Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
Prompt: “You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”
Warnings: Cursing, drinking.
Pairing: Arthur Fleck/Reader
A/N: I wrote this for the #arthurfleckjokerwritingchallenge hosted by @arthurfleckjoker2019, I thought it was a cute fluffy one-shot and I hope you all enjoy!
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You have a history of getting a little out of hand when you drank. Nothing crazy like getting into fights at the bar or parading naked through the streets, but you were a little… enthusiastic about things. Like when your neighbors brought over peach cobbler to welcome you to the neighborhood you cried and called them beautiful and told them you loved them.
And when you met Arthur, you were a little more than tipsy. You were at a comedy club with your friends and sat down at the only table available, which was his. After a few more dirty martinis you were chatting up a storm, asking him every question you could think of.
When the show ended you gave him his number and that started a beautiful friendship, and you tried not to drink around him after that.
You and Arthur had a very interesting friendship. It was quite obvious he had a little crush on you, you could tell because of the way he looked at you. He snuck glances at you when he thought you didn’t notice, with this look in his eyes. Like he was exactly where he was supposed to be.
It would be far from the truth to say you didn’t feel the same way. Maybe not in the way he was so deeply enthralled by you, but you did think of him as more than a friend. How could you not? He was so kind, so sweet, he would do anything for you and you knew it.
Arthur never had a friend. Sure, he had ‘friends’, but none of them were in it selflessly. At work, they’d call him their friend, but only to butter him up for favors. Other people that he saw often in his life were in no way considered his friends. His social worker, the woman at the pharmacy who would give him his prescriptions, the manager of his apartment, they were all just side characters in his own sad novel.
But you. He adored you. You were his only true friend. The only person to help him when he needed help, the only one to check up on him out of the blue and make sure he was okay, the only one that didn’t get uncomfortable when he laughed.
So, you tried not to ruin it with your drinking.
One night though, your neighbors brought over a bottle of vodka, assuming from their first meeting with you that you enjoyed alcohol. You very much loved alcohol, you loved to drink, but hard drinks like vodka were one of the worst things you could consume. You always got lonely and invited people over, and if you were with people you became way too flirty.
It just so happened, you were alone on a Friday night and opened the bottle. The cork popped open and you made yourself a Cape Cod, your favorite mixed drink. Cranberry juice and vodka, with a lime on the edge.
After your first two drinks, you reached the lonely stage and called up Arthur.
It took a few rings, but he picked up.
“Hello?” He answered, sounding as if he didn’t expect a call. You looked at your watch and realized it was nine P.M. You hoped you didn’t wake him or his mother.
“Hi, Arthur. It’s (Y/N).” You smiled into the receiver, laying back against your couch while you took a sip of your drink. It was smooth, sweet, with a little surprising tang.
“Oh, (Y/N).” His tone brightened and you felt your heart warm at the change in his voice. “How are you, how was work?”
“Work was fine, boring, as usual.” You found yourself twirling the phone cord around your finger, grinning like you were a high-school girl talking to her boyfriend late at night. “How was your day?”
“Uh, fine. It was fine.”
“Are you busy? Or anything?”
“Uhm, no. No, I’m not busy. Why, is something wrong?” The sudden concern in his voice was evident, new nervous thoughts running through his head.
“No, not at all. I was wondering if you uh, if you weren’t busy maybe you could come over?” Your mind raced to think of an excuse, normally when you asked him over at night it was for dinner or if you had a funny story about your day. But your day was uneventful and you had eaten dinner in town. You didn’t even have left-overs to offer.
“Sure!” He said before you could lie your way out of awkwardness. “My mother, she just went to bed. So sure, I can come over.”
“Okay!” You breathed out a shaky laugh, taking another sip of your drink in an attempt to calm yourself down. “Okay, well, I’ll see you soon!”
The two of you hung up and you went to freshen up your makeup and pour yourself another drink. He took a while to get to your place since he walked, and you would have offered to pick him up if you hadn’t been drinking.
Arthur rang your doorbell shortly after you prettied yourself up and drank two more cocktails.
“Arthur, hi!” You beamed as you opened the door, welcoming him into your house.
“Hey.” He smiled sheepishly and walked past you, taking his coat off and hanging it by the door. “I saw a cat on the way over.”
“Aw, a kitty?” You swooned over the thought and closed the door behind him.
He raised a brow at your strange dreamy attitude but said nothing about it, only nodding. “Yeah, a brown cat. Looked old.”
You led him to your living room and quickly picked up your empty glass, not wanting him to know you were drunk. In your state of oblivion you had no idea that it was painfully obvious how drunk you were. Not to mention the sweet smell on your breath and the way the cranberry juice had stained your lips. He gave you the benefit of the doubt though, since you weren’t acting nearly as out of control as the night he met you.
“So, how was your day?” You drew out your words, which of course, didn’t go by Arthur unnoticed.
“You already asked me that. On the phone.” He was amused by the way you were acting. The way you slurred your speech and stumbled around the room was funny to him, you acted much different than his coworkers when they drank. Randall invited him out once to drink with them. Accepting his invitation was a decision he regretted almost immediately.
You were much nicer, though, much more warm and comfortable.
“Oh, right.” Your laughter, oh how he could melt just listening to it. “Well, do you wanna watch a movie? Halloween is coming on soon.”
Arthur was a bit confused as to why he was there, every time he had come over to your house, it was for a specific reason. No one had ever invited Arthur over to just ‘hang out’. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t happy, though, it meant you enjoyed his company enough to have him over for no other reason than to just be with him.
“Yeah, sure.” He shrugged, not even trying to keep the bashful smile from his face.
You sat close to him on the couch, maybe too close to him, judging by how stiff he sat. Every time your arm would accidentally brush against his, he would tense up for a few seconds. It was adorable. And the fact that you were well past drunk only made him more appealing to you.
“Ease up, Arthur.” You said after a while of him doing this over and over. “It’s just me.”
The way you spoke only made him more nervous. He swallowed hard and opened his mouth to say something, but his throat felt far too dry to speak. He barely managed to croak out an ‘I’ before he choked on his own words.
Did you truly make his that nervous so easily? You could have toyed with him a bit, been cruel and made it worse for him, but you couldn’t bare do something like that, not when you were in the state you were in.
You didn’t see your next action as malicious. Really, you didn’t think much of it at all. You only wanted to be closer to him. But if your goal had been to relax Arthur, you had done the complete opposite. You leaned in closer to him, resting your head in the crook of his neck. He smelt so good, aside from the smell of old cigarettes. You could barely put up with that.
Arthur fucking froze.
“What cologne do you wear?” You asked, turning your head so you could smell him better. Doing so, your nose brushed against his earlobe, sending sinful chills down his spine. He had no fucking idea what cologne he used. It was the same bottle his mother had bought him for Christmas all those years ago.
“It smells so good.” You continued when he didn’t answer, only nuzzling your face further in his neck.
He had no idea what to say. He was a thousand miles beyond nervous, his heart was slamming 200bpm against his chest, and his right leg bounced uncontrollably. He’d never felt his heart beat like that before. He imagined this was what cocaine felt like.
Apparently, leaning your head on his shoulder wasn’t close enough for you, so you looped your arms around his waist and curled into his form.
Okay, it was time for Arthur to start asking questions. “(Y/N),” His voice trembled as he spoke. “What are you doing?”
What were you doing? Wasn’t it obvious? “Do you not like it?” You asked, ready to move if he so wished, but for the moment you remained where you were.
He answered immediately, tripping over his own words. “No! I mean, I like it just fine, I just, don’t know why you’re… being like this with me.”
