Summary: Your Christmas seems rather unsatisfactory until Arthur surprises you with the best thing he has to offer; himself. No warnings, unless you hate messes.A/N : This is 100% just a self indulgent thing that I wanted to whip up real quick that I got inspiration for a few nights ago ejkwjew the spirit of Christmas also possessed me and I needed to write a holiday fic with ArthurLength: 2,494You sighed. You hated to admit it, but you were upset at how this Christmas was going; you had hardly been able to afford any presents this year. Arthur had only about two sitting under the cheap plastic tree; you wanted to give him so much more. Arthur had gotten you three, which only deepened your remorse; you knew he made a little less money than you, yet somehow he had managed to deliver an extra gift to you. The things you had gotten him were rather cheap. It wasn't even just the gifts, however, that got to you the most; you couldn't afford to take him to any of the Christmas events that Gotham had to offer either. A little bit of sightseeing was all you could give him. Arthur had reassured you that even that meant the world to him, but you weren't convinced it was enough. Your heart was aching; you wish you could give him the world, but you only had your job that underpaid you.You frowned. Where is he, anyway?You had been sitting in your bed with the sheets over your legs, waiting patiently for him to come to bed with you; you two had decided to simply spend Christmas Eve sitting and cuddling into each other's arms, drifting in and out of sleep until the morning came. Arthur, having such a childlike spirit about him, often couldn't sleep the night before Christmas. For the past two years since you had started properly celebrating together, he had stayed up, tossing and turning recklessly, until you finally took him in your arms and started muttering little stories to him to help focus his brain. He was ever the attentive listener, looking up into you with sweet, striking green blue eyes until he began to drift to sleep, your fingers still caressing his brown locks gently. But he had been gone for about an hour, after quickly pecking your lips and reassuring you he would be, as he said, "right back." You huffed, and, finally giving in to your slight impatience, you bounced off of the bed and walked into the dim living room. One thing you and Arthur had gotten right this year was the decorating; there were green, golden, red and blue twinkle lights adorning the walls of your apartment, giving it a warm, welcoming glow. Though simple and cheap, it meant the world to you and Arthur that your apartment finally looked like Christmas, at least a little bit more than the past few years."Arthur?" you called into the dimness of the apartment. When no answer came, you felt a twinge of worry; god forbid if he had left the apartment this late; especially without you; Gotham was such an unforgiving city even during this time of year; hell, especially this time of year. People were always looking even more than usual for any gifts, or, pretty much anything that they could steal."Arthur, baby, please answer me if you're here," you tried one more time, your heart thumping in your chest now. To you relief, and slight confusion, you did hear a small noise in response; it was a muffled sound, like someone was tied. It was coming from behind the Christmas tree, and you rushed over in both worry and curiosity.The sight that met you was both concerning, humorous, and, as the wetness in your legs told you, downright sexy. Arthur was standing with the other presents behind the tree, his skinny form fully naked, save for a red ribbon that was wrapped perfectly around his skinny rump, wrapping up around his legs, tying them together perfectly, gracing over his bulge which was clearly stone hard, and up his chest and down to his hands and arms, which, with the way the ribbon was tied, held them behind his back perfectly like gentle handcuffs. His mouth, as well, had a smaller ribbon over it, placed just so over his thin lips so that he couldn't speak unless you gave him the power to. The small lights on the tree lit up in his face in the most romantic manner; perfectly brining to life the turquoise depths of his eyes that were both full of confidence and love as he looked at you. He was feeling himself tonight; he was finally feeling confident enough to show himself off to you in the way you had always begged him to. To show off this sudden onslaught of self confidence, finally overcoming his self consciousness with his appearance, was the greatest gift he could give to you. The raggedy, baggy clothes were swept off of him, and in replacement was a gorgeous, beautiful man, as much as on the inside as out.As you looked at him, you felt your sadness ebb away; how could you be sad about something as replaceable as presents and event tickets when you had the love of the life, right here, begging for your touch, and all yours? He knew you loved to be dominate; loved to spoil him with your kisses and touches while he was a blushing, weak mess. This was surely a gift for the both of you; to let you both know that everything would be alright as long as you had each other, money or not money, events or no events. You stepped forward and smirked; you saw a gleam of satisfaction in Arthur's own eyes as he saw that his plan was working on you."Wow, Arthur," you said with some humor, tracing his jawline, traveling up to his cheekbones, and then brushed it down the bridge of his nose. Arthur's chestnut brows twitched in response; lust and hunger overcoming his features entirely now. He was begging you to give him relief, but it was now completely up to you. It was dawning on him now just how vulnerable he allowed himself to be with you, and he knew he would never allow himself to display himself in such a way with anyone else but you; so well did he trust himself with you, knowing no judgement would come over you for him wanting to explore how sexual he was capable of being, of him wanting to explore his own body and sexual confidence. You took the ribbon on his lips off with a pop, and the fullness of Arthur's desire of just how much he wanted you was given away by his labored breathing. "Unwrap me," he whispered in a lusty haze, trying his best to focus on speaking to you, to not focus on how much he wanted-needed-to put his hands on your beautiful form that was standing before him, how much he wanted to grace his lips against your neck and press his hungry lips all over your skin. All in good time."Mmm," you hummed as your pretended to be in deep consideration. