Arthur Morgan x Male!reader
Summary: Arthur finds out just how much his words affect you.
Word count: 4.5k (got a little carried away🥰)
CW: 18+ Minors DNI, AMAB reader, praise kink, outdoor sex, handjob, anal fingering, penetration, unprotected sex, slight choking(?), cum eating(very brief), finger sucking, grinding, not any specific honor, perhaps a little OOC, lmk if I missed anything
A/n: Finally responding to this ask! This is actually my first time writing full-on smut, so hopefully it isn’t shit❤️
God damn that Arthur Morgan.
That’s all you’d been thinking since he’d first uttered those words to you.
It all started when he asked for your help with unloading some supplies that had been brought in from town. It was a pretty straightforward task; something you obviously had no problem doing. So, you gladly accepted, not thinking anything of it.
Until Arthur let two very distinct words slip out of his mouth.
You were sure he didn’t mean anything by it. It was probably just something he’d let slip, as if simply rewarding the kind gesture with equally kind words of praise. The phrase was as simple as a “thank you”, and yet for some reason you couldn’t shake the butterflies that suddenly erupted in your stomach.
Those two simple syllables spoken in that deep, rough accent were enough to make a spark of heat go right down to your lower body. Something you would never admit to anyone. Especially not to Arthur.
But in your desperate attempt to ignore the blood rushing up to tint the tips of your ears red, you hadn’t noticed the change in Arthur’s expression. The way his blue-green eyes danced over your face, the way the corner of his lips ticked upwards into a barely noticeable smirk, the way he scanned your flustered expression and tucked away every detail into the back of his mind.
You avoided his eyes while you completed the task of carrying the heavy crates, not daring to look in his direction for fear of him realizing just how much he’d affected you. Meanwhile, Arthur was already planning something mischievous.
He hadn’t meant the comment as a way to tease you, but he’d noticed your reaction. and now, he would be making the most of it.
Throughout the course of the entire week, you had been subject to his subtle jabs that told you he had seen the little response you’d tried to hide.
Arthur would pass by you while you did a simple chore, and you’d feel a slight touch on your lower back before his slow drawl produced a teasing: “Atta boy.”
Or, he’d see you struggling with your target practice and stop by to give you a few tips. As he brushed against you to fix your stance, he would mutter a low: “That’s it, darlin’. Just like that.”
It was driving you crazy, and he knew it.
So now, it was late into the night as you sat away from the center of camp, closer to the trees that kept it hidden from plain view.
Most everyone had gone to sleep by now, but you just couldn’t. Thoughts of what transpired in the span of the day were making you restless. More specifically, thoughts of Arthur.
The way his calloused hands brushed against you, warm and large. The way his voice hit your ears like rolling thunder in the distance. The way it melted your mind and reduced you to mush. The way you wished you could feel those rough digits brush against your skin, that baritone voice whispering sweet praises in your ear as he—
You buried your flustered face in your hands, willing the thoughts away. You were certain you were reading into this all wrong. He was just being friendly, right? There wasn’t any need to get so worked up over a few simple words. Because that’s all they were. Just words.
You grumbled to yourself and leaned back against a tree trunk, looking up to the sky and letting the cool air wash away the heat in your cheeks. It calmed you to get away from the others for a while. To sit with your thoughts and take some time to just be. You assumed tonight would be another one of those moments to just relax your mind and body.
But, the crunching of twigs snapped you out of your content state rather quickly.
You hopped up with a start and settled a hand on the gun in your holster, ready to draw and shoot at a moment’s notice. A familiar chuckled made its way to your ears.
“Easy now, darlin’. It’s only me.” Arthur came through the tree line, revealing himself with his hands held up almost playfully.
You took your hand off your holster, and relief flooded through you at the realization that it wasn’t some other outlaw looking for trouble. However, your body was still tense; not able to fully relax at Arthur’s presence.
It was for a reason different than fear.
“Jesus, Morgan!” You huffed, trying to hide the nervousness already building in your body.
“What the hell are you doin’ out here? Thought you were asleep like the others.” You put your hands on your hips, attempting to create an air of annoyance.
“I could ask you the same.” Arthur retorted with a curl of his lips and a raise of his brow, moving lazily to lean on the trunk of a tree. His arms crossed against his broad chest as he waited for any sort of response. When you answered his remark with nothing but a glare, he just sighed.