“Uhm,” You laughed, looking up at him. “Because I like you. And I want to.”
His heart jumped to his throat. “What did you just say?”
“I said… what did I say?” You giggled, trying to play with him a little. You’d always been a playful drunk.
But Arthur was having none of it. “(Y/N), please,”
The tone of his voice was enough to make you understand the seriousness of the situation for him. “Okay, I’m sorry.” Leaning up so you could look him in the eyes, you smiled. “I said I liked you.”
If you could burn one image into your head for the rest of your life, it would have been the look on his face when you said those words. His features went slack, all but his lips, they twitched into a smile of disbelief. Seeing him go through a range of emotions at once was an experience all on its own.
“Wait,” Suddenly, he didn’t look so happy anymore. “You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?” He furrowed his brows, glancing down at your cranberry reddened lips.
“A little.” You admitted, biting your bottom lip. “But, a drunk mind speaks a sober heart.”
His eyes scanned over your face, searching for anything he could use to help him understand what the fuck was going on. You were drunk, he had known that since he walked in your house. So what did that mean? Were you lying? Was it the alcohol talking?
“Arthur, you’re thinking too much.” You sighed and reached up to brush a stray brown curl from his face. “It’s not hard to believe, is it? I mean, I invite you over for dinner all the time, we go out together every weekend-”
Arthur leaned forward, his heart racing, and kissed you.
You hadn’t expected him to be so bold. You kissed back, boy, did you kiss back. You ran your fingers through his soft hair and sighed, thankful he had made the next move.
When you pulled back from his lips he was silent for a moment, only to lick his bottom lip and chuckle. “You taste sweet.” Before he even realized what he was saying he had said it. For a split second he panicked, but when you giggled and leaned in to kiss him again his fear subsided.
“I’m actually really glad I’ve been drinking.” You admitted once the second kiss was broken. Arthur listened intently as you sat back in the couch, resuming your position of cuddling him. “I don’t think I would have told you that if I was sober.”
Arthur smiled to himself as he felt you relax against him. Yeah, well, in that case, he was really glad too.
Ask: Ok I don’t know if this is a good explanation but could I get an Arthur oneshot where there reader is absolutely gorgeous, possibly a well known model and Arthur feels as if he doesn’t deserve her(he obviously deserves the world)
Warnings: Cursing
Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Reader
A/N: Sorry this is kinda short, but I felt like it had exactly what it needed. I hope you enjoy!
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Work was always stressful. No matter what you had planned, a photoshoot, an interview, meeting with your manager for potential gigs, it took all day and left you drained.
At least there was always Arthur.
No matter what kind of day he had he was always ready to bend over backward for you. He would do anything to see you smile, or make you happy. He was one of the only bright things in Gotham, and you were more than happy to call him yours.
After a particularly rough day, you called him up, all but begging him to come over. You were so tired, all you wanted to do was curl up with the man you loved and hear him praise you. He loved to do that.
When he knocked on your door you almost tripped in your effort to open the door for him. Seeing his face as you opened your front door instantly made you feel better.
“I brought you these.” He looked so awkward standing in your doorway, fingers wrapped around a bouquet of flowers. He seemed so small then, it was impossible not to wrap him in your arms.
“Oh, thank you!” You smiled brightly, welcoming him in your house. “How was your day?”
He dismissed your question and asked you how yours was, he knew it couldn’t have been too good if you called him up at such a late hour and asked him to come over.
“It was… it was something.” You sighed and led him to your couch, taking the flowers to the kitchen to put in water. As you filled a vase with water from your sink you told him about you had to run around all day and have headshots taken for three different magazine companies.
When you finally sat down next to him you noticed something was off. He was staring down at his hands and hadn’t said anything about your rant. Normally he’d praise you, say something like, ‘I don’t know how you do it.’, or maybe ‘You’re incredible for putting up with that.’.
“Are you alright?” You asked, reaching out to rub his back. Normally he would lean into your touch but he stayed perfectly still.
“Why are you with me?” He spoke finally, looking over at you. “Honestly, (Y/N). Why? You’re so beautiful, so fucking beautiful. You’re in every magazine. You’ve been on billboards,” He was laughing nervously now, struggling to get his words out. “I mean, come on, why-” The laughter became too much and he couldn’t speak anymore.
You waited patiently until he stopped, rubbing soft circles into his back. When it finally faded away you spoke. “Because I love you, Arthur. You’re incredibly kind, you have a heart of gold. Do you know how rare that is, sweetie? How rare it is in this god-awful city?”
He listened to you, slowly becoming calmer with your words.
“You’re so damn good, Arthur. Everything about you. You’re kind to people when they don’t deserve it. Do you remember how we met?”
He nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips.
“You asked me if I was ‘that pretty model in the magazines’. I had gotten that line so many times I was barely phased. But do you remember what you said to me after that?” You continued when you saw he was smiling. “You said, ‘It’s a wonder how there are other models, I can’t believe you haven’t run them all out of business.’ And that was the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me without expecting anything in return. You were just being nice, and that was it.”
“I’m normally not that bold.” He admitted with a sheepish grin. “You were just so pretty, I had to try something.”
“I’m glad you did. I’m so glad you did. Or else I’d be slumming around with the same dimwitted people, people without a brain in their skull and no common decency.” You kissed his forehead, holding him close to you for a beat. “Now I’ve got myself the whole package. You’ve got a personality like no one else in the world. And, have you seen yourself? Those eyes.”
“Alright, alright.” Arthur couldn’t hide the fact that he was blushing now, he didn’t know how to take praise since before you it was nonexistent.
“Your eyes are so gorgeous,” You teased and kissed his cheek, seeing him happy like this had to be one of the finer things in life. “And your smile! I could compare it to diamonds and pearls since it makes me just as happy!”
Arthur turned to you, shaking his head. “How do you do it?” He mused, looking from your eyes to your lips. He still had that adorable smile on his face. “How do you say just the right things?”
You hummed, acting as if you were thinking deeply about something. “Well, I don’t know. I just say what I’m thinking.”
The two of you went on like that for a while, complementing each other in a way that would make most people cringe. It was hard not to be that way with him though, he deserved everything you could give him. He deserved you and much more.
Ask: Please please please can you write a oneshot of arthur and rich!reader meeting through a mutual friend and she absolutely spoils him with money and gifts and food and anything he'd ever need? With kind of a kinky undertone? Like he's her sugar baby even though he's like way older than her. She just absolutely takes care of him in every way, just wants to tie him up and make him cum and then take him out for a fancy dinner and buy him pretty things ok thank u for reading this mess
Warnings: Cursing, smut, implied mommy kink.
Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Reader
A/N: So.. I went a little overboard with this. I didn’t even realize how long it was until I finished. Your request just gave me so much muse! I loved writing this so much. I’m going to put a border on this one, because of how long it is. Don’t want to take up your entire dash!
He was too well dressed.
Arthur knew it as soon as his friend arrived, well, could he really call him a friend? He was more of a coworker, they’d only talked once before he invited Arthur to… whatever this was. Why was he invited? It surely wasn’t just to hang out. No one found Arthur interesting enough to invite out, they never had.
Wilfredo walked down the hall wearing a simple pair of blue jeans and a black hoodie, drawing attention to Arthur’s own outfit. A pair of black dress pants and a button-up white shirt, tucked in, of course. He looked down awkwardly and pulled a cigarette from his pants pocket to try and ease his freshly agitated nerves.
“Looking sharp, my man.” Wilfredo smiled when he reached him, clapping him on the shoulder with a friendly squeeze. Arthur tried not to slink away from his touch and lit his cigarette. “How long you been here? You knocked yet?”
