Filthy Angel (Arvin Russell X Reader)

Part Two: What The Hell? (SMUT)

Arvin's fingers slowly moved down between your legs, down to your clothed cunt. And slipped his fingers in under your underwear, feeling your soaking wet pussy. He placed his thumb over your clit, softly rubbing it.

A moan escaped your lips by the sudden touch. His other hand suddenly flying up to your mouth, covering it.

"We don't want anyone to hear your pretty noises, right, darling?" He whispered as he slowly pulled his hand of off your face, allowing you to speak. Making you simply nod.

Arvin suddenly crashed his lips onto yours, in an aggressive but passionate kiss, forcing his tongue into your mouth. Preventing you from moaning. His thumb, that before this was gently rubbing you, were now harshly pushing and pulling at your clit. His other fingers teasing your folds. Your eyes rolled back as your mouth hung open against his.

"Shit, Arvin.." You moaned quietly into his mouth. A tingling anticipation filling you. He took what he wanted without question, something not most men had the balls to do, and you admired him for that.

You gasped loudly as he suddenly pushed a finger into you. A familiar knot building up in your stomach. You moaned into his mouth, squeezing your eyes shut at the climax. His thumb frantically rubbing your clit and the rest of his fingers curling inside of you, surely overstimulating you.

He still kissed you but you struggled to kiss back. He pushed in another finger, still having his thumb rub aggressively over your clit.

You were just about to reach your high when he suddenly stopped. Arvins hand quickly left you at the noise of the doorbell being ringed at.
His gaze immediately turned to the door. Piercing it.

He turned his head again, looking down as he took a small sip of his drink.
You turned around towards the door.
Coppers? But why was Arvin acting so strange?

"Hey, what's up with you?" You asked, actually concerned about Arvins sudden reaction.
Arvin wasn't scared of the policemen, right?

"Shut your mouth" he growled, still looking down at his drink. Your eyes widened.

You were too stunned to speak. Only a second ago he was fingering you, but now he didn't want you to bother him? It was almost hurtful to hear this absolute stranger to say such a thing. Why? Oh, you had no idea.

The coppers were walking around, checking out everybody sitting in the launch.
Arvin were fidgeting, trying his best to cover himself up with the policemen behind him.

You thought that maybe his behavior had a reasonable cause. Maybe he knew something you didn't. So you also looked down at your drink, trying your best to not make any suspicious movement and blend in around the other people.

After some minutes they'd had enough, smiling at the bartender as the cops sat down beside you in the bar stools. Ordering drinks.

That's when Arvin seemed to have enough. He stood up, taking all his stuff as he basically ran out of the room, probably up to the hotel room.

You looked over at the policemen, one of them had a cigarette in his mouth, his gaze following Arvin but then turning to you. Checking you out.

"Boyfriend problems?" He asked, taking another deep inhale of is cigarette.

"Yeah, sure, something like that" You mumbled, not wanting to explain the situation to the man.

"Ya know, if I were you. I would dump that, cunt, and follow me to my car" he said, a disgraceful grin plastered on his lips.
You scoffed and stood up, not replying to the man's suggestion. You were more interested in Arvin. You started walking towards the stairs but got disturbed by a voice behind you.