“Alright, alright. I saw you walkin’ down here and got curious.” Arthur’s digits tapped against his bicep, making a dull pattering sound that was swallowed by the chirping of crickets and the buzz of other insects in the wilderness. He seemed a little more laid back now than he was in the daylight. His shirt slightly undone and revealing a glimpse of his chest, sleeves rolled up to display his strong forearms, suspenders gone, hat presumably forgotten somewhere in his tent. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find his appearance to be extremely attractive. Maybe even more so than usual.
It made you feel hot to think about what he’d look like in other scenarios that might take place late at night.
You swallowed subtly, your eyes flicking back up to his face as you attempted to keep your composure.
“Well, I assure you I’m doin’ nothin’ that would interest you.” You cleared your throat and kept your voice matter-of-fact. He simply smirked.
“What were you thinkin’ about?” He stayed planted near the tree, eyes on you as if reading you like an open book. The question felt out of the blue, and it caught you completely off guard.
“What?” You sputtered a little.
He raised a brow again. “Well, I assume you didn’t come out here this late at night just to pick the damn daisies.” Arthur’s eyes were trained on your face, watching every reaction.
“So, what were you thinkin’ about?” He asked again.
You felt your heartbeat picking up in your chest. You didn’t answer immediately, because what were you supposed to say? You couldn’t just tell him that you had been thinking about him tonight, just as you’ve thought about him every night since that morning. That you were thinking about how his lips might feel against yours, how his breath would fan across your neck, how his hands would brush across your skin in the midst of sinful bliss, how his mouth would take the shape of those words you longed to hear again in that soothing timber.
You felt your cheeks heat up as you grappled for some lie. Anything to keep him from knowing the truth.
“Just…our next robbery, y’know? I-I heard Dutch talkin’ about some train—“
Arthur looked at your face, taking in the way your skin turned an even deeper shade of red as he called you out on the lie. He pushed off the trunk of the tree, stepping closer to you.
You swallowed so loud you swore he could hear it.
His gaze danced over you, searching your eyes. You felt his hands brush against your hips, pulling you so close you could feel the heat his body emitted from beneath his clothes.
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you’ve been actin’ ‘round me lately.” His voice was low. Firm. It made a shiver roll down your spine and a fire bloom in your stomach.
“What do you mean?” Your voice was embarrassingly high pitched as you feebly attempted to play dumb. You knew that it was futile, yet you couldn’t help but try to save yourself from whatever situation was to come.
Arthur scoffed slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips once more. “You think I’m stupid, sugar?”
“I’ve seen you avoid my eyes. I’ve seen you gettin’ all flustered just ‘cause of my words.” He pointed out.
“You’ve been actin’ all strange since I asked you to help me the other day, and I figure I know why.”
You tried to avert your eyes, but Arthur’s hand came up to your face and gripped your chin gently, making you lock eyes with him once more. Warmth spread across your face.
“You like it when I praise you, don’tcha?” The sentence was simple and soft, but almost teasing in its very nature. The way it came out of his throat and rolled off his tongue made goosebumps erupt on your skin.
You realized you really had been caught, and your heart felt like it was about to explode out of your chest as you nodded your head ever so slightly. Your embarrassment was palpable.
You saw Arthur’s lips twitch slightly as he leaned in closer.
“Yeah?” His breath fanned across your lips as his hand gripped your jaw imperceptibly tighter.
“You like it when I call you a good boy?”
Your breathing hitched as your mouth went a little dry. Those words were enough to send your mind spinning as you reached up to grip at his shirt slightly. This was not at all how you planned this would go. You assumed he’d laugh at you, maybe even get angry with you. But this? This was the last thing you expected.
Your noses brushed together, and you already felt your pants start to tighten. Arthur seemed to wait, almost as though he was testing how far you wanted to go with this. With him.
As you looked into his eyes, all reason went out the window.
Without a single thought, a small “please…” slipped off your tongue. The word was barely a whisper, your voice cracking a little as you muttered it.
And he didn’t seem to waste another second before his lips brushed against yours.
You felt his short beard scratch against your skin, but the feeling was soon forgotten when his hand slid from your jaw to cradle the back of your head, pulling you closer. Heat ran right through your veins as the other hand on your hip now pressed against the small of your back, making your lower body flush with his.
