind. He can’t know you’re here. Not yet and not like this. 

Moving away from the door and quietly making your way towards the kitchen, your plan is to open the front door and shut it loud enough for him to hear. Then he will stop singing, hide his songbook and you can pretend that this never happened until he is ready to play his song for you. You could still hear him as you neared the front of the house, and the sound of his voice was as beautiful as ever. 

Upon reaching the front door, you opened it and shut it again before calling out for him like this was your first entry. “Hi baby!” You say excitedly, “I’m home.” 

The music stops instantly and it makes you stifle a laugh to hear him yell back like he wasn’t just singing his heart out. “Hey darlin’, I’m in the backyard,” I know that, you thought, “Come out here. I got somethin’ to show yer.” Oh shit… You panicked, wondering what he had to show you and if you have just spoiled your own surprise. What if he was going to play the song for me tonight anyway and I ruined it? You ask yourself with a pang of regret. 

You didn’t know what to think or what to expect when you approached the backdoor for a second time, but the smile on Joel’s face brought you some comfort and relief. After all, you were eager to see him tonight and are still very much hungry for his love and attention, but if you have ruined something special, then you at least hope some of the surprise can be salvaged. 

Hurrying towards him and taking a seat right on his lap, you held both your hands to each side of his face and leaned in to plant a kiss on his lips, displaying just how much you miss him. He kisses you back ravenously and smiles like he hadn’t seen you in days when it was only last night that you last saw each other. The fact that he missed you just as much made your heart swell. 

Naturally, he laid both hands to your ass with a groping squeeze, humming deeply into your mouth with satisfaction. You like when he holds onto your ass like this. It makes you feel adored and aroused. He breaks off to look at you, his smile slowly turning into a smirk as he whispers. “Hi, gorgeous” 

“Hey, stud,” you reply and mirror his smile, though your cheeks started to burn up under his wanton gaze. “How’s it going?” You ask upon recognising the playful mood he was in and return the gesture with your teasing tone of voice, “I see that you have your guitar out here. Playing for the stars again?" 

“Oh, you saw that, did you?” He chuckles with amusement, as if he were pleased with himself and you can tell that he’s up to something since he had that look in his eyes; it was just full of mischief. You looked at him suspiciously, your eyes narrowed as he continued to laugh. “Yeah, I have my guitar out here…” he slowly bit his lip, and he did it in such a sexually provocative manner that it made you clench around nothing. “I was singing a song.” 

“M-hm,” you roll your lips together and quickly gather that he’s onto you. That’s why he’s acting this way… He knows. “And um… What song were you singing?” You try to come across like you don’t have the slightest clue, as if you don’t already know he was singing. 

His chest swells with pride as he answers truthfully, “I was singing your song, babydoll.” 

“You wrote me a song?” You beam excitedly. Even though you already knew, it didn’t take away how incredibly special you feel upon hearing the man say those words himself. Perhaps some of his surprise for you was salvaged after all. You weren’t taken aback with shock, but you felt your stomach flutter and your heart begin to pick up speed once again. He still looked so happy too, and you could tell he was savouring the way you reacted.

“Yes darlin’. I wrote you a song and I was singing it just now, but-” he looks at you with accusatory eyes, “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” 

Now you were taken aback with shock, and he began to laugh at your reaction, the sound was sweet and authentic to your ears. It didn’t sound fake or full of mockery. He just sounded so amused and happy, really happy as a matter of fact, and he ran his hands up your back reassuringly. “You weren’t supposed to hear that yet,” he clarifies, and it gives you some comfort, “It’s ok that you did, and I appreciate that you tried to make it better by pretending you didn’t hear me.” 

“Fuck…” You sigh and shake your head, blaming yourself for ruining everything. “Did you know I was standing there the whole time?” You ask incredulously. 

“No, not quite, sweetheart.” He replies, thus causing you a great deal of confusion. If he didn’t know I was here, then how did he know I heard him singing? You wonder while he continues to smile and shake softly with a chuckling laughter escaping him. He’s too happy, and that look on his face spoke of pleasure. 

“Wanna take a wild guess as to how I knew?” He asks, then pauses briefly with one of his brows raised, as if giving you a chance to think about his question before answering. But you didn’t answer. You couldn't answer, so he did instead. “Since when do you come home and announce you're here?” 

“Oh my God, Joel,” you cry out with embarrassment. Burying your face into his neck and lamenting over your mistake, you could still feel him shaking ever so slightly as he continued to laugh at your failure. “Of course!” You moan into his shirt with a ghost of a smile on your lips. “How could I have been so stupid and forget about that. Of course you would know something was up.” 

“You’re not stupid at all. Don’t say that, babe,” he chides. Sliding his hand up your spine and cupping the back of your head, his embrace tightens a little as he plants a kiss in your hair, the action making you feel less disappointed with yourself. “I know you were thinking what’s best for me,” he says, hugging you closely, “And that’s something special right there, doll.” 

Tilting your head to rest your cheek against his neck, his words gave you even more relief and comfort, though the worry around fucking everything up still remained. You lift your head to look at him, expressing a look of regret in your eyes and ask: “When did you originally plan to play me the song?” You sigh, chewing on the inside of your lip with self-annoyance, “I just feel really bad, you know? Like I ruined something special you had planned to surprise me with.” 

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he promised. Shifting his position a little more to aid his comfort, he leans back and kicks his feet up onto the table before pulling you to sit directly over his crotch. The action was nothing out of the ordinary, he prefers you to sit like this as much as you do, but it made you gasp softly upon feeling his bulge press into your heat from below.

He heard the noise you made and recognised the way it made you feel, causing him to smirk before resting his hands to your ass once again. “I hadn’t decided when to play it for you,” he answers, shrugging. “I just couldn’t make up my mind… was overthinkin’ the how and when to do it, but I shoulda’ just played it for you a long time ago.” 

“Wait…” You tilt your head at him, confused, “What do you mean by a long time ago? How long have you been working on this?” 

He grins brightly, his cheeks starting to blush a little from your questions, but he had no problem in answering them truthfully. “Six months ago, right after I met you in our backyard,” he says, and it really takes your emotions on a rollercoaster ride as you don't know what to say or what to think. Though, your silence didn’t discourage him and he continued. “I knew you were different darlin’, and as soon as you left me, I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about yer,” your face burns with flattery as you absorb his compliments. “Couldn’t even get back to chopping wood. I was that head over heels for yer… So, I grabbed my guitar and started playing something I never played before.” 

“Really?” You manage to break your silence to ask.

“Really babydoll.” He responds with an affirmative nod. “The tune came first, but the lyrics came later and…” he pauses momentarily to brush your hair behind your ear and gaze into your eyes. “...That day I showed up at your door and we shared the cherry pie in your kitchen? That’s when I knew for sure you were different. I knew in my heart that you were something special, Y/N.” 

“Joel,” you blurt his name with an elevated tone in your voice, your smile displaying nothing but delight and rejoice. “Did I really make you fall that hard for me?” You cry out and laugh sweetly, as if you couldn’t believe him even though he’s just said it himself. He fell just as hard as you did the moment you laid your eyes upon him. The feeling was mutual. It always has been. 

“Yes ma’am, I did indeed,” he drawls thickly, the crows feets around his eyes deepening, “And showing up at your door unannounced was the first best decision I ever made in our relationship.” He details, though it piqued your interest and you had to ask: “If that was the first, then what was the second best decision you ever made?” 

Joel pulls you in, placing his lips to your cheek with a tickling kiss as he whispers teasingly. “I’m sure you can figure that one out,” he chuckles softly before peering into your eyes and holding your line of sight. You hear the way his breath hitches in his throat, see the way he looks at your lips and smiles, his eyes expanding with love and devotion. It’s the way he looks at you every night, and sure, you could figure out what the second best decision he ever made was, but you wanted to hear him say it himself. You wanted to hear him ask you that question. 

And not a second later, he did ask you that question, and your answer was an immediate yes.

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You raised your gun ready to shoot at the time, but Mando stopped you and you were understanding as to why, but now you wish you didn’t listen and just pulled the trigger. Your aim isn’t great at all, but you might have been able to hit the target, regardless of the fact he is wanted alive, and you’d have the speeder bike to travel back to the ship where the water supply is. 

Now after two hours have passed since then, you can see that Mando regrets not shooting the target himself. It’s a mistake and you don’t blame him for the judgement call in the heat of the moment considering the bounty is worth ten thousand credits, however the man is currently pointing to another speeder bike like it’s a miracle and you really do think that heat exhaustion is clouding his mind. 

“It probably doesn’t even work, Mando.” You shake your head with a huff, “And we shouldn’t waste our energy checking it out.” You explain, hoping that he could see common sense, but of course, just like Mando does all the time, he insists. “Worth a try.” 

You’ve been working with him for the last year, and you know there’s no use trying to protest when he gets determined. Watching the back of his cape swish side to side with each step he takes down the steep slope, you sigh frustratedly and wipe the sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand. Getting down into the canyon isn’t your biggest worry, it’s coming back out, but you follow his steps and make your way down regardless of the worry. There’s no way you’re letting him go alone. 

Climbing down ledge from ledge then sliding down the slippery slopes and, in some areas, even sliding down on your ass until you reached the bottom, you immediately felt some relief from the big star in the sky when standing inside the shade. You damn bear wanted to moan from the relief it felt that good. Your clothes were damp, clinging onto your skin with sweat and your exposed skin would surely be sunburnt by now, but the dehydration is most worrisome. You can feel it starting to take effect. Your mouth is dry, lips too, and you have an insatiable thirst. 

“Here,” Mando gestures as he walks towards you, holding his canteen. “Finish this off, cyar’ika. It’ll keep you hydrated til we get back to the ship.” Apparently taking notice of your relief in the shade and seeing that you're clearly dehydrated, he couldn’t not offer up the last of the water supply for you to finish off. “But Mando, what about yo-” You tried to protest, but the man cut you off with his hand held out and a curt shake of his head. “Drink.” He says flatly, no ifs or buts - adamant as always. 

