Naga!ArthurxChubby!Reader

Lemon

Layingon the couch underneath Arthur as he kissed you, his tongue-which wasmuch more snake than human-playing along the walls of your mouth,your legs wrapped around him and your arms tangled in his messyblonde hair while his own hands were stroking down your voluptuoussides pausing every few moments to circle with a feather light touchor squeeze at seemingly random. It was the best feeling in the world,true you hadn't experienced all of the world, not even close.Honestly in your little comfortable bubble of work and reading withthe occasional stroll outside you experienced less of life than mostpeople, but in ways you experienced more.

However you didn't have to be a globetrotter to know that this wasone of the finest sensations the world had to offer. If not thefinest.

Arthur was in a similar state of mind, if he could really think atthe moment. You were so soft and smooth and so responsive to hisevery touch. You weren't lazy either, you kissed him back with justas much fervor, your hands in his hair tugging him to and fro whereyou wanted his lips to be most, and your legs would squeeze randomlycausing him to moan or stiffen up in shock.

Pulling away from a breathtakingly bruising kiss he looked into youreyes, suddenly feeling nervous. You picked up on his emotions andfroze, reaching up you stroked his face gently. There was no passionnow, only care and intimacy.

"Arthur?" You only spoke his name but in that you saideverything, the worry that he was okay the care you held for him. Hemoved his head to kiss the palm of the hand that cupped his facegently.

"It's okay Name," he assured looking into your (eye color) pools,swirling with such love and care, and smiled. "I...I want you."He whispered like he was confessing to it.

Smiling gently you moved to sit up, leaning up further to reach himyou kissed his lips as gentle as a butterfly's fluttering wing. "Iam yours Arthur, I love you." You whispered to him and he moanedgently kissing you again.

This time it was languid, not hurried or rushed at all. Not breakingthe kiss Arthur lifted you up into his arms bridal style and beganthe slow slither to your bedroom. Since he stayed and you twoadmitted how you felt he had taken to staying in your room, it hadbecome a shared place, ours instead of yours.

And you couldn't be happier for that.

However as your brain catches up with your body you realize what isgoing on. He is carrying you. Which immediately has you freaking out,squirming a bit. You didn't mind him holding you, but the fact he waslifting you was a problem. Even if you were skinny the average girlthat is (your height) tall would be at least one hundred pounds atthe very least, to be healthy she would probably need to be more.

"Arthur! You'll hurt yourself, put me down!" When you said thathe froze and looked at you shocked and growled.

"None of that love! You are as light as a feather to me." He saidholding you a bit closer to his chest, protectively almost, onlything was that he was trying to protect you from somethinginescapable. He saw it as protecting you from yourself and all thosehorrible things people had lied to you about so much you now believedit, and to you he was protecting you from the truth. "And I loveyou softness." He added leaning down to kiss you passionately.