Arthur nipped at your bottom lip, causing a small gasp to escape you. He seized the opportunity, tilting his head and letting his tongue slip into your mouth, sliding against yours with purpose.
You let out a small sound, your knuckles almost white with how tightly you clutched the fabric of his shirt. The kiss was loaded with pent-up desire that had been building between the two of you for days now. The release of tension felt desperate. Needy. Intense.
His hands slipped back down to your ass, trying to pull you impossibly closer as he broke the heated kiss to mouth at the skin of your jaw and neck. Your head tilted back as your eyes fluttered and a shiver wracked your body.
His lips moved up to suck on that soft spot behind your ear before his voice came out in a deep, seductive rasp.
“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to get you alone, sweetheart.” He nearly growled, his breath hot against your flesh.
“Watchin’ you squirm with only a few words and a little touch from me is real entertainin’, I’ll tell you that much.” Arthur chuckled, and you nearly let out a whimper as he pressed your hips right against his own. The heat in your stomach was only getting worse by the minute, your pants already beginning to tent with arousal as he spoke.
The feeling of his warm hands through your clothes was driving you insane. You wanted, needed more.
He trailed his lips back up to the edge of your mouth, teasing you by just barely brushing against it. You tried to lean forward, but he pulled back before you could make contact.
“Uh-uh.” He tsked, a hand moving back up to your hair to give it a tug, and your eyes fluttered at the pleasurable feeling.
“Be a good boy and tell me what you want, sugar.” Arthur hummed lowly, his eyes staring into yours.
You suppressed another sound, gulping it down so you could speak.
“Touch me…” You whispered, breathing heavily. “Please.”
Arthur let out a low groan at that, eyes darkening with unrestrained lust.
He smashed your lips together once more, the kiss almost more intense than the last. You barely even registered his hands brushing further down and slipping under your shirt while he guided you to press your back against a nearby tree. Everything felt hot and heavy, almost suffocating in its entirety. You were overwhelmed by the feeling of his calloused hands sliding over your waist—exactly how you’d imagined they would just a few minutes ago. They were rough in contrast to the soft flesh of your torso, creating a delicious friction that sent you reeling as you panted into the kiss.
It only got better when his hands found your chest, one thumb brushing against your nipple and causing a surprised breath to rip from your throat.
He pulled away from the kiss to watch your reaction, the way you leaned your head back against the tree trunk. He chuckled as his thumb circled the sensitive spot until it pebbled under his touch.
“That feels real nice, don’t it?” Arthur spoke in a husky tone, his own breathing rather heavy as he gripped your jaw with his other hand once more.
Your hips twitched against his, subconsciously chasing whatever friction you could get. Sweat was already forming a slight sheen on your skin, your body reacting to the little stimulation he provided.
Arthur noticed, of course. His hand stopped the ministrations on your chest and slipped back down to your hips, encouraging your movements.
“Such a pretty boy, ain’tchu? All desperate for me and I’ve barely even touched ya.” He almost cooed. You groaned at the pressure on your aching cock as you ground against him, moving to bury your face in his neck. He let you rock against him for a few moments before one of his hands began unbuckling your belt.
“Why don’t we take care of you good and proper, hm?” He smiled against your ear as he popped open the metal button on your pants. “Wouldn’t wanna leave you unattended…”
Your breath caught in your throat as his hand slid into the waistband of your underwear, brushing the coarse hair that led down to where you needed him most. Arthur’s own bulge strained against his pants, pressed against your thigh.
He tugged your clothing down just enough to free you, exposing your reddened and leaking cock to the cool air, making you wince.
You buried your face further into his neck, clinging onto him as arousal coursed through your body. His warm hand wrapped around your length, tight and firm as he began lazily moving it up and down.
You gasped and whimpered slightly into the skin of his shoulder, your hands twitching as you gripped him tight. You had to hold back from bucking your hips into his grip. Arthur seemed to find amusement in your desperate state.
“That’s it, darlin’…” his chest rumbled as he spoke, his words both meant to tease and soothe you. He thumbed at your leaking tip, smearing the dollop of pre-cum that had beaded there and using it to aid in his slow stroking. You shuddered, eyes closing in bliss.
Arthur gently tugged at your hair, coaxing your face out from the crook of his neck.
“Let me see your face, pretty boy.” He rasped. You could only oblige.