You reluctantly lift the canteen and take two sips, watching him pull off his cape and lay the item of clothing over his arm instead. It was harrowing to watch, painful even. No matter how hot you are right now, Mando is a thousand times worse inside all of that armour and you can’t drink all of this water for yourself. It would be wrong. You can’t do that to him, can’t allow him to suffer so you will be okay. 

“Mando, please.” You plead with him. Even reaching out for his gloved hands, you place the canteen in his palm then squeeze his fingers around the object reassuringly. “We both know that you need this more than I do. I will be okay, I had a drink, but you finish it off.” Nodding once, you walk away from him quickly before he could try to argue about it and now that your back is turned, you hope that he will use this moment of privacy to lift his helmet and finish off the water. You hope that he gets the message that you, too, can insist and be adamant. No ifs or buts. 

You care for Mando, and he cares for you too; this is just one of the many examples that show how you both have each other's backs, although sometimes you can argue when there is a disagreement, you both mean well and only have the best interest in mind. While he hydrates, you approach the speeder bike and hold back a groan from the sun beating down on your exposed once again as you look the vehicle over. I’ll gladly take the cold over the heat any day, you thought. 

Luckily, there are no loose parts laying around on the ground so that’s a good sign, but you still have no hope simply because it was left out here at the bottom of a canyon. No one would leave a working speeder bike. It’s just absurd…. Or is it? You ask yourself while looking it over. Nothing at first glance looks seriously wrong with it, the power cell is intact and it’s showing half full on the gauge. The outriggers are a little rusty and one of the back thrust flaps is cracked but held together with tape. She isn’t perfect, but she’s all you’ve got. 

You wait for Mando to join you again before trying the ignition switch, not wanting to turn around to break the trust you have built with the man thus far in case he still has his helmet off. There wasn’t a whole lot you knew about Mandalorian's to begin with before meeting him, but one thing that pretty much the whole galaxy knows is that he mustn't ever reveal his identity, therefore you’ll do everything in your power to uphold that. 

Even when you hear his boots dragging across the sand towards you, you still don’t turn around to face him. Admittedly, sometimes you worry too much about stumbling across the man without his helmet, though you can never be too safe, right? You relax a little when hearing his modulated sigh from over your shoulder, knowing that his helmet is definitely back on now, however when he approaches, your body becomes stiff from the delicate touch of his gloved hand on your lower back, burning through your clothes. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. It’s my fault we’re in this mess.” He apologises sincerely, then promises. “I’ll make it up to you one day, somehow.” You still remain shocked and confused, stiffer than a nail from his harmless comforting gesture. His words fall on deaf ears as all you can think about is how good his hand feels. You couldn’t tell whether or not you were burning up from the sun or burning up from his touch. Choosing the latter when he pulls away, you miss his touch and yearn to feel it again, which is really quite bizarre that you even miss his touch to begin with. 

Mando isn’t a physical touch kind of guy, he’s never really touched you like this. Sure, there have been little accidents before where he bumps into you, but to actually reach out and hold you in some way, reassuringly, is new for him and new for you to feel. And now that you have felt it, you want more. It makes your legs squeeze together with the dirty minded thoughts racing around your head then makes your cheeks blush with shame for even thinking about him in that manner. 

Miraculously, you even begin to feel the desire flooding your core. You’re dehydrated, you didn’t even think you’d be able to feel wet when dehydrated, let alone feel wet in the first place by the simple act of feeling a hand on your back. Stars! I need to get laid. You reprimand yourself, blaming the fact that you’ve gone too many months without intimacy for the sudden surge of arousal. That has to be the only reason for your sexual confusion right now; has to be the reason why you yearn to feel Mando’s gloved hands between your legs. 

Focus! You snap with your inner voice, directing your attention back to the task at hand and not your thoughts. The speeder bike. That’s more important right now, you can deal with whatever you were just thinking about later. “Ready to see if she’s alive or not?” You ask Mando in a small voice, still feeling the effects of your own dirty imagination. 

The man only nods in return and with that, you lean over for the ignition switch. She backfires loudly three times, rattling and clattering thunderously that makes you and Mando take a step back, fearing that she’s about to blow. After a few moments, she calms down and settles to an excessively loud hum, though still shaking violently. Always too good to be true. No one would leave a perfectly good working speeder back. You agree with your thoughts. 

It didn’t sound promising, so you kneeled to the floor and looked over the engine while Mando walked around the bike, no doubt to check if there were any problems on that side. One of your many skills is knowing a thing or two in mechanics. You know enough to get by, but any major problems are lost on you. A nasty smell was flooding your nostrils and the catalytic converter looked damaged - that’s your problem. 

“Hey, do you smell that?!” You yell to Mando over the loud racket coming from the engine, but when there is no answer, you look up for him. “Shit!” You gasp, not expecting him to be so close. He was leaning over the bike, the T shape of his visor directly above your face giving you a fight, but his proximity to you was most tantalising, even a little intimidating. And if you didn’t know any better, you would say that he was smirking inside the helmet simply from the way he was tilting his head to the side, as if amused from your reaction. 

He jerks his chin outwards, a wordless way of asking you to repeat what you said, but you gulped as your eyes roamed the broad expanse of his shoulders and wide chest towering over you in this position. It made you think of him laying over your naked body instead. “Um, I think it’s going to be okay,” You rise from the floor, explaining loud enough for him to hear this time. “She’s spewing fumes, that’s what the noise and smell is, but she’ll get us back to the ship if we take it easy and don’t overpower the engine.” 

“Okay, mesh’la.” Mando yells back over the noise, nodding, “Let's go back home.” He swings a leg over the bike and moves up the seat as much as he could for you to sit on the back, but you froze with surprise, thinking about the fact he has just called the razor crest home. You feel a concoction of different thoughts whirling around your brain, even though the ship is where you both reside day and night on your travels through the galaxy, he’s never called it home before. It makes you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. 

“What’s wrong?” He tilts his head to ask, worried. You snap out of it then, shaking off your emotions while replying. “N-nothing just… Nothing, don’t worry about it.” Upon looking at the backseat and seeing only one set of foot pegs, you ask. “Where do you want me to put my legs, speeders aren’t made for two carriers?” 

Jerking his head to the side, another wordless gesture telling you to just hop on, you reach out and hold his shoulder, then sigh breathily when feeling his brute strength under your fingertips. Has he always been this big and strong under his clothes? You ask, wishing to explore his bare skin without the clothing barrier in the way. 

You swing your leg over and sit down, now gripping his shoulder with the urge to moan out from the vibrations below caused by the engine. You clenched around nothing, feeling your clit pulse from the contact of the seat against your core. It was buzzing so loud and strong, that you already knew this journey back to the ship was going to be euphoric. 

“Just relax.” Mando yells, mistaking the fact that you are clearly turned on right now for discomfort as he reaches for your legs to wrap around his waist. “I’m sorry, it’s just for a little while, cyar’ika.” He justifies himself, and you immediately lean in close to reassure. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I promise.” It’s actually more than okay, Mando… 

He nods after you get comfortable then hands his cape to you. “Keep this safe for me.” He asks, and you know how much his cape means to him, so you handle it with care. Taking it from him then putting it behind his back, you move up the seat and keep it secured between your bodies. Quickly growing tired of the yelling, you just threw him a thumbs up instead and he then returned the gesture by taking both of your hands with a firm squeeze before placing them over his chest plate. You wanted to feel that again, something so simple as holding his hands was electric. 

As he accelerates, getting you both out of the canyon to make your way back home, as he newly calls it, you rest your cheek to his back and immediately close your eyes, picturing him pleasuring you instead of the vibrations from the bike. You couldn’t help it. You were just so turned on from his touch and now with the vibrations below, you were imagining it was his fingers working their magic. Although you felt so dirty and wrong for thinking about Mando in this sexual manner, you loved how good it felt to be pressed against his body like this. It felt like you were hugging him from behind, but it wasn’t a real hug. As much as you wished it to be, it wasn’t real.

Truthfully, you wished you could be sitting up front instead; up front and facing him with your legs wrapped around his waist. And that wishful thought makes you clench around nothing again, just imagining your burning heat sitting above his crotch while he rides the speeder back to the ship. There was no use trying to fight the inevitable. You were quite literally sitting on top of a vibrator and the sensations it was providing were too pleasing to ignore. 

Besides, would it really be all that bad to make the most of it? To make the most of this journey and get yourself off a couple times before you reach the Razor Crest and continue your hunt for the target? Who knows when your next moment of privacy will be as you can barely pleasure yourself these days with how cramped the ship is and how busy your workload has been. 

You’re always with Mando. He, as well as yourself, doesn’t have any real privacy. You’re always together, not that you mind it, but moments like this where you can release some of your pent-up sexual frustrations are sparse. Perhaps this is a blessing in disguise, you ponder in thought. You’re clearly having mixed emotions about your employer and that’s because you are so deprived of intimacy. 

You need this release; need this sexual release so you can be able to think straight and get back to normal. After justifying your actions, you quit fighting your own needs and just relax, letting the vibrations pleasure you. Small gasps and whimpers slipped past your lips and your cheeks burned at the thought of Mando hearing you. 

Hope had you thinking that the man would love it, that he’d love the fact you were quite literally getting yourself off behind him, but thinking realistically, he would probably find it weird and disrespectful. Find you weird and disrespectful. You still thought about him though. Even after you justified that feeding your sexual hunger would make you think clearly, it didn’t stop you from thinking about Mando pleasuring you instead. 

You wanted him so badly and even thought about his leather gloved fingers sliding inside of you. The vibrations ramp up a notch as he speeds up the bike, thus causing you to bury your face between his shoulder blades and muffle your throaty mewls. Your head floats off into the clouds as you lose all sense of control. It’s like everything around you fades out into nothing and all you can focus on is Mando, as if holding onto him kept you tethered to reality. 