Arthur shook his head and took a long pull. “Five minutes.” He lied, blowing out the smoke away from his face. He’d been there at least twenty minutes, standing in front of the unfamiliar apartment door and staring at the chipped paint. Inside he could hear a few people talking but it was too muffled to make out.
“You could have gone in man, I told them you’d be with me.” As he knocked on the door Arthur continued pondering why the fuck he was there, he wasn’t fooling anyone, not even himself. He’d much rather be at home watching T.V with his mother.
“Hey, why did you invite me?” Arthur spoke flatly, taking his cigarette up to his lips. He narrowed his eyes while he took a drag, not wanting the smoke to get into his eyes.
“I can tell you been stressed lately, Art. I know it’s not easy trying to make a living doing what we do, every once in awhile it’s good to hang out and have a few beers.” It seemed genuine enough, Arthur was almost touched, he couldn’t remember the last real friend he’d actually had. A true friend, not someone who claimed to be his friend to get what they wanted.
“One second!” Someone inside shouted.
Arthur put his cigarette out, sticking the half-smoked length back into his pack. So, have a few beers? Sure, he could do that. A drink or two and then he could go home.
The door opened and Wilfredo was quickly wrapped in the embrace of a freakishly tall man. Arthur furrowed his brows and looked up at him, trying to guess how tall he was. At least seven feet.
“It’s been too long brother, come inside.”
The room smelled like cigarettes, alcohol, and jasmine. Arthur cleared his throat as he walked in, trying to make out the faces in the darkness. A T.V sat in the corner of the room, playing some new horror movie everyone had been raging about. His eyes adjusted and he saw a woman on the couch nursing a beer, she was watching the movie so intently she didn’t even notice someone new had arrived.
Two girls in the kitchen, a blonde who looked like she was one beer short of a six-pack and a girl with box-black hair trying to open a bottle of wine. She was struggling with the bottle and the blonde wasn’t helping, too drunk to properly hold it while the other popped the cork out.
Before he was even introduced to the tall man the two girls in the kitchen squealed, dropping what they were doing to run to the door, pushing past Arthur in the process. He turned to see what the hell was so exciting.
“Oh, Duckie, Cassie, I’ve missed you girls.”
He couldn’t see the newcomer so he turned back to Wilfredo.
“That’s (Y/N),” Wilfredo said and led Arthur to the couch, picking up two beers on the way. “She buys ‘em whatever the hell they want and they kiss her ass for it.” Arthur sensed a hint of repulsion in his voice but said nothing, hoping he would continue on his own. “I love that girl but damn, she does too much for them.”
While Wilfredo began speaking of the film on T.V Arthur took a second to glance your way.
You were so pretty. You stood with grace, this elegance about you that demanded attention from everyone in the room. Even the brunette beside him who had been watching the movie.
Duckie, the blonde, must have said something funny because you laughed suddenly and planted a kiss on her head. Your laugh could be compared to the light whisper of bells or an antique wind chime, the sound of a spoon tinkling against a champagne glass requesting attention at dinner. It would be a horrible lie to say Arthur wasn’t already enchanted with you.
The tall man was introduced to him as Jackson, or as everyone in the room called him, Tall-Jack. He was six foot nine exactly, an older black man with history in his eyes that needed to be told. Arthur would have liked to hear his stories.
“And here’s (Y/N),” Tall-Jack said as you finally parted from the two girls and came to the living room. “She’s as sweet as cherry pie and smells just as nice.”
“Nice to meet you.” You put on a smile and held your hand out to the stranger, taking in his features. He was dressed nicely for such a small affair, you appreciate that. You always dressed your best, as you were now, wearing a slim pink dress that ended at your knees and a rather unnecessary black fur coat. Your jewelry was a whole different story, you loved the way diamonds sparkled so you always went a bit overboard. A diamond necklace, two diamond rings, dangling diamond earrings and an anklet of the same. It’s not like anyone could blame you, if they had the money you did surely they’d be the same way.
Duckie and Cassie both had milked you of what they could, they were wearing their successions. Matching pearl necklaces for both of them and dainty diamond earrings. You loved them to death but knew they were mostly using you for your money. It was hard to turn them down though when they called you crying, showing up at your house with tears in their eyes.
You were a pushover to people in need. Something inside you just wanted to take care of them like a mother would, you’d always been like that. Caring and nurturing to those who needed it, expecting nothing in return. You couldn’t help it.
“Hi,” Arthur took your hand and shook it, his eyes darting down to the expensive rings on your fingers. “Nice to meet you too.” He didn’t exactly stumble over his words but they sure as hell didn’t come out smoothly.
“So, you know Wilfredo?” You asked and sat on the coffee table in front of them, taking a beer that Cassie had brought you. “Thank you, darling.”
“Uhm, yeah.” He watched the interaction, how the two girls acted like you were some kind of royalty. “We, uh, we work together.”
“Oh!” You raised your brows as you took a sip from the cold glass bottle. “Do you? That’s interesting. You’re a party clown too?”
He shrugged, grateful that Tall-Jack and Wilfredo had started a conversation of their own, it meant fewer eyes on him. “Kind of. What do you do?”
“I’m a manager for a few different BMX riders. I do the promotion and sales, set up interviews.”
Arthur’s eyes widened and he leaned forward, now very interested. “Wow, I don’t know anyone who does anything that interesting.” He gaped, hands clasped under his chin. “So, you travel a lot?”
“Oh, you have no idea. I go everywhere they go, it was hard to make it here but I manage.” You laughed and took another sip of beer, licking your lips. Your glittery lipgloss left marks around the rim of the bottle.
You and Arthur talked with each other the entire night. You mostly talked about your job, the places you’d been and the people you managed. He was one of the only people you’d met besides Tall-Jack and Jennifer, the brunette on the couch beside Arthur, that actually listened to you. He breathed in every word you spoke and watched you with all of his attention, not looking away or interrupting you once.
“Oh, god, look at the time.” Jennifer broke your conversation, prompting you to look down at your watch.
“Wow! I should get going.” You stood from the coffee table and dusted off the back of your dress, picking up the fourth bottle of beer you’d opened. “Jack, darling, thank you for a wonderful night. I needed it.”
Arthur panicked as you said your goodbyes, he wanted to know so much more about you, he wanted to see you again, he wanted your number-
“You want to walk back with us?” You asked your new friend, looking down at him with a warm smile.
He looked up and nodded, eyes flickering between you and Jennifer. “Yeah, sure. Uhm,” As he stood he looked to Wilfredo, shutting his mouth when he saw he was blacked out on the loveseat. Cassie, the girl with short black hair, was no better than him, sitting in the kitchen with her head on the table and seven beer bottles next to her.
“You’re leaving already?” Duckie pouted and followed you to the door, it was quite obvious she wanted something from you. Arthur cringed at the sight of it, she looked so desperate. Wilfredo’s words echoed in his head.
“Yes, sweetie, you know how it is.” You reached the door and turned to her, planting both your hands on her shoulders. The way her face dropped made your heart ache.
Arthur and everyone else in the room knew it was an act. He watched with disgust as you promised to take her out soon and buy her a few new outfits.
Jennifer rolled her eyes, something that didn’t go by unnoticed by Arthur. He snorted and looked away, waiting for you to finish your interaction.
“Bye guys, it was so nice seeing you all again.” You said when Duckie finally let your arm go.
“Bye cherry pie!” Tall-Jack waved you off, saying something about how he did this every Friday night.