You leaned your head back against the tree trunk, the sharp texture poking at the back of your head. Your eyes were half lidded as you breathed through parted lips, gazing up at him with nothing but need swirling in your irises.
“There you go.” He purred, looking right back into your eyes with desire as his hand sped up on your cock. “Good boy, sugar.”
You couldn’t help but moan softly and roll your hips into his hand. Quiet, wet sounds made their way up to your ears, fanning your desire.
“M-more…” You begged, the coil already starting to form deep in your belly.
“More?” Arthur teased, bringing his thumb up to pull at your bottom lip. The hand on your cock twisted on the upstroke, making you whimper in surprise. You throbbed in his grip, pulsing with unadulterated desperation while you leaked onto his fist.
“Yes- god, like that-“ you choked out, words sticking to your throat like honey as Arthur continued moving his hand like that. You started to feel that familiar tingling at the base of your spine, signaling your impending release. You bucked into his hand, hips moving in tandem with every slick movement.
Arthur sped up, keeping that twist on every upstroke. He could tell by your body language that you were close.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Just a little more and I’ll let you come, yeah?” Arthur kissed your neck soft and slow as you grunted with every flick of his wrist. Your eyes fluttered.
“A-Arthur-“ you whined, feeling that tingling sensation get stronger. “Please, please..”
He hummed against your neck, nudging the edge of your jaw with his nose.
And just like that, you were gone.
Your hips stuttered in his tight grip, your release washing over you in waves while your body shook. A soft cry made its way out of your lips and into the night air as you painted his hand.
Arthur worked you through it, milking your cock with lighter strokes and making sure you were satisfied.
He finally released you once you began squirming from overstimulation, bringing his hand up to his mouth and making a show of licking it clean. You panted, trying to catch your breath as you watched him.
Suddenly, Arthur flipped you around and pressed your front to the tree, grinding against your ass to relieve some of the pressure in his cock.
You let out a yelp at the sudden movement.
“Hush, sweet thing. I ain’t done with you just yet.” He nipped at your ear with a low growl, hands gripping your waist tight.
Arthur slipped your pants down further, leaving your backside completely exposed to him. He nudged your inner thigh with his knee, coaxing your legs apart further.
His hand trailed down, kneading the plush skin of your ass before spreading you further. He let out an audible groan as that pink hole was revealed to him.
“God…been thinkin’ about this all fuckin’ week.” He growled, pressing against you tightly.
You leaned your forehead against the rough surface of the tree, letting out a shaky breath as a hand moved from your waist all the way up to your mouth. Two of Arthur’s fingers rubbed at your bottom lip.
“Open.” He commanded, following his words up with a light tap to your soft flesh. Your body moved almost automatically, your lips parting so he could slide the two digits in.
“That’s my boy. Get ‘em nice and wet f’me.” Arthur purred, using his free hand to rub up and down your waist.
You let your eyes flutter shut as you suckled on them, wetting them with saliva just like he asked. He pressed the fingers against your tongue lightly, cock twitching at the feel of your hot mouth around them. He almost let out an audible groan at the thought of those lips wrapped around him in other places, the way your eyes would look up at him as you sat on your knees. He would save that idea for another time.
As soon as he deemed them slick enough, he slid his fingers out of your mouth and slowly slid his hand down to that tight ring of muscle.
He circled it lightly, getting you ready for what was to come. You tensed in anticipation.
Arthur kissed your shoulder lightly. “Relax, sugar.” His voice was calm, soothing.
You let your body relax just as he told you, and he began to work his fingers in.
Your breathing stuttered as you leaned back into him, his digits stretching you out and dragging against your walls slowly.
There was a slight stinging sensation as he pushed the first knuckles past your entrance, but the sting quickly melted away into an intoxicating feeling of pleasure.
He paused for a moment when they were fully seated, letting you adjust before beginning to pump them in and out. You groaned and pushed your hips back into his hand as he scissored you open with a skilled hand.
Arthur pushed them deeper, crooking them to find that small spot inside your body. You jolted and let out a shaky moan.
“That’s the spot, hm?” You heard Arthur chuckle behind you, the sound raspy and deep. He circled that spot for a couple more moments before slowly pulling out and adding a third finger.