Panting heavily through your release, you feel another one rising again and ride it out, basking in the magnificence of over-stimulation. Your hands unintentionally grip Mando’s chest plate, the muscles in your legs tensing up with a fiery burn and your thighs squeezing together around his hips. You thank the stars above for the speeder being so loud, otherwise he would be able to hear you literally falling apart and whining through the aftershocks. 

It’s too much; too pleasurable that it’s becoming painful, but you don’t want it to stop. You want to be reduced to a quivering mess, to be soaked in your own desire as your eyes haze over with bliss. “Oh f-fuck.” You moan disgracefully, succumbing to your wants and needs; your need to tell him how you really feel about him. Even though he can’t hear it, you need to speak your truth and say the words out outloud. “Stars! I want you so bad, Mando.” You cry to yourself, “I want your fingers inside of me.” 

Minutes passed by like an eternity before the bike slowed down and you no longer felt the sun beating down on your back anymore, just the coolness of the shade blessing you with a break from the heat. “We’re home, mesh’la.” You hear Mando say but could barely form a reply and just nodded into his back. 

However, instead of getting off the speeder, he firmly held onto your thigh and hip, then pulled you around to the front. “M-Mando?” You gasp with surprise. You were now sitting on his crotch, gazing up into the T shape of his visor as he placed his thumb and forefinger to your chin, looking back down at you. “I heard you moaning, sweet girl,” He growls, hand on your hip squeezing the flesh hard as your cheeks begin to burn with embarrassment. He heard you, heard you moaning therefore he must have heard what you said. 

“I’m sorry.” You blurted, lowering your head in shame, but the man slipped his hand around the base of your neck and tilted your head back before pressing his helmet to your forehead. “I want it too…” He exhaled shakily, “I want you so badly, cyar’ika, I always have.” 

“You have?” You ask, disbelieving the words exiting his mouth. “B-but I don’t understand. How have I not noticed before?” 

“Because I do well with hiding my emotions.” The man explains, both hands now firmly holding your hips, his fingers slip under your shirt with request. “But not anymore cyar’ika. I won’t hide how I feel anymore, if you won’t hide anymore either.” 

“I won’t. Not ever again, Mando.” You moan, brows pulling together with bliss under his gaze. You can feel the warm leather on your skin, feel the burn of his fingers inside desperate to touch you without the barrier of clothing. Looking down briefly and whimpering at the sight of his gloved hands straining against the fabric, you look back up into his visor with a nod. “Touch me. Please touch me, I need you so bad.” 

Laying down and arching your back for him as he makes quick work on removing your pants, you moan falling on his ears audibly this time, you feel the desperation from the man during his bid to remove all barriers of clothing preventing him from pleasuring you. Mando hikes up your shirt, exposing your breasts to the warm breeze blowing over your skin before pawing at your booms with one hand. He tears your panties down your legs, the hurriedness of his actions making you blush. 

“M-Mando.” You whine; whine and beg without actually saying what you need from him. He heard you loud and clear anyways, he heard it from the way you moaned his name. Mando knew how much you wanted him; knew from the moment he laid his hand on your lower back earlier and your heart rate kicked up suddenly. “I know, sweet girl.” He breathes reassurance, telling you exactly what you need to hear. “I know and it’s okay. I will take care of you.” 

“Oh fuck!” You cry upon feeling two bare fingers sliding into your sex. When did he take them off? You don’t even know, but you don’t care either. His fingers are so big and fulfilling, bending into a come hither motion to caress your g-spot. “So wet, mesh’la.” He groans heavy and wanton, admiring the slick coating his fingers. There was so much in fact, it was drooling down his digits and making a mess inside the palm of his hands. “So tight too.” His modulated exhale reaches your ears, shaky and breathless. 

You clench around him, the muscles in your cunt aching with dire need to be stroked and stretched. “M-More.” You whimper. Hands trailing down your body to pull down your bra, exposing your nipples, you hold them between your fingers and plead with him shamelessly. “Please Mando. I want mo-yes! Like that, just like that.” You yell out, rewarding his actions with your words as he buries three fingers to the hilt beautifully. 

You don’t even feel Mando removing his hand from your breast, nor do you feel him fighting to open his slacks and free himself. All you can focus on is the way he grunts. Your eyes closed, lost within the bliss of his fingers pleasuring you, only when he removes them, you open your eyes with a needy whine. “N-no, don’t stop.” You look up just in time to see the man reaching for you, grabbing you by the sides and pulling you flush to his chest. 

“Cyar’ika!” He growls deep and low, cock thrusting inside of you and bottoming out in one swift motion. You mewl from the stretch, pulsing around his girth and grip onto his biceps from the burn his size was causing. It was phenomenal. You wanted it again, to feel him stretch you open again and again with each snap of his hips into yours. “Mando move!” You choke on the words, burying your face into the nook of his neck and rolling your eyes back with the scent of him flooding your senses. He smells so good, so heavenly. 

The man makes quick work of rutting into you, using your own body as leverage to pull you into his thrusts and meet him halfway. You could hear your desire squelching around him, could feel the damp spot it was leaving on his clothes, making a mess. Though it wasn’t enough for him. Mando apparently had his own sexual frustrations to release too. He needed more and he took more. 

“Hold on.” He grunts an order, hooking both arms behind your knees and using your ass to lift you up and down. The man even leaned back, getting himself comfy as he uses your cunt like his own personal fuck toy to get himself off. You don’t care for the romantics right now, you need raw primal sex, and Mando was giving it to you in the best way. 

Little squeaks and moans slipped into his neck as he grabbed the globes of your ass and began slamming you down onto his hips. His cock was bruising your insides, filling you up completely each time. “C-cum, I’m cumming.” You manage to utter before falling limp, just letting him take over and fuck you into oblivion. 

“Tell me when to stop.” He moans brokenly, still thrusting hard and deep. “I’m nowhere near done sweet girl but tell me when to stop and I will.” Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you nod into his neck. Falling apart on his cock, your high was intensified as he surges through your vice-like grip and continues to fuck you from below. “Inside me.” You moan softly, tiredly, “Come inside of me, Mando. Fuck me until you're satisfied.” 

You blew past the stages of over-stimulation and entered the realms of sexual exhaustion. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to, so instead you just held onto Mando like he was a lifeline and let him use your pussy for his own pleasure. The man had stamina for days. Stamina like you’ve never seen before as he comes multiple times, filling you up with his warm creamy seed. Even when he paused for a break, gathering some energy while allowing you a break, he started again with a slow grind, relishing in the pretty little sounds escaping you. 

“Tell me to stop, mesh’la.” He says, almost begging you at this point to give yourself mercy. Mando wasn’t lying, he is nowhere near done and can last for hours - for you. He’s dreamt of his for months, fisted his cock many nights thinking it was your heat instead and now that he has your cunt wrapped around his cock, he doesn’t want to stop, can’t stop until he has emptied his sac. “Do you want to stop?” You lift your head to ask, gazing into the T shape of his visor and picturing what beautiful eyes he must have behind it. 

“No, not at all.” He groans and gasps in reply, feeling you clench around him. A smile tugs on your lips, sweet and innocent like at first, but then it becomes devilish and naughty. You don’t want to stop and neither does he. You both want more. “Well keep fucking me Mando.” You sigh breathily, resting your cheek to his shoulder with a request;

“And don’t stop until we’re both completely spent.” 

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As you sit up and perch yourself on the side of the bed, your sudden bout of dizzy spells begins to disperse but is replaced with dehydration instead. You need a glass of water. A really tall glass of water. The dryness in your throat is nothing like you’ve ever felt before. It’s as if you’ve been sleeping with your mouth open all night long and it feels uncomfortable. How have I slept this late? You wonder, and feel baffled as to why you still feel exhausted. 

Standing up from the bedside and raising your arms to stretch, you immediately wince with pain when your shirt grazes along your nipples. The contact was sore and sensitive, but as you lowered your arms and looked down at your chest, you could see them protruding through the fabric and it suddenly became clear. The dizziness, the dehydration, sleeping in late and pain in your lower back and breasts; they’re all tell-tale signs that your menstrual cycle is nearing. 

“Great,” you huff, shaking your head, “That’s just great.” 

Irritated, you walk to the bathroom and reach for your glass beside the sink. There were some droplets of water left inside of Joel’s glass, no doubt from when he awoke this morning and did exactly what you’re right doing now, but you now wondered why he didn’t wake you up. The man is an early bird just like yourself and if you’re not already up and out of bed before him, then he usually rouses you from your slumber. And he takes pleasure in doing so as well. 

Joel likes to wake you up in a variety of different ways. Suppose it really just depends on his mood, but it’s either waking you up with breakfast in bed, a gentle nudge and a kiss to your cheek, or his face between your thighs and a breath-taking orgasm. What better way to start the day, right? But perhaps he had an inkling that you weren’t feeling too good today and decided you needed a long lie in. Afterall, you do feel exhausted even though you’ve just slept for ten hours and that’s just another sign and symptom of your period approaching. 

You don’t necessarily have a problem with Aunt Flo and how she can sometimes put your body through hell, but more with her timing of arrival. These symptoms are early and you’re expecting your period in at least ten days. It’s just inconvenient. You and Joel finished your shifts at work yesterday evening after working tirelessly for the last six weeks, but now you have the next seven days off to enjoy, and it’s just an inconvenience if you have your period during this time. 

With some hope and optimism, maybe these symptoms you're experiencing are just a fluke. You had them a week in advance before. It’s no big deal. Shrugging off your bad start to the day, you finally fill your glass and take that long drink of water before brushing your teeth. You smile upon seeing Joel’s toothbrush placed inside the holder, the bristles looking a little beaten up and worn out. He takes real good care of his teeth, but often ruins his toothbrush. It’s a good thing he knows how to make the damn things in his workshop, you thought while swishing some water around your mouth. 

As you straighten your back and look in the mirror though, the pain in your breasts remains and your nipples are still poking through the fabric. They’re hard, yet incredibly tender and sore with every little movement you make. The best remedy for the pain right now would be a warm shower, but the remedy you wanted most is Joel’s comforting touch. Other than waking up today with all of these troubling symptoms, you’ve also awoken with an insatiable hunger for intimacy. Or in other words, you’re extremely horny and you need your boyfriend's assistance. 