When Arthur finally got outside the room he felt like he could breathe again. Seeing you get taken advantage of like that made his stomach churn. You deserved better.
“Why do you do that for her?” Jennifer asked as the three of you made your way out of the apartment building. “Her and Cassandra. They’re like leeches.”
You sighed, knowing she was right. “It’s not like I’m buying them houses. I like doing nice things for people. If you’d let me I’d decorate your neck too.”
Arthur walked slightly behind, watching the two of you talk, letting himself be invisible so he could hear your voice go on without his own ruining it. You sounded so pretty, it would be a shame to let his voice pollute the air you blessed.
After you walked Jennifer home you turned to Arthur, realizing he hadn’t spoke the entire time. “Where do you stay?” You asked as he pulled out a cigarette. You reached forward and plucked it from his fingers, almost laughing at how surprised he looked. “These will kill you, you know. Don’t smoke that.” You tsked and handed it back to him, appreciating how he stuck it back in the pack.
You liked that he listened to you.
“I’m uh,” He looked behind you, biting his bottom lip. Should he tell you that he lived in the complete opposite direction? What would you think knowing he had walked all the way to the other side of town just to be with you?
“You live that way? Let me walk you home.” You used your hand to guide him in the right direction.
“Oh, you don’t have to.” He spoke shyly, suddenly feeling exposed. No one had ever gone out of their way for him, it was always the other way around. Always.
“No, darling, I want to.” You smiled at him with your hand still on his shoulder, you decided to give him a soft squeeze of comfort. He was so sweet you had instantly felt the need to treat him the way you did your girls, you wanted to spoil him with gifts and make him smile.
On the way back to his apartment your arm somehow found its way around his shoulders, something neither of you said anything about. He didn’t slink away from your touch so you kept your arm there, pulling him closer.
He savored every step, discreetly nuzzling his face into the fur of your sleeve. You smelt like honeysuckle and oranges, it reminded him of a childhood he didn’t have. While you walked in comfortable silence he allowed himself to pretend it would never end, that your arm would always be around him, keeping him safe, and it would always smell so beautiful.
As you arrived at his apartment you could sense his mood had changed, his shoulders slumped slightly and he walked slower. He didn’t want to go home and you knew it.
“This it?” You stopped with him at the front doors, sliding your arm off his shoulders. He was visibly disappointed but you couldn’t hold him forever, no matter how much you both wanted.
“Yeah.” He sighed, looking through the glass doors with dread. “Thanks for walking me back, you didn’t have to.”
You grabbed his hands in yours, they felt so cold and frail compared to how warm and inviting yours were. He melted.
“I wanted to, sweetie.” You smiled and rubbed your thumbs over the back of his hand, not missing the slight squeeze he gave you. “Is it okay if I call you that?”
Arthur closed his eyes at how soft and warm your voice sounded, it almost hurt. No one had ever spoken to him like that. “Yeah.”
You hummed and looked at his face, taking in the expression of sadness and longing. You’d seen it so many times before and your instincts so desperately wanted to take over and wrap him in your arms. “Okay, sweetie. You ever need anything call me, okay?” You reached in your purse and took out your planner, it was pink and had your name in gold cursive on the front. You tore out a page, the tear so clean it made Arthur wonder how you could do literally everything with such grace and perfection. You wrote out your number and folded the paper, careful not to smudge the ink.
“What would I need?” He chuckled and took the paper, slipping it in the back pocket of his pants.
“Well, if you need someone to talk to. I’m busy most days and I’m not home a lot, but when I am I’ll let you know. You can come over for a drink.”
He nodded and resisted the urge to light a cigarette, instead licking his lips. You were so nice, what was the catch? There had to be a catch, he knew it. No one was this nice for no reason.
“Promise you’ll call?” You teased with a smile when he left you in silence.
He looked at your soft, glittery, pink lips, wanting so badly to taste them. “Yeah. I mean, yes. I promise.” He hated how silly he sounded, but in time he’d learn to love it. He just needed time.
“Good.” Satisfied you leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on his forehead, leaving the slightest shimmer of pink on his skin. You had a few inches on him because of your heels, but as soon as they came off you knew he’d be much taller than you. They were your tallest pair anyways, leaving you taller than most people. You found that people took you seriously when you were taller or as tall as them, it was a necessity in the business world.
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As promised, Arthur called. He called the night of to make sure he had the right number, resulting in a surprisingly long conversation about fruit. He went to bed that night with a smile on his face and cherries on his mind.
The workweek for him was awful. Worse than awful. Monday he had coffee thrown on him, Tuesday someone stole his red clown nose, Wednesday he got a complaint from the shoe store he’d been advertising for, they said he was scaring away customers with his laughter. It wasn’t his fault. Some kid had been teasing him and he had a fit of laughter, making the situation so much worse. The kid fed off of the anxiety and kept going. Thursday his boss told him off for something that wasn’t even his fault, and Friday, Friday was the breaking point.
A group of teenage girls thought it would be hilarious to make a scene, taunting him with their words and going as far as touching him, grabbing at his arms and saying something about him being skinny. He didn’t remember everything. All he knew was that he wanted to see you.
“Happy, you’re home early,” Penny said as soon as he walked in the door, straining from her spot on the loveseat to see him. “Did you check-”
“Yes, mom.” He cut her off as he went to the phone with one thing on his mind. “Nothing. There was nothing.”
She rambled on about the usual but he tuned her out, dialing your number he had memorized. You probably wouldn’t pick up but he could leave a message-
“Hello, this is (Y/N) speaking.” Your voice caught him off guard, he expected the answering machine.
He didn’t plan on you picking up. He swallowed and fought for the words to say, leaving you both in silence.
“Hello?”
“Hi, it’s Arthur.” He choked out and grasped at the collar of his shirt, trying to loosen it. “Are you home?”
“Arthur! Hi sweetie, yes, I’m home.” You sounded so heavenly he felt a little better the more you spoke. You almost sounded happy to hear from him.
“Could I see you?”
“Who is that?” Penny asked, curious as to who he would be seeing. As far as she knew he had no friends.
***
“Of course you can.” You cooed into the receiver and made your way through your house, you had just gotten home from an interview in New York. It was your biggest client, he was about to compete in freestyle competition in California and the press were up your ass for content.
He was Dennis McCoy, on team Haro, one of the biggest names in the industry, so you had been very busy lately. But you always had time for your friends, you made time for them.
“Do you want me to come get you?” You asked as you set down the large folder of posters you’d just picked up.
“No, I can walk.”
“Honey, I’m on the other side of town. Let me come get you.”
After a while of back and forth he gave in and you drove to get him. Once he was in your car he wouldn’t shut up about how you didn’t have to get him, how he really could have just walked.
“Have you had dinner yet?” You cut him off as you drove down the crowded street, having to stop often because of the traffic and people walking in the road.
“Uh,” He inhaled at your question, his rambling had left him breathless. “Yeah, I had a little.” It was a complete lie. He hadn’t eaten at all that day. His medications often left him with little to no appetite, taking its obvious toll on his already skinny form.
You looked at him and raised a brow. “Are you lying to me, Arthur?”
He looked at you and prepared to shake his head, but when he saw the look in your eye he knew he couldn’t lie. It was like you were an authority figure, but not like his boss. He actually liked you, and if he was honest, he liked the thought of you telling him what to do. “Yes. I’m sorry, I-”
“Don’t lie to me, sweetie.” You stopped him and looked back to the road, running through the restaurants local to you. “What do you like? There's a steakhouse nearby, a seafood bar, this great Italian place near where I live.”
“Italian sounds nice.”
