Arthur Fleck Archive, 2019

Let's Play a Game

Summary: Arthur walks in on you masturbating. A game of wills ensues. Smut.

Arthur is one touch starved man, and that's evident from the moment you two meet. He can't get his hands off of you, ever; he takes every moment he can to push his hands on your and show you that he loves you.If there's even the slightest distance from you for too long, anxiety begins to prick at his skin and nerves, and when he finally has his arms tightly wrapped about you again, he possessively keeps you within his grasp, making sure that he has you locked and that he has you as his.Although you were a little better at hiding it; you were just as attached. When he was at work for too long in the afternoons, you would pull out your favorite photos of him and start to finger yourself passionately, touching yourself until you came, although it was nowhere as nearly as satisfactory as Arthur's warm and sweet touches. You're always done before he comes home, however, so he's never aware of this practice and habit you've taken to.Which is why one night when he comes home and hears your moaning in the bedroom with the door shut, he automatically assumes the worst; that you've lost interest and decided to cheat.He barges into the bedroom, furious, his face hot red, fire and tears in his eyes. He immediately calms down when he sees you in bed, clearly by yourself.You're fingering yourself through your lingerie as you stare at a photo that had been taken of him by you when you had gone out in the gardens one day together. You were so lost in your lusty haze that you had barely registered that the real Arthur was home.Arthur couldn't help it, a laugh ripped out of his throat, and he covered his mouth out of habit. He was laughing in anger at himself for barging in like that, but also at how for a moment he actually believed you would ever cheat him so blatantly; he knew deep down despite his insecurities that you deeply loved him. He also just found the whole situation hilarious, his laugh a mixture of his condition and genuine humor."Hi, baby," you said seductively once he had calmed down. Sometimes you didn't feel the need to comfort him in an attack, for the simple reason that sometimes he just needed space. You could also see the amusement in his eyes as he had laughed; he had actually found this situation genuinely funny. You decided to get him to feel better using a different approach."Sit down, honey," you directed, and Arthur did so, though his red layer of blush from laughing had turned into a deep blush of desire. How he longed to touch you, deeply so. But he also wanted to listen to your every command, never wanting to displease you.As his eyes trailed to yours, he saw that glint in your eyes. Oh, you were treating him alright, but it was in an entirely different way tonight."Let's play a game tonight, honey. Whoever caves first and touches the other, loses." Your sweet words were like sugar, so warm and gooey and excited did they make Arthur feel.You guided your hand back down to your panties, and Arthur's hungry and naive eyes followed, memorizing your every move. He swallowed and he watched your fingers began to stick themselves back into your folds, one by one. He looked like a starved dog as he watched you, but somehow, by not getting to touch you, (a rare occurrence) was he feeling a strange but entertaining and richly satisfying psychological pleasure through his mind. By not getting to touch you, he was being put on the pinnacle tip of pleasure and anticipation, and, somehow, that made this all the much more fun.It sunk in fully that he was yours and you were his, and that was exactly why you two could afford these games with one another, knowing that despite the teasing, you both were completely safe and truly loved by the other.You began to finger yourself into an orgasm, continuing to look at the picture of him, your eyes full of love. You couldn't look at Arthur; you know you'd lose as soon as you did. You also wanted him to fully understand what he did to you even when he wasn't here. You wanted him to see the show of how you thought of him when he was late to coming home, to ebb away any doubt in his mind that you were anything less than crazy about him.Arthur couldn't help himself; he unzipped his own pants and grasped his cock, and began to stroke himself steadily. It was nothing compared to the feeling of your delicate hands on his, but he knew that with one word, one request, you would be back on him, delivering his every request, so weak were you for your Arthur to feel the love and pleasure that he so deserved. Knowing this, he decided to continue being on the edge of desire, the flaming "before" of touching you that was usually omitted before it could even begin; but tonight, it was being dragged out at full length, until it was breathing a lusty life of its own.He watched how your beautiful hips thrusted up and down, up and down, like ocean waves against a shore. How beautiful you were under the dim lantern light, as if you were a work of a moving work of art. He was full of both desire and lust as he gazed at you with everything he had.You couldn't stand it anymore; you saw at the corner of your eyes that he took his cock out. You turned your head over from the photo and over to him; the lust filled looked that was in your eyes was enough to get him on the brink of an orgasm. That fact that you were staring at him with such thick passion ablazed his love for you even more, made him feel proud that you were his; is that how other men felt when they looked at you? When they looked into those romantic eyes that he loved so well, eyes that were for him and him alone? Did they feel this much passion and longing? The stimulation of how other men must feel looking at you only turned him on all the more as he continued to stroke himself, knowing that unlike those men, you were his and his alone, utterly and completely owned by him and placed in his grasp, that at one request you would be melted butter at his knees.The game was becoming more intense, a painful but irresistibility rewarding game, somehow getting more pleasure by teasing one another to see how long you could go before one of you caved, knowing that when you finally did touch the other, it would send you both in a frenzy of passion that was all the stronger, simply because you had had to wait.His cum began to leak out of his manhood, though it wasn't from his own stroking as much as it was staring at you. His eternally hungry eyes traced your face, your nose, your lips, your forehead, knowing that his lips had brushed against them countless times, and would brush against them countless more. He moaned.As you fingered yourself into the brink of an orgasm, his moan sending you over the edge, you couldn't take it anymore. The way he was looking at you was a combination of lust, so weak for you, yet so strong and manly, so gritty. He was a combination of ominously haunting and divinely handsome. He was somehow so unique, so outlandish, yet so relatable and human at the same time. Such was the enigma that was your Arthur, and you knew that you would never truly understand him, but that only drew you to him all the more. The way the dim lighting framed and kissed only one side of his face, so tender it was even in his maddening lust, leaving the other in the dark, only seemed to prove your point."Come here, Arthur baby," you whined. You couldn't possibly resist him anymore. "I can't take it anymore."Arthur smirked in the dim light; he had won the game of resistance you had been playing. Though he seemed on the surface to be helpless and needy beyond what one could even imagine, which in some ways he ways, there was a layer of self control and dominance was hidden somewhere in his complex essence, stronger than anyone gave him credit for, both literally and physically.Arthur pounced himself on top of you, and furiously devoured your begging lips, both of you equally starved now."Mine," he growled between starved kissed. "Mine, mine, mine."It was true what they said about absence making the heart grow fonder.