Upon taking another look in the mirror, your eyes drop to your legs and thoughts pop into your mind about how to make yourself look a little more sexy for him. Even though there wasn’t a need to, Joel has made love to you when you were looking worse for wear and bedridden with the flu, but it was more than just looking sexy for him. You wanted to look sexy for yourself too. 

Taking off your pants and leaving your underwear on, you head back into the bedroom and retrieve one of his buttoned plaid shirts from the drawer. Not only do you love the size, pattern and material of his clothes, but you love that his natural aroma clings to the fabric no matter how many times you wash them. He has this warm musk that just wraps itself around you and it’s a delicately fragranced mixture of wood, coffee and sweat. 

After carefully removing your shirt and putting his over your body instead, you buried your nose into the collar and inhaled the scent of him. He always smells so good, even when he’s sweating profusely after rolling around in the sheets with you. Just thinking about the way he looks when he’s laying above you, sweat gathering along his brow as his chest heaves makes your legs squeeze together. You need him so badly right now. 

Making your way downstairs to find him, your footsteps light and quiet against the hardwood floor, you stopped at the doorway leading into the lounge and saw him sitting on the sofa with a book in his lap. The sight of him took your breath away. He looked so engrossed and content, reading through the pages of a Lover's Fairytale. It’s one of your books. You often babble about how riveting the plot is and go into detail about the characters exploring their love for each other. 

You really admire Joel. He’s a beautiful man and a good listener too. He listened to your ramblings and decided to read the book for himself, and considering he doesn’t even notice you peeping your head around the living room door, he seems to be completely roped into the storyline. He even had his reading glasses on, and they sat on the bridge of his nose perfectly. You like those glasses. They make him look sophisticated, attractive and even more handsome than what he already is. 

Although you were initially coming downstairs to seek his assistance, you didn’t want to disturb the man while he read and quietly moved away from the doorway to make a mug of hot tea, but to your surprise, he knew you were there all along. “Hey,” he calls out softly, grabbing your attention, “Not so fast doll. Come ‘ere,” he looks up at you and pats the empty spot on the sofa beside him. “Come sit with me for five. I missed yer this morning.” 

“I know,” you reply in a whisper, leaning against the doorframe with a small smile on your lips, “We finally got some time off work and I spent all morning sleeping… How come you didn’t wake me?” You ask, to which he sets his book down and leans forward to get a better look at you, “‘Cause you needed it, sweetheart,” he smirks upon seeing you with his shirt on and no pants. Just the way he likes it. “Come over here, beautiful,” he asks again, his tone honeyed with seduction. 

You couldn’t say no to the man even if you wanted to. He was driving you up the wall without even trying, and the way he was looking at you, lustful and needy for your attention, is just increasing your sex drive. “I actually need your help with something.” You say as you walk toward him, your arms held over your chest with a flickering grimace in your expression. 

“What is it, babydoll?” He questions upon noticing the discomfort you were in, then reaches out as you approach, his hands landing on your hips instinctively to reel you into his desired position. Which was directly onto his lap. And once you were sat, he took your hands in his and placed a kiss to your knuckles, brushing his bearded lip across your skin. “What’s wrong?” He asks. 

“This-” You sigh heavily with frustration and lift your shirt for him to see. “-They’re really sore today, especially my nipples.” You explain and watch as his eyes drop to your chest with a mixture of arousal and concern on his face. And while you felt your cheeks burn with flattery under his wanton gaze, you were in pain and he could see that for himself. 

“Yeah, they look swollen,” he nods in agreement. Taking his reading glasses off and setting them aside, he examines you carefully like he was some sort of doctor before asking: “Are you due your period, babe? I remember the last time you complained about this and-” he pauses briefly with the flashback of memories popping into his mind, and you see him fighting the urge to indulge with his dirty thoughts before snapping out of it. “-Uh, this is usually a symptom of your period, right?” He looks into your eyes and immediately blushes under your playful glare, evidently catching him in the act of thinking dirty. 

And while Joel knew that he was caught, he also knew that you were thinking the same thing he was from the way you subtly bit your bottom lip and rolled your hips over his crotch ever so slightly. The action brought him great relief. It made him feel less guilty about eyeing you up and down at a time like this as he didn’t want to be disrespectful for greedily staring at your boobs. Yet, he is a man after all and he just simply enjoys looking at you naked, and although you’re in pain, you’re not experiencing an unbearable amount that represses your need for intimacy. 

Without even asking if you wanted him to alleviate your discomfort, he leaned in slowly while holding your direct line of eyesight and placed a kiss to the top of your breast. Your body shudders from the contact, causing your skin to pimple as his beard tickles you. There wasn’t a need for him to ask if you wanted him to continue. He could see for himself how his actions were making a difference. Your back slowly began to arch into him, silently pleading for more, which he wasted no time in giving.  

“This what you wanted my help with, baby?” He asks rhetorically before placing a kiss on your other breast. The man already knew the answer, but you nod to him nonetheless with a breathy sigh escaping your lips - a sound so sweet to his ears that it made his eyes close instantly to focus on every little sound you made for him. “I got you, darlin’.” He sighs heavily, “Let me take care of yer.” 

Joel is what you would describe as a pleasing kind of lover in the bedroom. He feeds off your pleasure. Sometimes it’s just enough to make him climax, though nothing could have prepared him for the noise you made when he sealed his lips over your nipple. You sucked in a deep breath, gasping sharply from the contact like it was agonizing and for a split second, he thought it was too much. But then he looked up at you and scanned the expression on your face and it was a relief. Just pure relief. 

With your eyes closed and your mouth open, whimpering sounds escaping you plenty, he continued relieving your discomfort by sucking your nipple as gently as he could. You’re still sensitive and tender, and your breasts are so full and heavy. “Joel.” You plead. Although you don’t know what for, you plead to him regardless and he responds with a deep, vibrating hum into your breast, as if he were hungrily lapping up the opportunity to provide the remedy you desired most. 

You felt his hands sliding up your back, the warmth of his palms sending shivers down your spine as he cups the back of your neck to keep you in place. The position kept you pinned against him and made you feel the growth between his legs pushing into your sex from below as he bucked his hips off the sofa. The man was using the friction in his movements to get himself off. You could tell by the sounds he made as he grunts brokenly into your chest. 

He slowly laid himself back, still keeping you pinned against him with his lips closed around your nipple before using his free hand to grab a handful of your ass and guide you to move. You started rocking your hips back and forth in a slow and deliberate pace, drawing out the sexiest noises he could make. Despite the fact that his groaning was muffled and incoherent, you heard him loud and clear, and he sounded as desperate as you did just moments ago. 

“Joel, let me help.” You beg; beg to help him as well as yourself. He needed the relief as much as you did right now. The ache you mutually felt was palpable, and just simply thinking about him penetrating you was enough to make you clench around nothing. He could feel that. It caused him to release your nipple and throw his head back with a growl. “You sure?” He asks, wantin-no, needing your confirmation. “This is about your pleasure, babydoll. Not mine.”  

“Yes, God yes,” you reply breathily, “I can’t take it anymore. I just need you inside of me.” And that was all Joel needed to know. The sound of you so needy while pleading that you just couldn’t take it anymore drove him out of his mind. He pulled you in and closed the gap, planting his lips against yours in a bruising kiss while both his hands dropped to your hips. His fingers dug into your skin so hard that it was bound to leave a mark, but you didn’t care. You wanted him to mark you. 

Eagerly pulling his pants down just enough to free himself from the confines of his boxers, you heard his cock spring back and slap against his lower stomach. He was painfully hard and throbbing with an insatiable need to be buried deep inside of you as dribbles of pre-cum began leaking out the tip. You didn’t even bother removing your underwear. You were too impatient and just moved them to the side to grant him easier access, which he took swiftly by spitting into the palm of his hand to coat his cock. 

“Holy shit!” He cries upon taking himself in hand, the action easing some of the ache, but not nearly enough as he swipes the tip through your folds. “Fuck me, baby. You’re so wet already,” he breathes raggedly with a smirk on his lips, “This all for me? I barely touched yer.” 

“I was horny for you, Joel,” you explain, a bashful laugh threatening to escape you, “From the moment I opened my eyes, I wanted you so badly.” 

“Oh, is that right, darlin’?” He asks with a playful, yet smug tone in his voice, to which you nod frantically in response. He strokes his cock twice before notching the tip at your entrance, “Well then, I won’t keep you waiting any longer, babydoll.” He groans as you take him inside slowly. 

“Fuuuuck. Joel!” You mewl, and the sound is so gratifying to the man that he struggled to hold himself together and not climax right there and then. “That’s it, gorgeous. Keep going.” He praises and holds onto your hips for dear life as you savor the feeling of his girth stretching you open just how you like it. He’s quite impressive in size, and you could feel every vein and ridge while taking every inch of him until he was buried good and deep. 

As you watched the man's expression change with nothing but pleasure and bliss, he couldn’t decide where to look; your beautiful eyes, or the pretty sight of your cunt wrapped around him. He chose a third option instead, which was to observe your face change as he rubbed nameless shapes on your clit, the added stimulation making your brows knit together and your mouth fall open with moaning cries of his name. 

“You like that, huh girl.” He groans with you, feeling proud of himself, “Feels good when I play with yer pussy like this, don’t it?” He asks, though you couldn’t give him any reply other than a whine and a nod. “Yeah, I know babydoll. I know.” He coos mockingly and it just drives you that much closer to the edge. You love when Joel gets cocky like this. He often makes great use of his tone and choice of words to make you fall apart over and over again. 

However, as you changed your rhythm and lifted your hips instead of rocking back and forth, the man now faced great difficulty with self-control. His free hand darted out to your side, gripping you tightly to steady himself as you held onto his shoulders to slam your hips down onto his cock. “Nnghh!” He chokes, teeth gritting as he is the one falling apart. “Oh fuck! You’re gonna make me cum if yer keep this up.” He warns. 