You settled on Italian, glad he chose that option. It was one of the nicer places to eat, you and your clients ate there often when discussing business.
Arthur felt a little out of place in the fancy restaurant. Everyone was dressed so nice, they all looked like models. He thought you looked like you belonged there, wearing a gorgeous black dress with a pink suede jacket. You had on a different necklace, a dainty gold chain with some sort of pearl pendant. Pearl earrings. Those same diamond rings.
He looked down at his faded blue jeans and cringed. At least he showered.
“How was your week?” You asked over dinner, watching him pick at his food. He had only taken a few bites of his pasta, but he had finished two cups of water. At least he was drinking.
When you asked the question he winced, looking down at his food as the memories of the week came crashing back. “It was fine. How was yours? Tell me about it.”
You eyed him with suspicion but told him about your week, about the interview and the new posters that your graphic designer made. He listened intently, as always, smiling and nodding. You’d told many people about your line of work but none of them listened the way he did, not even Jennifer. It felt so good to finally have someone that was actually interested in you, there had been so many Duckie’s and Cassie’s in your life you’d lost count.
“Is it stressful?” He asked after you finished your plate, he hadn’t even noticed but when you were talking he had been absentmindedly eating. He had about half of his meal gone and he felt full for the first time in forever, and he wasn’t even nauseous. There was something about you that had slowly changed things about him without him even noticing.
“Sometimes. But I love my job. It’s worth it.” You answered with a smile. “You ready then?”
It took a moment for him to realize what you meant, but then the waitress slipped the bill on the table and he nodded. “Oh, yeah, uhm.” He reached in his pocket to grab his wallet.
“Don’t even think about it.” You stopped him, using your firm voice, and pulled your wallet from your purse.
Arthur blushed as you paid the bill, half of him feeling guilty and ashamed but the other half enjoying the feeling of being taken care of. It was something his mother never did for him, she had never taken care of him the way you were. Buying him dinner, making sure he ate, chiding him on his smoking just like a mother should.
The waitress left and came back with his leftovers wrapped up in tinfoil, it looked overly fancy and somewhat unnecessary. But that’s how it was in the world of the rich, fancy and unnecessary.
You took him back to your house. As soon as he walked through the door his jaw dropped, it looked like a mansion to him.
He was adorable.
“Sit down, make yourself at home.” You took the leftovers from his hands, making sure to brush your fingers over his. “I’ll put these up and get us a drink. Do you like wine?”
“Yes. Thank you.”
You went to the kitchen and put away his food, pouring two glasses of your favorite red wine. You came back to the living room to see him sitting on your couch, admiring the centerpiece on your glass coffee table. It was a gold statue of a GT bike, one of your clients gave it to you after they won a competition for the team.
“Here you go, sweetie.” You sat next to him on the couch, maybe a little too close. Your thighs touched and your shoulders gently grazed his. “So, you want to tell me how your week really was?”
He watched you lean back, your arm gracefully laying across the top of the couch. Should he really tell you? Honestly? He sighed and took a sip of the wine, biting down on his bottom lip after he swallowed. “It wasn’t too great. People, people don’t really like clowns.”
You listened to him talk, nodding. When he leaned back into the couch his hair brushed against your hand and he went to move but you stopped him, letting your fingertips stroke the back of his head. “I like clowns. Did someone bother you, sweetie?” You observed how he seemed to fall apart at your touch and continued playing with his hair, wanting nothing more than to make him feel better.
Arthur choked back a chuckle, trying his best to stop the oncoming fit of laughter that threatened to spill from his chest and ruin the moment. “I, aha,” He coughed and gritted his teeth. “Monday, someone threw coffee on me-” And that’s when the fit started. He felt like he’d suffocate on his laughter, it took everything out of him and left him gasping for breath with tears in his eyes.
You had no idea what was happening but stayed quiet, stroking his hair and letting it happen. It looked like some sort of panic attack, one of your younger clients had them often before interviews and competitions.
When the laughter finally stopped he sucked in a breath, filling his lungs with the oxygen he so desperately needed. “And Tuesday,”
“You don’t need to tell me everything, sweetie.” You stopped him and set your glass of wine on the table, turning to face him, your hand still in his hair. You touched his thigh with the other, not missing how his muscles tensed under your hand.
“It was a rough week.” He felt a tear trickle down his cheek and he cursed himself for being so emotional. He didn’t want you to see him like that, he didn’t want you to think he was some helpless idiot who pitied himself.
“I’m sorry, baby.” You sighed and rubbed his thigh, giving him a comforting squeeze.
Arthur swallowed hard when you called him that. Sweetie was one thing, he’d heard you call Duckie and Cassie that name. But baby?
“Can I call you that?” You asked respectfully while you brushed the hair from his eyes, rubbing your thumb over his cheeks to wipe away the tears. “Is that okay?”
Arthur leaned into your hand and nodded, savoring every second of human contact. He was so damn touch starved it was ridiculous. “Yeah.”
“Okay, baby.” You shifted in the couch closer to him, pulling his head against your chest and wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
Arthur, for once in his life, was held. He cried into your embrace, letting all the years of pent up sadness and anger spill out.
You knew when you saw Arthur that he was stressed out, you could see it in his eyes. But this was something different entirely, he was so damaged and hurt that it made your heart ache. All you wanted to do was hold him and take away his pain.
You kissed his head as the crying slowly stopped, he had stopped sobbing and was letting out an occasional cough and sniffle. “I should go.” He said weakly, but his body betrayed his words and he stayed wrapped in your arms.
“I don’t think you should, baby.” You rubbed his back with one hand and squeezed his shoulder with the other to keep him grounded with you.
He sniffed and after a moment lifted his head from your chest, looking at you. “Why? I mean, why are you so kind to people? I’ve never met anyone like you in Gotham. You give and expect nothing in return, why?”
You smiled and brushed his hair from his face, cupping his cheek which was still wet and cold with tears. “I like it. I give what I can because I know how it feels to have no one. When I was younger…” You trailed off, then shook your head. “It doesn’t matter. That’s in the past. I don’t want people to have to feel like that when it’s so easy to make them feel better. For some people, they need things to make them feel better. Duckie and Cassie,”
At the mention of their names Arthur rolled his eyes.
“Don’t do that. You don’t know what they have going on behind closed doors. For them, material items make them happy. So I buy them things, I don’t mean to brag, but money isn’t an issue with me, so I do what I can to make them happy. If you wanted something I’d do the same for you.”
Arthur wished he didn’t have to worry about money like you did. But the last thing he would ever do would be to ask you for money, it felt disgusting to even think about it. Sure, it would be nice to have the rent paid off and have food in the fridge for his mom, but he would never. Ever.
At the thought of his mother he looked at the clock. His heart dropped. “Oh, I need to go home. My mom-”
“Alright, let me get your food.” You stood, leaving him cold on the couch without the warmth of your arms.
“About earlier, the laughing, I have a condition.” He said when you came back with his food in your hands. “I can’t control it.”
“I figured as much.” You smiled, handing him his leftovers. “That’s okay, though. I don’t mind it. We all have our vices.”
***
Your relationship with Arthur in the following weeks blossomed into the sweetest and most beautiful thing. You found joy in taking him shopping, you’d bought him countless outfits and jackets that actually fit him, shoes that would last and even a watch. He wasn’t one for jewelry, which was a shame. You liked the surprised look on people’s faces when they opened the felt jewelry boxes and laid their eyes on whatever you’d bought.
You took him to dinner when you could, making sure he ate his fill. You adored him and everything about him.
