Arthur Fleck Archive, 2019

Infatuation's Open Door

Ask: nsfw, Arthur forgot to lock the door and you accidentally walk into the wrong apartment to catch him half naked. Smut ensues.Warnings: smutYou could barely see straight, so exhausted and blurry was your vision. You made your way down the hallway, stumbling back and forth slightly in an exhausted, disoriented fashion. Your steps were jumbled and you misstepped every two feet, almost tripping over nothing at least a few times. You were saving up to try and pay off some of your debt this month, and as a result the hours that you worked were piling up without mercy. You worked fourteen hours straight, and had another shift to get up for tomorrow. All you wanted was to stumble into your room as quickly as possible, and collapse into the closest thing to a warm touch that you had in your life–your bed.With shaking fingers did you manage to turn the knob to get into your apartment. You didn't question why it was already open or why you didn't need your key to open it. You simply pushed your dead tired body through, stumbling in and straight past the kitchen and into your bedroom.Your "bedroom" looked different than when you last remembered it. There were pink curtains lacing the windows that you didn't remember leaving, There were different colored and textured bedsheets. Fuck, even the wallpaper was different. You racked your brain, trying to analyze through the fog in your head just how tired you really were for your eyes to be making this much stuff up."Ma'am?" A slight cough. "May I help you?" A polite, soft voice trailed from behind you. You felt a chill go up your spine at the realization that there was someone else here with you. With shivers up your spine, you turned.Your heart leapt in your throat. Fuck. It was Arthur, your next door neighbor. The slighter older man that you'd had a crush on since you moved into your apartment months ago. You couldn't help it; as soon as you had seen his long, luscious and curly brown hair, combined with the strange charm of the tragic exhaustion on his face that you found so sweet, along with his rare soft, soulful eyes, you had developed feelings for the man, despite never having actually talked to him. This was the first time you had ever even heard his voice, and it was so saccharine, tender, and honeyed, like melted sugar being poured into the tired air, and so much more alluring than even you could have imagined. Your brain was currently tossing away all logic, your first instinct being to draw him in and melt into his natural warm essence, feeling the grim of the day wear off of you.You choked as you took him in further to see that he was almost fully naked, wearing only thing brown slacks. He was so much thinner than you thought, his ribcage seeming to want to burst out of his body like a starved animal, his stomach dipping into a drastic dip. He had a cigarette in his hand, which he was taking a drag from as he considered you with curious, soft eyes. His long hair was swept back, but a few loose curls were sitting in front of his face adorably. "I-I'm..so sorry," you sputtered out, trying to ignore the heat building up in your vagina. "I'm just so tired, I must have come into the wrong apartment."Arthur let our a hum in thought, and the noise alone made you go feral. "It's ok," he said softly, then took another drag from his cigarette. He let his hand fall and the cigarette stayed in his mouth, his raspy voice mumbling through it. "I've done that before too. The locks aren't...great here," he ended the last few words on a shy chuckle, looking down shyly, almost as if he were invading your apartment. "Well," you said, not sure where to go from there, "I guess I'd better get going," you finished lamely. You felt so awkward and dumb, and, despite your words, the last thing you wanted to do was leave. Arthur pulled two fingers to his mouth, his eyebrows furrowing in thought. Jesus, he was so fucking adorable. How did a man who was so sweet and pure survive in a shit hole like Gotham? This was your first real interaction with the man, and it was already driving you wild how much you wanted him."Do you need any food, since you're here?" he offered gently, speaking through his fingers and cigarette.Oh, fucking hell, he was so sweet. He must not be acting this way because he liked you. There was no way he could have ever possibly noticed you before. You were always so shy, and always made sure that he didn't see you as you gawked at him when walked through the hallways to his apartment. Occasionally, you had shared an elevator, but he always seemed to be in some deep musing or deeply troubled, drowned in his thoughts, never once acknowledging you or looking up. You would stand at the back of the elevator and gawk at him silently, tracing his profile with your eyes, admiring how the carefreeness of his hair complimented his weathered but handsome face."Uh, well, I-" you sputtered, feeling an embarrassed flush creep up your neck. To make matters worse, you felt the wet of your vagina begin to gush down your leg simply from your thoughts alone. Thank god you were at least wearing black, professional work pants so they wouldn't show the stains as much. You tried to think of a real answer to the question, but staring at his half naked form and his adorable, thoughtful face, all you did was choke. "What?" you finally said lamely.Arthur let out a small smirk of amusement, though he seemed genuinely concerned at your state. You couldn't blame him; you were sweaty, itchy from your uncomfortable work clothes, tired, shaking, and now you were fucking horny-not that he needed