“Good,” You answer him quickly, a bite in your tone. “That’s exactly what I want - for you to cum, but inside of me.” You moan directly into his ear, making his eyes roll into the back of his head as he holds you close. “I want it all, Joel,” you pant heavily while grabbing the hairs at the base of his neck to keep you grounded, “All of it. Everything you can give, baby.” 

“God damn, darlin’.” he growls. Cupping the back of your neck once more to keep you pinned to his chest, he uses his free hand to grip your ass and drill into you from below. He amped up the pace to a breath-taking level, knocking the wind out of your lungs with each thrust into your cunt. Your body shook violently from the quickness of his movements, and the sound of him grunting like a caveman brought you to the edge of your orgasm. 

He was so out of his mind, lost within the satisfying feeling of your pussy pulsing around him that he acted on impulse and slapped your ass. It was a shock and a sharp sting, but you gasped and begged for more. “Shit, Joel. Do that again, please baby.” You said, and he dropped both hands to your ass, grabbing handfuls and smacking you plenty, which left a big pretty pink handprint behind. He buried his face into the nook of your neck and held both his arms across your back, still pile-driving into you from beneath you. 

“I’m close, babydoll,” he whined. Actually whined. He sounded breathless and exhausted, overstimulated as his orgasm roared towards him. “Oh fuck, oh fuck. I’m cumming.” He warned, and the abrupt stutter in his pace followed by moaning and panting spilling from his lips pushed you over the edge. His pleasure was yours, and your climax came in intense waves of ecstasy as you clamped around him with a vice-like grip. 

“Oh God,” you moaned. Reveling in the load of seed he released inside of you, it was warm and plentiful, coating your velvety walls as they pulsed around him, as if drawing out every drop he could give. “Feels so good,” you mumble into his neck before pulling your head back to look him in the eyes. “You did so well for me, baby.” You praise him with compliments as he comes down from his high. “Look so handsome like this. I love you, Joel. 

Closing the gap and kissing his lips, you wipe the sweat away from his forehead before cupping his cheek gently. He looks at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes, the irises expanding like he was high on drugs. You were his drug, and it was apparent that he was still on cloud nine. He needed that extra reassurance and comfort. “You okay there, stud?” You ask softly, a warm smile on your face as you rub his arms. 

“Always, darlin’,” he leans in to kiss you, “and I love you too,” he says before swiping his tongue across your lip, requesting entry. You tilted your head and deepened the kiss, welcoming his embrace as he rubs his hands up and down your back soothingly. He didn’t want to let go yet, and neither did you, but he broke off to ask: “It wasn’t too much, was it?” 

“What do you me-” you cut yourself as he gently caresses your ass, answering your question before you could finish it. “No. Not at all, baby.” You reply, snuffing out that whispering doubt in the back of his mind. “It was a surprise, and I was shocked to find out that you like that sort of thing, but I promise it wasn’t too much.” 

Joel chuckles sweetly, his cheeks burning up to a rosy red in color as he rubs his forehead with the back of his hand. “I uh… I read about it in that book you suggested,” he explains, chuckling again, but this time timidly. “And honestly, I should’a read it sooner darlin’ because apparently I haven’t explored all that much in the bedroom and-,” he pauses briefly and shakes his head with embarrassment at his lack of knowledge, “-What the hell is voyeurism?” 

“Oh,” you laugh now, and take pleasure in seeing the man look so flustered and genuinely curious to learn more. There’s something so pleasing about opening one's mind to the exploration of sex, and you’re most glad that Joel’s initiated this conversation. It means he’s comfortable with you as much as you are with him. And even though you’re never left unsatisfied in the bedroom with the man, you find it considerate that he’s taken interest in finding more ways to enjoy sex. “Voyeurism is something you do quite often, baby.” You finally answer him after spending a few moments thinking in silence. 

“Huh. Is that so?” He tilts his head with intrigue, smirking. “C’mon doll, tell me. I’m dying to know.” 

“Hm, well maybe later on I can teach by example?” You suggest instead, “I already know you like it and afterwards we could go through my collection of books. I can open a whole new world of pleasure for you, stud.” You wink playfully, and the man shakes with laughter as he grins.

“Sure. Why not?” He agrees, nodding earnestly, “Maybe I’m a little late to the party with this stuff, but I’m open to trying new things with you, doll.” Reaching for the blanket laying over the sofa, he pulls it over you before picking his legs up off the floor and resting his feet onto the table. You lay your head to his chest with a warm smile on your face, humming contently as he peppers kisses on your head. 

Joel isn’t late to the party with this stuff at all, he just doesn’t know yet that most of the things he does in the bedroom are kinks, but you will educate him and together, you will have a lot of fun. Suppose you suggested the right book for him to read, although a Lovers Fairytale is only the tip of the iceberg to your collection. 

There’s plenty more where that came from.

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Perhaps it’s because Joel was so cozy to lay against that made you feel even more tired today. You just nuzzled into his chest and dozed off in a matter of seconds, the heat resonating from his body kept you snug with the blanket he placed over your back, and that’s probably the reason you feel extra sleepy. This is your first day off work in six weeks and you’ve spent the majority of it snoozing, and even though Joel doesn’t seem to mind all that much, you don’t really like to waste the day like this. You much prefer to be productive and keep active, so the first order of business is to wake up and stay awake this time. There’s still plenty of time left before the day is over. 

“I gotta get up,” you mutter. Peeling yourself away from Joel’s chest and sitting upright, you gasp softly upon realizing that he’s still inside of you. It was a surprise that you weren’t expecting to feel. The shift in your position buried his semi-hard cock deeper into your cunt, making him gasp as well and dart his hands out to your hips, as if keeping you steady.

“Easy there, darlin’,” he says, shuddering with the sensation of your warm velvety walls tightening around him. 

“Easy? You’re telling me easy?” You scoff lightly. Holding onto his hands and relaxing around him, you savour the feeling of being so full. He was twitching inside of you, growing harder and harder with each passing second. “You should’a warned me, baby. Don’t tell me to take it easy.” You whine and clench around him purposely, the action making him grunt and grit his teeth.

It was quite amusing to watch him suffer pleasurably, although it never occurred to you before just how many times you have fallen asleep in such an intimate position like this. In fact, you now realize that he rarely pulls out and you wonder if he likes to keep his cock warm inside of your cunt or if he does it because he thinks you like it. You do like it, and you want him to do it more often.

Maybe you can play around with the idea of cock warming in the near future with Joel, but right now though, the only thing you want is to take a much needed shower. 

Slowly and carefully, you lift your hips up and moan in unison with Joel as he slips out of you. A mixture of your desire and his slipped out too. It was warm and generous.

“Makin’ a little mess on my leg there, sweetheart,” Joel chuckles, and boastfully admires the way his spend was oozing out your cunt now. “Damn. I really filled you up, didn’t I?” 

“Shut up. I need a shower,” you snap with embarrassment before readjusting your panties to catch the rest. It’s not ideal, and you feel dirty, hence why you snapped at him in the first place, even though he doesn’t seem to care. “You really should have woken me up, babe.” You complain, your hormones making you feel grouchy. “It’s not normal how much I’ve slept in the last twenty four hours.” 

“Naw, that’s nothing sweetheart,” he shakes his head. Removing the blanket from your back and placing it over the sofa, you notice your book laying face down on the cushion and see how many pages are left. He’s been reading while you were sleeping and it’s no surprise that he was still somewhat hard inside of you. There were a lot of sexual scenes near the end and he’s practically finished the story.

“Hey,” he calls your attention back to him, snapping you out of your thoughts, “You obviously needed the rest so quit beating yourself up about it, darlin’.” He chides, and although you appreciated his reassurances, you still felt awful for sleeping so much. 

You need a shower, and some food too, but a shower will make you feel so much better. It will zap some energy into you and cleanup the mess you’re still making between your legs. Joel was right. He really did fill you up, and now that your sudden grouchiness has passed on, you feel bad for being snippy with him just now. He’s always so understanding, even when he doesn’t really understand your hormones. You don’t really understand them either. They can be extreme and confusing at times, especially when your moods change suddenly. 

“Thank you, handsome,” you express your gratitude with a smile, reaching out to cup his cheek and rubbing your thumb across his skin. He leans into your touch and gently shakes his head, as if to say ‘it’s no problem’ or ‘don’t mention it’.

You really appreciate the guy. He’s a good man, and a good boyfriend. The way he looks at you now speaks of nothing but love, and while you most definitely noticed the way he leaned in slowly, his face softened and his eyes honeyed, you closed the gap quickly and pressed a few chaste kisses to his lips. 

You didn’t want to, but if you spend another moment in his presence then you won’t ever make it to the bathroom. You’ll end up having sex on the sofa again and be back to square one with another mess between your legs. However, your chaste kisses weren’t enough for Joel. He wasn’t satisfied and wanted more. He took more by pulling you in close, kissing you back fervently whilst smiling against your lips. 

“Joeel,” you protest between giggles, “Stop that. I really need a shower,” you pull back, feigning disgust in your expression, “And you know what? So do you.” 

“I need a shower?” He barks out a laugh and acts like he was insulted. Shaking his head at you with a big grin on his lips, you nod to him and still wear an expression of disgust like he smells bad when in actuality, he smells so darn good. He always does. But whether or not he can actually tell you're being smart and playful right now, he relents and nods in agreement with you. 

“Okay then, darlin’. We’ll take a shower together… even though I know that’s what you really want.” He mumbles with a smirk, and it confirms that he did in fact know you were being smart and playful. “Go on then. Get,” he smacks your ass lightly. “I’ll be right behind yer.” 

Laughing to yourself with victory, you stand up and immediately squeeze your thighs together, the action making Joel chuckle as he knew why you were squeezing your thighs together. You roll your eyes to the man, still feeling slight embarrassment for the mess you're making, but the sense of pride reverberating from his smile makes you feel better about it. Made you feel less ashamed. It is a natural occurrence after sex and you shouldn’t beat yourself up about it.