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, digging your hands into his brown curls as you did so. Your vagina was throbbing with heat; you quite literally felt it clenching and beating at how turned on you were. "I'll see what I can do." Arthur moaned helplessly as you began to hungrily claim his mouth, tongues dancing, breathing becoming more quick and short as you two began to eat at the other in desire. As your mouths danced, your hands, now trembling slightly with your own desire, began to trail down his form and began to undo the red ribbon that was over his cock; you felt it throbbing and aching for you as you undid the thin velvet fabric. Finally it came undone, and your hands began to stroke and play with it mercilessly as Arthur's mouth stilled against yours, now suddenly frozen with complete and absolute lust as it struck through him like lighting. Your hands were working up and down, up and down, stroking him until it was as long and as stiff as a board. Pre cum was all over your hands, dripping onto the floor; neither of you cared. "Darling," he rasped, his breathing heavy and filled with lust. "Please, sweetheart. Please. Enter me."To Arthur's painfully intense shock and frustration, you suddenly pulled yourself away from him. Arthur looked at you with all the vulnerability in the world-your heart absolutely melted at how sweet and yet still incredibly sexy he looked, brown curls in his face, innocent green ocean eyes begging for more of your touch, lips trembling and glistening with the saliva of your own lips upon his. How he could look so deeply masculine and yet so boyish at the same time was beyond you-but that was your Arthur in a nutshell. "Y/N?" he whimpered. You smirked at how much he needed you right then-he always needed you, but you could quite literally feel the desperation reek off him for your touches right then and there. You let out a sigh of your own contentment; you were the luckiest person in the world to have found someone so perfectly right just for you; physically, emotionally, spiritually, and all. "Not so fast, baby," you said seductively as you made your way to the kitchen. Arthur was still whimpering begging utterances all the while as you went into the kitchen and began to pick up frosting from the cupcakes you two had made on the counter. You smiled wickedly as you began to spread the frosting about your hands, and then walked around the corner and stood in front of him, hands now weapons of frosty, sugary goodness. Arthur saw your hands and a glint of excitement came into them; sugar play was one of his favorite kinks. The mixture of the heated satisfaction of your touches as well as the sweetness of the sugar was surely the most incredible sensation he had ever experienced in his life. You smirked, coming forward and dabbing his nose with the sugar, leaving his nose white and frosty. Arthur smiled a bit wearily at you, still trembling for your touches. You then leaned down an plopped a dab of it onto the tip of his cock, which was still red and throbbing. "Alright, daring," you hummed and you wrapped your hands around his neck, forming a mixture of sweat and frost. "No more teasing."You began to hungrily explore his body as your hands made their way from his neck to his torso, then back towards his legs. All the while your lips were crashed against his as you two began to explore on another, never dull or tired with the touches from the person that you made you feel more alive than the entirety of the world. You moaned in your own lust as you allowed the tip of Arthur's cock to began to ebb at your folds. You nodded your consent, and then Arthur thrusted himself into you, a little difficult without the control of his hands, but he entered you with his large, warm cock successfully nonetheless. You gasped as you felt him fill you; and in your desire your fingernails scratched his skin, leaving red marks of desire. Arthur smirked; he loved when you marked him; he wore them proudly, almost feeling disappointed when they healed. You were his and his alone, and he was yours; never would he want that to be questioned by anyone. Being marked by your lust given touches was his greatest trophy of the love you shared.He thrusted in and out of you, in and out, each thrust bringing a pleasure of heat and waves through your body. You were moaning now, loudly, and you thrusted your head back as your hands found their way to the back to his hair and grabbed them in your fiery haze. His curls were slick with sweat and sugar and he now pounded into you, both of your moaning and gasping in your desire as the orgasms began to build inside the both of you. Throughout the moans there was occasional breathless kisses, little whispers of "I love you so much" "thank you" between the two of you, sweet nothings passing between both of your breathless whispers, so lost in the spell of being with the other that neither of you could tell where one started and the other began. So deep did your connection run that your very bodies had conversations, sex being more than sex; you two loved the other so deeply that words became touches, and touches became words; both equal acts of love and expression, both so meaningful in their own ways that there was hardly a distinction between them. Everything between you two was all about love, complete and absolute love, and, best of all, healing.You unwrapped the ribbons tying his arms down. You needed his arms and touches on you; right now."Please touch me baby, please come into me, I love you so, so much," you whispered with the same amount of breathlessness as he released his wiry arms from their crimson bounds. Your chest was heaving up and down as if you had run miles, sweat trailing down your chest that begged for Arthur's hands over them. The hungry glint in Arthur's eyes signaled that he had heard you, and he nodded vigorously. He hoisted you up into his arms as he continued to pound into you. You let out another gasp as he hands gripped your ass, so strong and persistent was his desire that they left bruises that would last for days.Finally he came into you, and you felt his fluids burst into you like a river. His cum dribbled down your leg, and your forehead pressed against his, feeling the wrinkles of his forehead against yours as you released yourself into him. His face was covered in frosty goodness, body, cock, legs and all. Evidently, cum, frosting, sweat, and heat was the ingredients for the night. He was still holding you up, and gently he put your own, and then pressed his lips to your forehead softly. Your hands were gripping his chest, your eyes closed as your processed everything that just happened, your own legs still trembling. "Thank you, Arthur," you muttered softly in your haze. "That was wonderful."Arthur smiled and nuzzled his nose against yours and smiled."I thought you deserved something more than what I got you," he rasped against your face, skin still trembling from his own lust that he was still coming down from. Every whispered word with his heated skin against yours felt so intimate; it was such a gift in and of itself. "Arthur, you're everything I ever needed. As long as I have you, I already have the world," you mumbled as your tugged his brown curls gently once more, leading him down to your lips as you did so, Arthur smirked softly against your lips. Once he never would have allowed himself to believe such a thing. But after years of your love, he now knew much better."I figured," he whispered softly as his lips came to yours. "Merry Christmas, darling."There was a few moments of silence, simply taking in the other. And then-"Can you untie my legs now?"
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Arthur Fleck Archive, 2019
FanficA series of romantic one-shots concerning Arthur Fleck.