One night after dinner you found yourselves upstairs in your bedroom, halfway through a bottle of wine laughing about some cheesy romance movie you had playing on the T.V.
“Look what I bought you the other day.” You leaned off the bed and grabbed the gift bag you had laying on your floor. One of your clients had an interview in Arizona and you saw something in one of the gift shops you thought he’d like.
“Wow, that looks heavy.” He said as he sipped his wine, cross-legged at the foot of your bed.
“Here, open it.” You crawled towards him and set the bag in front of him, excited to see how he’d react.
Arthur handed you his glass of wine and dipped his hands into the bag, fingers wrapping around the large gift. He struggled to pull it out but when he did his eyes lit up. “Oh, wow, (Y/N)...”
It was a record player, a very nice one at that. It was black and rimmed with gold around the edges, hints of red in some of the dips. You watched with a wide smile on your face as he looked it over, turning and examining the entire thing.
“How much was this?” He stuttered and looked back up to you like a child getting exactly what he wanted for Christmas.
“I’m not telling you.” You laughed and playfully nudged his shoulder, pleased with how he reacted. It filled your heart with so much happiness you thought it would burst.
He was speechless, he couldn’t think of a damn thing so say.
“Do you like it?” You knew he did but you wanted to hear him say it.
“Uh, yeah?” He laughed at the absurdity of the question, nodding with a grin. “I love it. Thank you so much. I don’t know how to show you how much I appreciate this.”
You hummed and pretended to be deep in thought before tapping your lips with one finger. His eyes flicked down to your lips as he’d done many times before, but this time with a new reason. He looked back into your eyes and furrowed his brows, not sure if you meant what he thought you did.
You looked up, finger still on your lips. “Come on, give me some sugar.”
Oh. Arthur swallowed and tried not to show how nervous he was. He cursed himself for being so awkward and leaned into you, watching you close your eyes as his face neared yours. You were serious. He forced himself to get his act together and pressed his lips against yours.
How his heart soared. He melted into you and exhaled through his nose, and when he finally pulled away, he licked his lips to taste you. Your lipgloss was flavorless, he found, but you tasted like wine.
“That’s how you can repay me.” You teased, watching him lick his lips. “Oh, but how will you repay me for dinner?”
You both knew he didn’t have to repay you at all, just him spending time with you and being your friend was payment enough. But sugar was optional, it was a plus that you didn’t need.
“Do, are you like this with the others?” He asked, still breathless from the kiss.
You narrowed your eyes, considering if you should be honest. “Well, the others don’t like me like you do. They like what I do for them, but they don’t like me.”
“As sweet as that is, (Y/N), I want to know if they… pay you back like this.”
“Well, Duckie and Cassie, they sometimes do.” You decided to tell him the truth, he deserved to know. “I have a few other girls, well, not anymore, but in the past, yes. I’d buy them what they needed, paid their rent, their bills, and they’d… you know.”
“What do they do for you?” The sudden look of lust in his eyes changed the conversation entirely. You knew he was no longer innocently curious, and when your eyes cast down you saw from the bulge in his pants that he really, really wanted to know.
“Cassie, she likes to eat me out.” Your voice was now an airy whisper, only audible to the two of you. “When I do something considerably generous for her she repays me the same way. Sometimes she’ll lick me for hours while I do paperwork. Duckie is on the sweeter side, she likes to give me kisses and have me touch her.”
“Touch her? How is that for you?”
You smiled and touched his knee, fingertips barely stroking him through his pants. “Have you ever touched a woman? To see them come undone with your fingers inside them, well, it does more for me sometimes than Cassie’s mouth can.”
Arthur swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. “Does touching a man do the same for you?”
You shrugged, running your fingers up his thigh. When he gasped at your touch you smiled, then nodded. “I think it can with you. You’re already doing a lot to me.”
God, how was he supposed to respond to that? He wanted to please you now, he wanted to make you as happy as you had made him the past few weeks. It had been a month at least, maybe almost two. He’d never been happier. He’d never been… happy. But you changed that. You made him feel special and wanted, which is exactly what you were trying to do.
“Can I touch you, baby?” You whispered, leaning in to kiss his cheek as your hand rested on top of his hardened length. He was so hard. The fact made you ache.
“Yeah.” He murmured, his face turning to the side as your lips left kisses from his cheek to his jaw. When you pressed them against his neck he thought he’d cum in his pants.
You unzipped his pants for him, pulling them down enough to pull out his cock. Your mouth actually watered at the sight of it, he was long and thick. You found in your life that the skinny, taller guys always had the more impressive cocks. The muscular guys who oozed confidence were… much less impressive.
You stroked him a few times before stopping to move the record player and bag off the bed. But you were back in a second, pressing your hand against his chest and pushing him into a laying position. “You’re so pretty, Arthur.” You breathed, your breath hot against the tip of his cock. You planted a kiss on his head and he moaned, hands reaching for your hair. “No, sweetie. You can’t touch me yet. Hands down.”
Being told what to do did something for him, he moaned in response and moved his hands up to his chest. “I like that,” His voice was a shaky whisper. “Being told what to do.”
They always did.
“Good. Now, stay still and let me taste you.”
You licked a stripe from the base of his cock to his head, flattening your tongue before taking him into your mouth. His precum tasted like salt, but it wasn’t bad. His diet had been healthy enough recently for him to taste fine. You swirled your tongue around the tip, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock. When you took him entirely into your mouth he groaned loudly and shuttered.
“I’m, I’m not going to,” He sputtered and tried his best to stay still but his hips bucked upwards. “Fuck, (Y/N).”
“Come for me.” You took him out of your mouth and pumped him a few times, looking down at his face. His eyes were closed and his face was twisted in pleasure, his lips parted as his chest heaved with every breath. “Come for me, baby.” Your mouth went back to his cock and you forced yourself to take him all in, the tip of him reaching down the back of your throat.
“Oh!” He groaned and hissed, his hips jerking up into your mouth. He came quickly, moaning pretty little noises, his cum shooting down your throat. You swallowed all of it, making sure not a single drop was wasted.
You sat up and looked down at him, taking in how beautiful he looked. “You’re such a good boy, Arthur. Now get up.”
He pushed himself up on his elbows, looking at you while he struggled to sit up. You looked so elegant, your lips red from the friction and your eyes glossy from tears. None had spilled, though, he supposed you were too perfect for that.
“Make me come.” You sat up on your knees and raised your dress to slip off your black panties. When they were off you laid back against your pillows and bent your knees, spreading them to give him a full view of your pussy.
“Jesus.” He breathed at the sight and crawled up to you, taking off his jacket. He wanted to remove his shirt as well but your pussy was too tempting to waste time undressing.
Arthur laid down between your legs and nuzzled his face in your pussy, licking once through your folds. You were so wet, it gathered on the tip of his tongue and trickled down to his throat. “You taste so good.” He breathed and continued his work of licking and sucking, gauging your reactions to see what pleased you the most. After a while he fell into a rhythm of licking you, sucking your clit, and dipping his tongue as far as he could reach inside you.
You were breathless. You knew Arthur had no experience, it was obvious given how fast he came and how he had started oral, but it was shocking how fast he learned. He might actually make you come.
He remembered what you had said earlier about fingers and seeing a woman come undone with them. He cautiously slipped his middle finger inside you, jumping at the noise you made.
“Is that,” He thought he might have hurt you.
“Perfect, baby.”
He put his mouth back on you and moved his finger in and out, not sure what felt good.
“Curl them, in and out doesn’t do it for me.”
Note taken, he curled his finger. You burst into heavy breathing, reaching down to tug at his hair. He was so good, so good, he was going to make you come. It was so rare for someone to actually make you orgasm.