“See you up there, stud,” you throw over your shoulder as you exit the lounge. Making your way upstairs and into the bedroom, you retrieve two sets of clean clothes, one for you and one for Joel before heading into the bathroom and turning the shower on.

Joel has to make sure everything is running smoothly with the water flow first before joining you, hence why he didn’t just follow you up the stairs in the first place. Jackson has electricity and a piped supply of water running through the homes, and it’s a real blessing too, but sometimes there are shortages or problems with the heating. And considering you stood with your hand under cold running water for a few moments before it gradually warmed up, you guessed that he was fixing the heater. 

Taking off your clothes and dumping them into the laundry basket just as he entered the bathroom, he stood at the doorway and drank in the sight of you fully nude with fire behind his hazel eyes. Just seeing the way he looks at you, like you were so sexy and hot, makes your skin heat up with passion and lust.

“You know how beautiful I think you are?” He asks, to which you nod and reach out for him. “M-hm. I see it in your eyes every time you look at me, handsome.” You whisper in response.

Taking hold of his hands, he slips his fingers between yours and kisses your lips again like he couldn’t ever get enough. You walk backwards together and carefully step inside the shower, humming with the contact of warm water hitting your skin. It was soft. All of it was; the water, his embrace and the kiss. You broke off reluctantly to turn around and press your back against his chest, only because the water could shut off at any given second and you shouldn’t waste a single drop. 

Although Joel wasn’t in dire need of a second shower today and he most definitely didn’t smell bad - you just wanted the company - he rested his cheek against yours and lapped up every ounce of warmth showering down from above. He even wrapped his arms around your lower stomach and caught the big foamy bubbles in his hands to lather your skin. When you held your arms out to wash them, he took advantage of the opening and caressed your breasts carefully while keeping in mind that your nipples might still be sensitive. They were, but not as bad as they once were hours ago. 

After you were satisfied with your top half being cleansed of post-coital sweat, he let the water wash all of the bubbles off his hands before cupping your pussy, acting like it’s just part of the routine to help wash your body when you could feel the man smirking against your neck. He’s quite clearly enjoying himself, and you’re enjoying his ‘help’ too, but you remind yourself of the water limits.

“Hair, baby. Watch your head.” You warn. Grabbing the shampoo and squeezing a small amount in the palm of your hand before massaging the substance through your hair, you only warn him to watch his head in case your hair hits him in the face. He moved back, but kept as close as he could, and the scent of your shampoo flooding his senses was euphoric. He loves the way it smells. It’s fruity and tropical.

Once you were finished, he returned to his prior position and rested his cheek against yours again. “We’re wasting water, you know.” You lightly chide. 

“I’ll find more if I have to,” he argues, then nuzzles his nose, mouth and chin into your neck. 

“M-hm. Whatever you say, Joel.” You retort with a laugh. Shaking your head as you feel the man nipping your skin, he had been subtly grinding into you from behind ever since you stepped into the shower and it’s really rather surprising just how horny he is today.

Sex usually takes a lot from Joel. He’s not a young man anymore and the breaks in between making love have become longer with his age, albeit it’s not a problem and hasn’t ever been. He satisfies your needs exceptionally, but today you’ve noticed that his stamina is longer lasting than it usually is. His cock is hard and he’s using the friction of him grinding against your ass to get himself off, but you had an idea and turned the shower off, momentarily disturbing the self-pleasuring rhythm he was building just now.

“Killjoy,” he tuts softly, “I was just getting started, babydoll.” 

“I got something to show you, babe -” you pause briefly, “- Well actually, I should say that I got something to teach you instead.” 

“Lead the way, ma’am,” he carefully steps out of the shower with you, still keeping his body pressed against yours, “I’m ready to learn whatever you have in mind, so long as you teach me without any clothes on.” He chuckles deeply, making you laugh with endearment. It’s not very often that you feel self-conscious or insecure about your body because Joel makes you feel beautiful in more ways than one. He adores you.

After drying off all the excess water dripping from your bodies, you lead him into the bedroom and ask him to take a seat on the chair in the corner of the room. “The chair?” He questions, confused. “But the bed is comfier.” 

“I know, but just trust me on this.” You reply. Walking over to said chair in question, you pull it across the floor and place it just at the bottom of the bed before patting the cushion. “Go on. Sit your ass down, Miller.” 

“Oooh, ok,” he throws his hands up sarcastically, but looks at you with a wild grin on his lips. “Keep talking like that darlin’ and you can have anything you want,” he winks, and you recognise the look in his eyes. He’s taken aback by your demanding tone, and he loves the shift in authority.

Perhaps that’s something else you can explore in the near future, but not right now though. Right now you’re taking it one step at a time with spicing things up in the bedroom and first up is the kink Joel already has, but didn’t know there was a name for it  - voyeurism. 

He takes a seat for you without any further protest and patiently awaits for your next command. It makes you cheer internally with delight. He’s acting submissive and it’s something you’ve never even thought about trying with him before. Not yet, but soon, you tell yourself, trying to contain your enthusiasm around the concept of being dominant in the bedroom.

You crawl onto the bed and take position right in front of him, noticing the way he places his hands on the armrests, his knuckles turning white from how he was gripping the wood. It’s as if he’s dying to lunge forward and take you, but he resists the urge for now. 

You lay back comfortably and spread your legs, watching his eyes drop to your cunt immediately with a puffing breath escaping his lips. “Hmm,” he growls, “Whatever the lesson is, I’m liking it so far, darlin’.” 

“I thought you would,” you bite your lip under his hungry wanton gaze, observing the way his cock twitches against his stomach. Although, he doesn’t remove his hands from the armrests to ease the ache he undoubtedly feels right now. He instead opts to look at your pussy, then your breasts and finally, your face.

When your eyes meet with his, you notice the way his expression softens with a smile, as if he’s completely enthralled with your beauty. “We’re going to have some fun, baby,” you whisper seductively and explain. “You like to watch me undress and get naked or pleasure myself, and that’s a form of voyeurism. It’s quite a common kink to have.” 

“That doesn't surprise me,” he shrugs, his eyes dropping down to your cunt again, “Who wouldn’t love looking at this?” He asks rhetorically, smirking. You watch as he leans forward in his chair whilst biting his lip, the movement stealing your breath away as he gets closer and closer to your heat. “Hmm darlin’,” he growls again, his voice getting deeper with arousal, “Won’t yer be a good girl for me and touch yourself?” He requests, oh so kindly. 

“God Joel,” you close your eyes, shaking your head with sexual excitement, “You drive me crazy and I love it-” you nod feverishly, “-Yes baby. Yes, I’ll touch myself for you, but only if you’ll do the same?” You counter offer, and the man simply couldn’t refuse even if he wanted to. He was too worked up and needed to ease the ache between his legs and feel that familiar electrifying feeling coursing through his veins. His dick was throbbing and his balls, so full and round, were filled with yet another load that belongs to you. 

“Show me what yer got, doll,” he prompts confidently, jerking his chin outwards for you to begin while leaning back into his chair. He spreads his legs wide for you to see everything before he wraps his fingers around his length, stroking himself firmly. You love to watch Joel pleasure himself as much as he loves to watch you. The sight is beautiful and erotic, sinful.

You watch his chest rise and fall steadily, the muscles in his arms flexing with his languid movements. He likes it slow at first, and gradually gets quicker when taking care of himself, saving the harsh and rough pace for your pussy instead. 

You hold his direct line of sight when licking the tip of your finger, even though you didn’t need to - you’re still wet - but he loved it nonetheless and smirked while following the direction of your hand with attentive eyes.

“Oh,” you gasp, starting with your breasts first. You held your nipple between your fingers, rolling the bud around gently whilst lowering your other hand to your cunt. You were moaning with rapture, but for Joel, it was yet another, recurrent, struggle for the man as he didn’t know where to look. 

The facial expression you wore spoke of nothing but delight, and it was mesmerizing to look at. Your breasts were voluptuous, jiggling ever so slightly because of the sparks of pleasure you were inflicting on yourself and your cunt was stirring up something wild and fierce inside of him. He wanted a taste, wanted to delve his tongue inside your quivering entrance and drink your desire right from the source.

He kept his eyes focused on the beauty between your legs and his mouth fell open with a groan slipping out. “Ohh, that’s it,” he says, rewarding your actions, “Keep going. Just like that, darlin’.” 

“Oh, you mean like this?” You ask teasingingly, then slide two fingers inside your canal. The substance in which he desires so much was oozing out of you generously, making him feral and ravenous. 

“Yeah baby,” Joel sighs heavily, and begins stroking himself faster, “Yeah, just like that… Nnghh,” he chokes, his brows contorting with bliss as he watches you finger yourself skilfully. You produced the prettiest little whimpers for him and wiggled your hips with pleasure, your legs threatening to close any second now with your peak nearing. “Yer look so sexy like this,” he babbles compliments while vigorously fucking his fist, “Yer legs spread wide with everything on display… Mhmm God-damn, I really like that,” he groans. 

“J-Joel…” You gasp and stutter his name, barely able to form a coherent sentence. He was driving you closer and closer to the edge, that familiar peak approaching steadily. “Keep t-talking like that,” you plead, wanting him to help you see stars. The sound of him beating his dick roughly was making your eyes close and roll to the back of your head. He sounded so whacked out with ecstasy and lost within the pleasure he was giving himself, making you whine. “Holy shit.” 

“Oh, I know, I know darlin,” Joel looked at you, his bottom lip protruding mockingly, “Just feels so good, doesn’t it?” He asks, to which you writhe on the bed and whimper breathily in reply, “Yes J-Joel. Feel’s s-so good…” you nod frantically.

Watching the way he was looking at you was exhilarating, another form of pleasure that only he knows how to give. You were so close. You could feel it as you continued to finger yourself in a come hither motion whilst using your free hand to rub nameless shapes on your clit. “Oh God!” You cry out when hitting that sweet spot inside out of you. 