to know that."I'll get you some soup you can take home," he mummered quietly, then turned to the kitchen.Now that his appearance was finally out of your view and taking up all your focus, you were able to relax and melt onto the ground, your legs giving out. You felt weak in the knees, and you took deep breaths and tried to calm yourself. You knew you had feelings for this man, but never did you know they were this strong. Just being in his space felt surreal.Arthur came back in with some cheap paper based mobile device, hot soup steaming out of the edges. His eye instantly quirked up in concern as you saw you, and he put the soup down by the table with the television and came over and wrapped his arms around you."Hey, hey," he cooed gently, taking your shaking, sweating form into his arms. "What's wrong?""Its just..." you gulped, then somehow continued forward. "Why are you being so nice to me? Everyone here is so mean and rude, and I know you don't know me, and I just stumble into your apartment and you're just so...caring." You felt tears begin to spill over your eyes, and you looked up at him with wet eyes. "Why?"Arthur bit down on his lip, and you could see his own tears starting to form. "People here are just...terrible, so I figured I could at least be nice when I can be..." he trailed off, his words seeming empty, as if he had something else he wanted to say. He let out a small gulp, then started again. "Y/N, I've been admiring you since I saw you move in on the first day." The words sounded choked, like he was struggling to get them out, like they were painful to express. He took a hand to go stroke one of your tears away, then stopped mid reach, wondering if he was crossing a boundary. He only looked at you with that pained expression. "I could tell that you were different, just...kind." Tears began to spill over his own eyes, and he pulled you closer in as some of your tears fell onto his thin but soft skin. He almost continued, wanting to tell you about the days that he spent literally just following you around and admiring you, memorizing every detail so he could think of you later, but the words died in his throat. Not even you, he mused, would be able to understand his quirks that much. If he had known you better, he would have come to find that you only loved him deeper for his quirks that most people despised.You felt like you were in a dream. At this point, you were convinced that you were. The exhaustion must have taken over your brain once and for all. "Y/N?" Arthur mumbled softly, and cupped your hands in his.You looked into each others' gaze, and an electric connection so strong that it took your breath away ensued, before he hungrily smashed his lips against yours. He drew his tongue inside of you, exploring every inch of your mouth. You moaned into how gentle and sweet, yet beautifully hungry his touches were. His fingers that were cupping your face had a fragile layer of gentle concern over them, but you could feel the burning desire radiating underneath them that he was trying to fight. Your moan was ringing in his ears in the most beautiful fashion. Arthur had music in his soul, and he was already feeling music in your body, the trembling heat from your body and whimpers of lust sounding like harmonious beats, drumming himself against you as if you were an instrument that needed to be carefully tuned and played. He felt that if he pleasured you just right, you would make the most wonderful sounds he had ever heard in his long, tired existence that was so deprived of magic and love. The isolation in his life caused him to treasure women like you as more than just someone to have pleasure with, but as something to be deeply cherished, studied, and explored. All his years of admiring women, but never once did he get to touch one, and it made him marvel at you all the more, like you yourself were art. The raw, intense and utterlydelectable noises of pleasure that were escaping out of your mouth as he caressed your insides with his tongue was making his cock firm and hard, finding himself grow more famished for your touch, more curious as to figure out how to play you. You couldn't hold yourself back anymore, and you wrapped your touch starved arms around his back, digging your nails into his skin. This made Arthur let out his own moans as his tongue separated from your mouth, and he pressed his forehead into the curve of your shoulder, biting down on the sensitive skin there, making you yelp deliciously. You grabbed his hair and pulled his face forward again, both of you delirious with a bittersweet mixture of exhaustion and a starving infatuation that was finally being fulfilled. "Make love to me, Arthur," you whispered, your words almost melding together in a breathless haze. "Please." The yearning look Arthur gave you knocked your breath right out of you, and with a grunt he heaved you both up from the floor and shoved you onto the bed. You pulled your pants off and threw them to the ground with reckless abandon, and Arthur looked at you with a starved, desperate look. "Please don't hold back, Arthur" you begged. "I want you so, so bad. Please."At the please did Arthur gain an almost animalistic look in his eyes, and he quickly shoved himself forward, leaning his tongue into your pussy. At the wet, gentle touches of his tongue did you roll your head back and let another round of the moans that Arthur found so beautiful escape your Oshaped lips, music more pleasing to Arthur's ear than even the best Frank Sinatra song. He thrust his licks into you even further, hitting you in the spot that turned your moans into the development of