“Perfect, oh, yeah!” You gasped and closed your eyes, rutting your hips down on his face. He curled his finger faster and sucked on your clit as you came in his mouth, the noises you made were music to his ears. You laughed sweet, you spoke sweet, and the noises you made in bed were even better. How were you so perfect?
You came hard, jerking and shaking, toes curling. You were the only person who had ever made you come like that, no one before Arthur had done it like you could.
“Oh, baby. I’m going to have to keep you here.” You teased and he rose from your legs, licking the cum from his lips. “You need to stay here with me.”
He wished he could.
Making you come had caused him to harden again. You thanked the gods that you were able to go again so quickly, it was a gift women were blessed with.
“Lay down.” You slipped off the bed and he laid where you were previously, his hand going to his cock like it was programmed. “No, no touching.” You slapped his hand away and went back to what you were doing, grabbing your ties from your bedside table.
Arthur watched you climb back on the bed, on top of him, your wet center grazing his cock. He shuddered and forced his hands to stay at his side as you looped the ties around the headboard. You grabbed his hands and tied them above his head, making sure they were tight enough that he couldn’t free himself but not too tight. You didn’t want to cut off circulation.
“You were so good.” You said once you were done, placing your hands flat on his chest. He looked up at you with adoration, soaking in every praise you gave him. “My good boy, you made me come so hard.”
You leaned down and kissed him, deeper than before, your tongue entering his hot mouth. He tasted like your cum and wine.
With one hand you grabbed his cock and slipped it inside you, your tongue still in his mouth. The way he gasped sent shivers down your back.
You only broke the kiss to take off your dress, pulling it over your shoulders and throwing it behind you. Arthur didn’t know where to look, your chest or your face. Both were so pretty. Your nipples were hard, your skin looked so soft. He wanted so badly to touch your breasts.
Slowly, ever so slowly, you started riding him. One hand on his chest and the other on your thigh, you rose and sank down on his cock. He filled you perfectly, falling just centimeters short of your cervix. Any longer and it would be painful.
Arthur couldn’t even speak. He closed his eyes and moved with you, his hips rising to meet yours with each motion. You felt so good wrapped around his cock, he hoped he would last longer this time. He lost himself in his body, everything felt so perfect.
“Open your eyes.” You caressed his face with your palm, stroking his cheeks with your fingertips. “I wanna see those pretty green eyes when I come.”
He opened his eyes and locked them with yours, it was harder than it sounded, keeping them open and focused. It felt so intimate, he hadn’t felt that, ever. It was like you were looking into each other's souls, all of you belonging to each other, naked and exposed in every way. There was nowhere to hide, no way to lie.
You came again, clenching down on his cock, your eyes still locked with his. The sight of it was so beautiful to him, your mouth hanging open with your red cheeks. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered as he watched you come. “I can’t even tell you how beautiful you are.”
Coming to his praises was such an amazing experience.
You untied his hands with shaking fingers, suddenly overtaken with a more hungry desire. “Now, fuck me. I want it fast, and hard.”
The two of you switched positions and he plunged his cock back inside you, fucking you exactly how you said. Fast, and hard. His hips snapped forward with rough thrusts, hands planted in the pillows beside your head. You locked your ankles around his back, prompting him to go deeper.
“Just like that, baby.” Your moans were choppy from the force of his thrusts.
He fucked you harder when he felt his second orgasm come, burying his entire cock inside you. It caught him off guard and he had to close his eyes, it was too much. “Oh, (Y/N).” He groaned and came, continuing his thrusts. They were sloppy now but you didn’t care, you came with him and shouted his name.
“Oh my god.” He panted when his orgasm finished, leaving him with a few spasms and jerks. He rolled off of you and unbuttoned his shirt to get air on his overheated body. “That was amazing. You’re amazing.”
You rolled through the last waves of your orgasm, humming and shaking beside him. “Mmm, yeah, baby. You’re so good.”
After the two of you dressed and pulled yourselves together you drove him home. The whole ride was spent talking about nothing and everything, the both of you still high from multiple orgasms.
“Thank you for tonight.” Arthur said in the passenger seat when you pulled up outside his apartment. He didn’t want to leave but he knew he had to, he had to tend to his mother.
“Of course, honey.” You reached out and brushed his hair from his cheek. “Listen, I’ve got a really busy week coming up. But Friday night I’m going to take you out, okay?”
“Okay.” he was a bit disappointed that he wouldn’t see you until then, but he was glad he got to see you again nonetheless.
“Come here.” You smiled and leaned in to kiss him, slipping a sealed envelope in his pocket. He thankfully didn’t notice. You knew he would refuse the money, but you just wanted to take care of him. You knew he was struggling.
“I’ll see you on Friday.” He said when the kiss broke, reaching for the door handle.
“See you then, sweetheart.”
Ask: Hi, I absolutely love your stories! And I love to think about Arthur Fleck being a virgin❤May I request a story about the first time having sex with Arthur, being his first time, but the reader's very experienced. And like he asking if she has done this before, she says yes and asks the same to him, to what he says no, she kinda guides him at first because of his nervousness, but then he looses control & it turns cute , hot but goofy . Sorry i talk a lot😂i have this idea in ny head , help!
Warnings: Cursing, smut.
Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Reader
A/N: Thanks for requesting something so cute and sensual! Hope you enjoy!
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You practically slammed Arthur against the elevator walls, ignoring the fact the doors hadn’t even closed yet. You couldn’t care any less. If someone saw, let them watch.
“(Y/N),” His voice trembled as you continued your attack from earlier, kissing his neck and palming him through his jeans. You couldn’t help it, he’d been so sweet to you today, all you wanted was to show him how much you appreciated it. “Christ…” He forgot what he wanted to say and he shut up for the meantime, letting you touch him.
It had been a long, long time without sex for you. You’d been fine with it at first, but then you met Arthur. You’d never wanted to have sex with someone so badly before, was it partly because he hadn’t tried to initiate anything? Yes.
When you were finally in your apartment he tried to think of a way to tell you, his mind fighting against him as you led him to your bedroom. Would you think less of him? Laugh in his face and kick him out?
“Have you done this before?” He blurted out when your hands slipped into his pants.
Had he truly just asked that? You pushed yourself up on your knees in your bed, still sat between Arthurs spread legs. “Yes.” You answered honestly, hoping he wouldn’t think less of you and want to leave. You set your hand on his knee, giving him a questioning squeeze. “Are you alright, sweetie?”
He forced his eyes up to yours, struggling to look at you. He wanted nothing more than to please you, obviously, but he had no idea how. Sure, he’d read his fair share of porn magazines but that wasn’t real. He had no real experience.
“Have you ever…” Your words trailed off when he gave you a small shake of the head. Your heart skipped a beat. It was probably awful to think it was adorable, but come on, was it not? “Is that why you’re so tense?”
He looked incredibly uncomfortable, his face twisted into a grimace, looking anywhere but you.
It looks like you’d have to take the lead. You slowly ran your hand up his leg, finding he was still hard. “You don’t need to be nervous around me, Arthur, I can teach you.” You leaned over him and kissed his chin before nuzzling your face into his neck. He smelled so sweet, he’d showered right before your date that day and his hair still smelled of conditioner.
Arthur wrapped his arms around your waist after you sat down in his lap. “Okay.”
You smiled into his skin, sitting upright so you could look at his pretty face. “Okay?”
Your smile was contagious, he nodded in affirmation and smiled back to you, allowing you to show him the ropes. You settled on making out for a bit first, grinding into each other through your clothes.