“That’s it, keep going,” he quickly sings the praises upon noticing you were about to fall apart, “Mhmm, I can see your cunt squeezing your fingers, baby. S'okay baby. Come for me…. Oh there you go,” he groans with you, mimicking the noises you make whilst focusing on you and only you. He watches attentively as you come undone by your own hands, the sight making his balls pull up tightly and release dribbles of pre-come out the tip of his cock, a warning of the load in which he’s about to release. 

“Joeeel…” You mewl his name, your vision blurred with lust as the tears prickle the corner of your eyes. It was too much, felt too good.

You begin to pant heavily, your chest rising and falling with deep breaths making your throat dry, thus causing your voice to sound rough. It was sexy to Joel’s ears. He loved it; loved every second of your pleasure and every little sound you made, but your legs shake violently and close together before he quickly darts both his hands out to your knees, prying them open. His touch was electric, shooting shockwaves through your skin. It made you enter the realms of a new high. A powerful high. 

“Good girl,” he praises, noticing your slick dripping around your fingers plunging in and out of your cunt, leaving a mess on the blankets beneath you. “God-damn, that’s a good fucking girl, Y/N,” he growls another praise. You just looked so hot like this - a whimpering mess before him. It made him fall over the edge without even touching himself. He still held onto your legs and reassured you through touch as you came down from your high, but could feel himself spurting ropes upon ropes of hot cum across the hairs on his lower stomach, the sensation blissful and the sight filthy. 

While he breathed through his climax, his hands gripping at your legs tightly, you slowly began to relax and revel in the post-coital bliss. The little grunting sounds he made between puffing and panting made your eyes close instinctively with a satisfied smile splayed across your face. It felt like you were floating on a cloud in seventh heaven, lost in the hysteria of your orgasm.

You were so exhausted and too distracted to notice that Joel stood from his seat and made his way into the bathroom. Only until he returned with a shockingly cold wet rag between your legs did you snap out of your trance and gasp with the contact. 

“Sorry darlin’,” he apologizes quickly. Wiping your inner thighs and cleaning off the remnants of your desire, he was gentle with his movements, making you relax once again and lay your head back. “You okay there?” He asks. 

“Yeah. I’m okay, babe,” you reply, humming contently with the delicate stroke of his hand against your body. “Are you okay?” You ask, then pull yourself to sit up on the edge of the bed and look at him, taking note of his cheeks tinted a pretty pink in color and his body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He looked so beautiful. He always does and you can’t think of a time where you haven’t found him beautiful. It’s as if you just find him more and more attractive each and every day. 

You reach out and take his hands in yours, closing the gap to seal your lips over his in a loving kiss. He hums into your mouth, deepening the kiss as he slowly leans forward and lays you back down to the bed. “Never been better, doll,” he mumbles, finally answering your question before breaking off to move up the bed, seeking a comfier position to lay in. 

Even though you don’t feel tired, you lay beside him and look into his heavy eyes. He struggles to keep them open, but smiles bashfully and asks: “Can we do this more often? I really like watching yer pleasure yourself and-” he pauses briefly, his gaze dropping your lips then back to your eyes, “-I’d like yer to take the lead sometime as well. Took me by surprise with that bossy tone earlier, and I like that too.” 

You smile upon hearing the man say those words. It was all the confirmation you needed to know that he was interested in giving you the control for a change. You reach out and cup his cheek, kissing the corner of his lips once as he closes his eyes. “Sure baby, I can do that,” you whisper, “We’ll talk more about it soon, but rest up for me, okay? I’ll go make us dinner.”

Moving away from the bed and taking the blankets with you to be washed, you retrieve a couple fleece blankets from the cupboard and lay them over Joel’s body, making sure he is comfortable and warm, but the sound of him snoring softly makes you suppress a laugh. He had fallen asleep in a matter of seconds, and it made your chest swell with pride knowing you’re the reason why he’s out cold.

You spent a few moments admiring the man with a little endearing grin on your lips. He looked so peaceful, inviting and relaxed, making you feel warm inside and grateful to have such a fine man as your partner in life. 

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Three years ago, a fine talking fellow named Hosea Matthews came across you living in the streets with dirty clothes on your back and only a piece of lint in your pockets. Initially, you weren’t so willing to follow him back to his camp and trust his word that he’ll keep you safe, until he brought Susan Grimshaw and John Marston along.

When you look back on it now, it was the presence of another female that swayed you and boy are you glad that she was there to make you more trusting, otherwise you may have never joined the gang - joined the family. A couple of days under Susan's care is all it took for you to finally believe Hosea's word. You quickly settled in and found your place.

The following fortnight, Dutch and Arthur returned from their job and you fell for him instantly. Formal introductions were made of course, you had your first ten minute long speech from Dutch while Arthur made some jokes under his breath, which made you fall for him even more. His rugged good looks caught your attention first, then his humour, and lastly, his personality overall.

You liked Arthur right off the bat, there was no doubt about it, but you’ve kept that to yourself for the longest time and valued your growing bond with the man a whole lot more. He, just like the rest of the gang, welcomed you in with open arms and so many others too. In the very beginning it was just Hosea, Dutch and Arthur, but over time, more and more people joined. 

Jenny however, is fairly new around here, therefore you think she stole your job to build a good rapport with the higher-ups and if it were any other occasion, you would just brush it off and give her this one, but it’s because of what the job requires that bothers you so much. You know that Arthur likes to dress up, to put on a ruse and get into character, and that’s exactly what you had planned to do with him tomorrow in some fancy saloon while someone else cracks the safe hidden away in the cellar. 

You were so excited about this job because you know Arthur would have been so excited about it too. Just hearing Arthur, Hosea and Jenny laugh about how much they're going to fool people tomorrow night made you even more angry. That should be you going with them, not her, and you couldn’t stand to hear them talk about it any longer, hence why you’re now going to move even further away from camp.

Sitting on the edge isn’t far enough, you need a quiet and secluded spot to calm down in peace because all you feel like doing right now is either crying or yelling. Walking deeper into the woods, you could already feel a positive effect of the distance you were putting between you and Jenny. You felt better, relaxed, and it's exactly what you needed.

After approaching a clearing and finding a nice spot on the edge of a cliff, you sat down and dangled your legs over the side, basking in the warm night breeze. The sun disappeared just an hour ago, leaving a colourful gradient in the sky before darkness settles in. 

You always enjoyed nature, enjoyed the peacefulness of it, the sound of birds chirping, trees blowing with the wind or a distant animal mating call, but not the sound of a twig snapping from someone's boot doing a terrible job at sneaking up on you. “Nice try, Arthur.” You snicker, knowing damn well that it is him behind you. 

“Dammit woman.” Sighing, he slaps his thigh and totally abandons his attempt to sneak up on you. “How do ya do that?” He asks, then takes up the empty spot beside you, dangling his legs over the edge just like you were.

“I used to live on the streets, Arthur.” You roll your eyes at him playfully, then poke fun at him. “And besides, you’re not very good at sneaking up on people. It’s those darn feet of yours, they’re too big and heavy.” 

“Ah, well, you know what they say about big feet, huh?” He retorts, nudging your side with a chuckle. 

“What do you mean?” You shrug, playing innocent like a pro that works a charm on Arthur. It always does. Blushing red, he quickly stumbles through an explanation until you burst into a fit of giggles, striking the man with awareness. The sound of your amusement quickly brings him up to speed that you were just messing around, thus causing him to sigh relief before laughing about it too.

Arthur is older than you and he thinks you're innocent, but you’re not. The age gap between you and him is the reason why you won’t admit your crush besides lack of confidence. You’re in your early twenties, he is mid-way through his thirties and age gaps aren’t uncommon, but you notice the way Arthur looks at you compared to the other women in camp and it’s very different. 

He probably thinks you’re naïve, gullible and…a virgin, but you’re none of those things. You’re no harlot, nor do you have any ill opinions of women who like to sleep around, but you do have experience and know enough about sex, however he, of course, doesn’t know that. And this is why you play innocent around Arthur, to get a laugh by making him uncomfortable.

It’s amusing, just light-hearted, humorous fun between friends, though you really wish he could see that you’re not so innocent after all because you shouldn’t pleasure yourself within the privacy of your tent thinking about your ‘friend’. You are actually sinful and scandalous, cumming on your own fingers multiple times a week just wishing that it was Arthur between your legs instead. 

“What’s on your mind?” The man asks, and with impeccable timing too. Breaking the silence after spending too long thinking about your shameful activities in your tent, your cheeks now blossom a rosy red in colour, feeling like he could see directly into your mind. He couldn’t obviously, he’s just making conversation because you’re quiet, which is unusual for you.

“A few things, but I don’t wish to talk about them.” Answering his question, though sharing very little about what's on your mind, you turn to look at Arthur and smile. “I already know what your next question is going to be, and yes, I am okay - just needed a moment to myself.” You explain.

“Well…” He begins, but pauses immediately because you are right, he was about to ask if you were okay. You know him too well and answered that already, so instead, he takes a brief pause to think of something else, something that he’s sure will cheer you up. “Wanna play blackjack? I’ll throw in some money and make it more interesting for ya?” He suggests, hoping it will help with whatever is bothering you. 

Arthur then relaxes his shoulders and softens with your bright beaming smile. You nod to him excitedly, then move away from the cliff edge to find a safer spot to lay the cards out. Following you to a nice spot by the treeline, he sits down on the grass with you and digs into his satchel for his cards. He’s always kept them close after learning how much you enjoy playing blackjack. 

There’s a lot of little details about you that Arthur held onto; at first, he didn’t understand why he held onto those small details, until one day he passed a lily in the grass and instantly picked it up, thinking about how much you would like it - and that’s when it struck him that he was attracted to you. And still is. 

Arthur remembered the very first time he met you, about how you wore a lily in your hair just above your ear and how beautiful you looked. Over time, his attraction has bloomed uncontrollably but there are too many factors preventing him from admitting his crush on you.

First and foremost, you’re ten years younger than he is, therefore you won’t even be interested in an older man like him, and secondly, you are too innocent and are most likely a virgin. He doesn’t care that you are, but he doesn’t see himself worthy of being your first. 