You clawed at the bark of the tree as his thick fingers started thrusting lightly again, making sure you were nice and stretched out for him. You were still a bit sensitive from your release just a few minutes ago, and the sensations were already intense enough.
“Mhm…there you go, nice and easy.” Arthur praised, relishing in you the sounds you were making because of him.
After another few moments of the delicious ministrations, he pulled his fingers out. Just as you were about to complain at the loss of stimulation, you heard the clink of his belt buckle being undone. Excitement welled in your body, already imagining what was to come.
Arthur pulled himself out of his pants, thick and hard and leaking from how long he’s had to wait. He’d been aching for you since he’d first figured out why you’d been acting so strange around him—and now that he was here with you all spread out and pretty in front of him, he could barely contain his desire.
“Fuck, darlin’…” he groaned, pressing his cock against your soft ass and grinding into it, smearing sticky pre-cum across the supple skin.
He leaned in to kiss the spot behind your ear once more, laving over the spot with his tongue.
“See what you do to me, sweet thing? Got me all worked up over you.” Arthur growled before leaning back to spit in his palm. You panted in need, cheeks flushed and red while he reached down to slick himself up. Your body was practically shaking, cock already twitching again from the feeling of Arthur’s fingers just a minute ago.
He spread you wide, lining himself up nicely and tapping his slick cock right on your hole.
“God, you’re gorgeous.” He chuckled before slowly pushing in.
The two of you groaned in tandem as Arthur worked his way in. You weren’t expecting this much of a stretch, but the slight burn mixed with the pleasurable sensation of being filled to the brim erased any complaint from your mind. Arthur bottomed out, feeling your tight walls squeeze around him as he slipped his arms around your torso and pressed his face into the crook of your neck.
“So fuckin’ tight, god…” he grunted, taking a moment to let you adjust before he pulled back out and slid right back in.
You let out a moan louder than you intended to as Arthur quickly set a fast pace with his hips.
“Oh- oh fuck, Arthur-“ you whined as he adjusted you to lean back against him, one of his hands coming up to rest around your throat.
“Squeezin’ me so good, sugar. Like you were made just for me…” his breath was hot and heavy in your ear as the hand around your waist moved to rest on your lower belly.
All you could do was let your mouth drop open as you choked out a sob of pleasure. His neck tightened around your throat in approval.
“That’s right. Takin’ me so good, ain’tcha?” He thrust into you harder, making you see stars as he brushed against that spot deep inside you with every pass.
His praise made your brain fuzzy with pleasure, your vision hazy as your body jolted. You sobbed out his name.
Arthur only sped up his thrusts, chasing a release he could only find within your body. His hand reached further down, grasping your cock once more before beginning to stroke it in time with his thrusts.
He shushed you as you whined out in pleasure.
“I know, I know.” He panted in your ear, sweat from the two of you making your skin feel tacky against his. The stimulation was almost too much, causing your body to twitch.
“You can give me one more, sweetheart. I know you can.” Arthur’s words were almost slurred as he rutted into you like a man starved, his stubble scratching against your skin and creating a lovely burn. “Jus’ a little more. C’mon.”
The duel sensations of his hand stroking you and his cock filling you up with every slam of his hips had your release building up faster than expected. You threw your head back against his shoulder and let out a heady moan. The jingle of his belt and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled your ears like a symphony of debauchery and sin. Arthur’s deep groans echoed in perfect tandem.
“So good f’me, hm? Pretty boy…” He huffed through heavy panting.
Everything was almost too much, nearly unbearable. It built and built and built until the whole thing came tumbling down.
All it took was one more flick, one more thrust, and you were gone.
You cried out Arthur’s name as your body convulsed for the second time that night, the force of your climax causing your eyes to roll back into your skull at the sheer pleasure of it all.
Arthur held you tight through it, guiding you just like last time with his words and movements.
“That’s it, that’s a good boy.” He cooed with a groan.
Feeling you squeeze even tighter around his cock sent Arthur hurtling over the edge right behind you, burying himself deep in your body and letting go.
He panted into your neck, his body spent as he held you close. Your clothes felt stuck to your body, a result of the sweat your body had produced.
You blinked back to reality, face now bright red as you realized exactly what just happened between the two of you.
Arthur laughed against your neck, the sound vibrating through his chest and yours.
“You still haven’t told me what you were thinkin’ about.” He smiled.
You reached back and smacked him in the arm.
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