an orgasm. Your legs shuddered in pained pleasure, and when Arthur began to lick the entrance of your walls did he look up at you, wanting to see the beautiful instrument he was playing. This wasn't just sex to him, but a making of the best art he would ever experience in his life, better than any dance he would ever come up with.Dammit, he was beautiful. His hair was in a tumble and you could have sworn his skin was glowing. He looked at you through your legs with those extraordinarily innocent eyes, the lines of his face somehow making him look even more helpless and youthful, as if they couldn't break the spirit of his soul. With a huff, he brought himself up and slide a finger into your entrance, reducing you to a weak mess once more at his mercy.Arthur began to trace patterns with his other hand into the top of your vagina, making you shiver with thirsty anticipation at his painfully gentle touch. Goosebumps emerged from your skin. His other fingers were still pounding into you, firm, hungry, relentless. His face was scrunched up in an extreme concentration, as if this was the most important task he had ever done in his life.It was true that Arthur was taking his utmost concentration to try and please you. If you had known, you would have known that his heart was pounding in nervous disbelief that he had the woman he had been admiring for weeks finally in his bedsheets, whimpering and withering under him, begging for his touch. If the walls of you vagina didn't feel so real around his finger, he could have sworn he was hallucinating. By concentrating so hard was he preventing an onslaught of undesired laughter, something that he was sure would scare you away. With you squirming helplessly under his touch, he moved his body over you and threw down his slacks to his ankles, letting them fall to the ground without a care. He pulled himself on top of you and lunged for your throat with his warm lips, so starved were they for your love and touches. He sucked on the nape of you neck softly but deeply, leaving red marks and bruises in every area they touched, surrounding your jawline and neck with them. He then brought his lips up to your cheekbone and began to suck on the skin there, and you pulled his hair and guided him to your lips, needing to feel him inside of your mouth again. He put his hungry tongue inside of you again, emitting more beautiful, raw and wonderful moans from your mouth. You felt his cock resting just near where your entrance was. Just barely being able to breath through the passionate dance your tongues were doing did you beg, "Arthur, please, inside of me...now..."Arthur let a small grunt of approval, and without removing his lips from yours did he enter you, harshly jamming into your folds, but in the most desired and delicious way. You moaned into his mouth, and knowing that he was the cause of these sounds-him, the man who had felt like someone who couldn't even get his mother's love wholeheartedly-caused him to jam himself into you even more passionately, wanting to feel how much you could give him those pretty little noises that you made, as sweet to his ears as anything he's ever heard. Arthur was truly worshipping every touch of your body that you were granting him. With some reluctance did he separate his mouth from yours, you letting out a little wail in protest, until you realized he was going down to tease your nipples with his teeth as he continued to raw himself into you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head in absolute ecstasy as you felt him pound into you, mixed in with the feeling of his teeth on your nipples. You felt your orgasms rising; felt the squeezing and the burning of your vagina that felt so passionate and pleasurable that you felt you were on the brink of insanity. Everything when it came to Arthur was art, and making love to your body was no exception. He teased each of your nipples until they were red and as hard as stone, then admired his work on your neck, his markings on you. He saw your body as a beautiful canvas that needed to be painted with the love and desire it deserved. He kissed and marked your stomach and nipples until your skin was glistening with his saliva and traces of cum. His tongue trailed down your belly to your belly button, where he sucked the dip with his tongue, filling it with his warmth. Tasting you. Discovering you. As his semen filled into you, him moaning against you skin in absolute ecstasy, you grabbing his back until slight blood was drawn as you reached your own climax, he felt the edges of his vision begin to blacken in the heavenly exhaustion of being filled with your cum and caresses. He moved back down to your pubic hair to your sweet, delicious and soaked clitorious, his saliva and semen having made it so wet that it glittered more powerfully than a piece of metal reflecting the sun. Your exhausted form was still shaking, shuddering for his touch, but you were both so bone tired. With the gentlest of loving sighs did he gently kiss the hair surrounding you trembling vagina, knowing that more of his touches would only make you crave him more. He left his lips on your bottom entrance for a moment, then brushed his face over your skin and traveling his lips gently over your body until he was back to your face, looking you in the eyes, desperate for approval. You knew as you looked into his childish, soft eyes, the animal hunger finally dying out of them, being replaced with a soft, curious and sad desire to know you, that you accepted were undeniably and unconditionally in love with you neighbor Arthur Fleck, and you were inconceivably screwed for it.