There’s a long list of reasons why Arthur will never admit that he’s attracted to you, so instead, he will just be your friend, even though there is guilt residing in the pit of his stomach that grows each and every time he thinks about you late at night in his tent, hand wrapped around his cock, wishing it was your burning heat. 

The man hates himself for fucking his fist while picturing you, but it’s the only thing that gives him relief. Nothing else works, not even other women. He’s tried and every single time, he hasn’t managed to take off his pants. In some weird, subconscious way, it’s like he’s saving himself for you - for you to just suddenly develop a crush on him, which will likely never happen. 

“What’s on your mind?” You ask, breaking his silence after staring at his pack of cards for too long. “Do we both have a few things bothering us tonight?” You laugh, assuming his moment of deep thinking as a simple trance. Arthur chuckles with you, laughing it off as nothing, but wishes he could tell you everything. 

“Alright, we ready?” Asking rhetorically, he knows you're ready because you sat before him with your hands held out waiting for him to dish the cards, but you nod nonetheless and he begins serving.

After seeing you cross your fingers, his heart beats a little faster with a warmth spreading across his chest, and he, too, is crossing his fingers on the inside, hoping that you win. The money Arthur put down was a fifty dollar bill fold and even if you don’t win, he would just give you it anyways. Starting off strong with a total of fifteen, Arthur waits for your call and when you ask for a hit, the next card he lays out for you is a Jack, which now tally's your cards up to twenty-five, therefore it's a bust.

“God dammit.” You tut while shaking your head, the image making him smile. You get so invested with Blackjack, not with money, but with your own belief in luck and he thinks it’s cute when you get frustrated. You're a smart girl not to play with money, but he has enough to share and doesn’t mind waiting around until you win. 

However, after going bust another two times, you dig into the pockets on your skirt and lay down a couple dollars beside his fold of bills. “This is the one. I know it.” You say to him with a sure tone of voice. Arthur then tilts his head, narrowing his eyes playfully as he asks. “Are you sure now, girl? What did I tell ya about Blackjack?” 

“That if you don't win the first time, fuck the game and steal the money?” You retort, making the man laugh as he shakes his head. “No, not that, the other thing I told you.” Laughing with him, you nod and answer properly this time. “Don’t mix up belief with desperation, otherwise you will lose every single time.” 

“That’s right, good girl.” Arthur nods, pausing before he dishes out your next set of cards. “I’ll ask one more time, are you sure sweetheart?”

“Um - yes, I'm sure.” You whisper with a look of uncertainty on your face. Arthur knows a couple of dollar bills won’t be a big loss for you, but he doesn’t want you getting a taste for gambling and becoming addicted like he has done in the past many times now. You don’t look too convinced that you’re going to win. You just keep fidgeting with your hands, moving around as if you were uncomfortable and staring up into his eyes while anxiously biting your lip. 

“Cross your fingers, darlin’.” Arthur requests and when you do, he begins dishing out the cards with a hopeful wish in mind. Your first card is a seven, the second is a queen and the third is still in the deck, waiting for your call. Looking at him with big doe eyes, the man’s heart melts as he nods, believing that it’s going to be a win and that you should take a chance. 

“Hit.” You say softly while biting your lip again, but this time with a smile. Your call for another card brings out a four, making the total land on a perfect twenty-one. “Holy shit!” Gasping loudly, you hold a hand over your mouth and muffle your screams of joy. Arthur barks out a few belly laughs, hearty and deep, a victorious laugh for you when suddenly, you lunge across and wrap your arms around his neck. “Arthur! I fucking won! Omg! I actually won! Can you believe it?" You babbled excitedly.

“I sure can.” He replies, dropping the cards to wrap his arms around your lower back with a congratulating squeeze. “You’re a damn lucky girl, sweetheart. Good job.”

Upon feeling your body slump with a heavy sigh, Arthur worries over your silence and duration of your hug. You’ve hugged him plenty of times before, but nothing like this. It feels like you needed it, like your muscles relaxed and your tensions slowly disappeared. “Are ya okay, there?” He questions, rubbing a hand up and down your back reassuringly. 

“Mhm.” You nod into his neck, then hold him a little tighter, as if telling him to not let go just yet. Arthur didn’t know what is bothering you so much tonight that makes you need this hug, but he’s more than willing to provide it for you - only you. “C’mere sweetheart.” Tutting after hearing you sniffle, he pulls you closer to sit on his lap and cups the back of your head. “I didn’t wanna ask earlier, but I am now - what's bothering ya?” 

Silence. Silence is what you gave him while shaking your head into his neck. You still don’t want to talk about it, and he won’t pry it out of you, but Arthur can’t help thinking of the worst. Who? Is what he asks himself. Who has hurt you?

The man can’t even stand to think that’s what’s wrong and that thought alone was enough for him to hold you tighter, burying his chin in your neck with a soothing shush against your skin, however when he readjusts his legs beneath you, the sound he hears next isn't what he was expecting. You moaned.

Softly and quietly, you moaned into his neck and he felt you clenching around nothing directly above his thigh. You still were clenching around nothing, he could feel your heat pulsing and it was making a part of him twitch. “Um… Y/N.” Arthur manages to clear his throat then thinks about what he can say to get you off his lap before he embarrasses himself, but you shake your head again, this time with a plea in your whisper. “Just a little longer. Please?”

“I-” He gulps, still feeling your warmth pulse above his thigh as you very, very carefully move your hips. Arthur would have been none the wiser if he did not clearly understand that you were feeling something pleasurable right now. He would have been oblivious if he couldn’t feel you clenching. You’re not sad - you’re aroused. Your sniffles are muffled, struggling breaths of air as you fight back your moans and you’re getting yourself off on his leg. 

“Darlin’, I don’t think you understand what you’re doing.” He tries to reason, to make sense of what you’re doing right now, but you cup the side of his face, fingers threading through his hair to grip the base of his neck with desperation. Your breathing became ragged now, your hips doing a lousy job at being subtle, but then… then you pulled your head back to look him in the eyes, and oh those pretty big doe eyes were glossy with lusty tears, not tears of sadness. 

“I do understand.” You whimper, fully whimper right in front of his face and press your forehead to his. “It’s you that doesn’t understand, Arthur.” 

“Jesus, don’t… don’t say shit ya don’t mean, sweetheart.” Arthur fights the strangled moan stuck in his throat, knowing damn well that he is one mistake away from losing your friendship all together, however you persist with a desperate plea. “I need you.”

Taking his hands and lowering them to your ass, he gasps from the action and shakes his head, still not believing himself worthy of taking your purity and innocence, until you wipe out his doubts completely. “Arthur, I’m not a virgin.” You blurt. 

“What?” He chokes, mouth falling open with surprise. He couldn't believe it at first, couldn't believe what you were telling him, though the moment was short lived as he suddenly became aware of every little detail he overlooked.

He was struck with a thousand memories of you and him in the past, where he now realizes it wasn’t innocent behaviour on your behalf, it was him assuming you were innocent and naïve when you were actually teasing him. All this time, Arthur had held himself back, believing you were a virgin, believing that you were just his friend, joking and messing around when it was actually flirting. Arthur realizes now, and he acts on it. 

“Fuck!” He grunts, puffing a heavy wanton breath of air across your face. He then grabs your hips with a bruising grip and drags you across his thigh, drawing out a pornographic moan from deep within your stomach. “Oh, Arthur. Yes, just like that.” Your reassurance pleases the man, pushes him to provide more pleasure. 

Bending his knee a little and causing you to lean into him, he digs the heel of his boot into the earth and watches you roll your hips back and forth, using the friction of his jean clad thigh to stimulate your most sensitive area.

Arthur tore his eyes away from your face momentarily and looks down to see a dampness beginning to form on his thigh. She must be soaked through, he thinks then looks back into your eyes, the irises expanding with ecstasy at your sexy torn expression.

“Arthur, I'm close.” You sob. Grabbing onto his muscular biceps to steady yourself, he fought the urge to move, fearing it would mess with your focus and ruin your orgasm. Instead, he opted to watch; watch and weep with bliss as you tipple over the edge and fall into the pools of euphoria, making the man groan with his own release just watching you unfold. 

Your pretty face contorts, brows pulling together with your gorgeous eyes struggling to stay open. Little whimpers and mewls slipping from your lips, your fingers dig into the flesh around his arm and your cunt squeezes tightly around nothing when suddenly, you stop moving all together. Arching your back with a ragged inhale, you breath out a long, satisfied moan of his name then slowly rotate your hips, stimulating yourself through your high. 

“Hm, that’s it darlin’.” He speaks with praise, cupping the side of your face while dragging his thumb across your beautiful lips. Lips that he's wanted to kiss for so many moons now. “Good girl.” He whispers, causing you to open your eyes to look at him, then open your mouth and take his thumb inside, humming contentedly like it felt good. It made Arthur’s whole-body shudder with desire, seeing you act so corrupt and provocative with his thumb in your mouth when it was only moments ago, he believed you had never been with a man before.

No longer did he feel that ball of guilt in his stomach for taking himself in hand many times while thinking about you, instead it was replaced with a raging fireball of primal instincts to bury his cock inside of your warmth, just like he’s dreamed to do. You look down to his pants, noticing the damp spot you created and the damp spot he had created in the crotch area. He came too, came with you, but if you thought Arthur Morgan was done, then you are sorely mistaken. 

Pulling back the waistband of his pants, he frees his cock from the confines of his clothes and wraps his fingers around the base, pumping twice. Your reaction to seeing his size for the very first time makes his chest swell with anticipation. You practically drooled at the sight of him, bushy, long and girthy with a sizable set of balls. You wanted to touch him, pleasure him, take him inside and squeeze so tight as you climax again, and again, and again - just like you've dreamed to.

Arthur didn’t need to see into your mind to know what you were thinking about, he could see it clearly written all over your face, however he’s far from done with you quiet yet. “Again.” He commands, lifting his leg as a signal for you to move while he begins jerking himself off.

“Be a good girl and ride my thigh again, Y/N.”

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