“Put your fingers inside me.” You whispered, pulling back from his lips. Once your shorts and panties were off you climbed back in his lap. “These two.” You singled out his middle and ring fingers on his right hand.
He did as you said, although hesitant, sliding his hand between the two of you. His fingertips barely grazed your thighs, almost like he was teasing you. But he was far too overwhelmed to even think about teasing you right now.
“Come on, touch me.”
Arthur looked back up to you and tentatively slipped his fingers between your folds, taken aback for a moment at how warm, wet, and soft you felt. Those two fingers pushed inside you and his cock twitched at the feeling of you wrapped around his fingers. He moved them around a bit, searching your face to see what pleased you most. He settled on curling them, having to adjust himself when you started letting out sinful moans.“Can I taste you?”
That surprised you. “Yeah, of course you can.”
You climbed off him and laid on your back in your bed, taking a moment to breathe as he took off his pants, not even bothering with his shirt. He settled between your thighs and buried his face between your legs, licking up the aftermath of what his fingers did to you.
“Oh, you’re good at that.” You closed your eyes and ran your fingers through his hair, laying your head back on your pillow. “You’re so good.”
His tongue circled your clit a few times before dipping inside you, exploring as far as he could reach. You tasted so good. His cock ached painfully but pleasing you was first and foremost on his mind.
“Mmm, just like that baby.” You moaned, rolling your hips against his face.
Until you started making those noises. Then he couldn’t hold back.
Something snapped in Arthur and he jumped up, hand wrapping around your throat. “You make such pretty noises.” He whispered and with his other hand he guided himself to your pussy.
“Fuck, baby.” You hissed, grinding down against the tip of his cock. “Fuck me, please, I need it hard.”
Arthur hummed and slowly, so fucking slowly, pushed himself inside you. Once his head popped in you both moaned. He shuddered, wondering how you stayed so tight. He wouldn’t last long, he knew it, but he’d make sure his first time was good for the both of you.
He didn’t start off slow. Once he was inside you he fucked you hard and fast, one hand on your neck and the other on your waist. It felt so good to finally have him inside you, you’d been thinking about how he would feel for so long and it was finally happening.
How did he fuck so good? Wasn’t he a virgin? You arched your back, tilting your head back so he could hold your neck better. He took advantage of it and tightened his fingers around your throat, pounding harder into your pussy until he felt his very quick orgasm building.
“Fuck,” He choked, trying to keep his pace, but it was far too hard when he felt you clench around him. “(Y/N), I-”
“Come for me.” You wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your ankles and pulling him further inside you. “Arthur, don’t hold back.”
He leaned down and kissed you, moving his hands to cup your face, and finally came.
You purposefully clenched around him while he moaned into your mouth. His hot cum filled you so well, he came so fucking hard he got cramps in his calves.
“(Y/N),” He went limp in your arms and laid on top of you, resting his head in the crook of your neck.
After he recovered he slipped out of you, his cum leaking out the second he left you, spilling onto your comforter. “Did you…” He asked awkwardly.
“We have all night for you to make me come.” You kissed the side of his head and wrapped an arm around him, petting his hair while he nuzzled his face in your neck. God, could he get any cuter? “You really went at it, didn’t you?”
Arthur chuckled and nodded. His hair tickled your chin. “I couldn’t help it. You felt so fucking good.”
You smiled and hummed, kissing the top of his head again. “Well, whenever you’re ready we can go again.”
“Is it too early to say I love you?” He murmured.
You furrowed your brows and looked down at him, seeing his eyes had closed. Fuck, he was so cute! He had came so hard he was falling asleep on you. “No, it’s not.” Brushing your fingers through his hair, you smiled. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Ask: I have never put a request in for a fic before, but here goes! Since Arthur canonically is a virgin, has childlike innocence and no idea how to interact with women, I'd love to read a fic about a friend helping him to understand what a woman would 'like'. Like having a 'mock' date, dancing, holding hands. But they wind up as a little more than friends; 'teaching and learning' is more of an excuse to get closer with each other since they'd secretly wanted it, but were too shy.
Warning: Cursing
Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Reader
A/N: Thank you for this adorable request! I hope you enjoy it, sweetie!
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You’d known Arthur for a while, it was funny how you met, actually. You’d been on the way to work and he’d bumped into you, spilling your hot coffee all over your shirt. You were about to explode on him but when you saw how guilty he looked you bit your tongue.
“I’m so sorry, oh my god,” Arthur had gasped, stepping away from you.
“It’s fine,” You huffed, pulling your shirt away from your body just enough to get a breeze in. “It’s a black shirt, I’ll be fine.”
“Jesus, are you okay?” The look on his face was enough to cheer you up, it was almost funny how scared he appeared. “You’re not hurt, are you?”
“I’m fine. But you owe me another coffee.”
And now here you were, eating dinner in his mother's apartment. It wasn’t anything fancy, just your leftovers from lunch, pasta and breadsticks.
“Do women really like that?” Arthur asked in response to a man in a movie who had been going over the top to impress a girl.
You weren’t even watching the movie, you’d been too occupied reading a magazine that had come in the mail. “Hmm?” You glanced up from the glossy paper, digging your fork into your plate.
“Like, would you want someone coming to your place of work with flowers and chocolate?” He asked nervously, twiddling his fingers.
A laugh escaped your lips and you had to cover your mouth to finish chewing. “Uhm,” You swallowed your food and took a sip of water. “I don’t know. It depends, I guess.”
“On what?”
You looked at him then, eyebrows raised and a playful smirk on your lips. “What’s your sudden interest in what women like?”
He looked back to the T.V and shrugged, visibly timid.
Oh, now you were interested. “What, is there someone you like?” You leaned forward in the love seat with your full attention on him. Arthur had never talked about his personal life like that, and to be honest, you’d never thought about it. But now that you were thinking about it, you were more than intrigued.
It took a while but he nodded, earning an excited gasp from you.
“Well, let me tell you what women like.” You slid off the chair and joined him on the couch. “We’re not all the same, obviously, but I think I can speak for most of us when I say small acts are the best. You know, a call after work to tell them you’ve been thinking about them. If you… Uhm, oh, if you see something that reminds you of them get it. Like a flower in the park, a cute shirt, a music tape, you know. Little things. At least that’s what I like.” You realized you were rambling and laughed. But Arthur took in every word, nodding and taking mental notes.
“Have you ever been on a date?”
“Oh, yeah, I’ve had a few.” You’d had more than a few but you didn’t want to intimidate him. “Have you?”
Silence. Then he shook his head.
“Well, how about tomorrow after work you stop by my place. We can pretend to have a date and I’ll show you how it’s done, okay?”
His face brightened and he smiled, nodding. “Okay. Yeah.”
***
He took the mock date seriously. He put on some of his better clothes and took extra time with his hair, even going as far as buying you flowers. He picked out a kind he thought you’d like, that’s what you said, right?
You opened your door and had to choke back a gasp. Wow, he sure could clean up nice. When he cleared his throat you realized you’d been staring and he was holding out a bouquet of flowers for you. “Arthur, wow, for me?”
“Yeah, I saw them and thought of you. That’s what girls like, right?”
You took the flowers and nodded, unable to keep the ecstatic smile off your face. “Yes, I do. We do, I mean. We like that a lot.” You stumbled over your words and stepped to the side to let him in. “Well, dinner is almost done, so, sit down, and,” You were almost breathless. “Yeah.”
To save both of you from your awful awkwardness you went into the kitchen to get the food out of the oven. You had to take a moment and breathe, cursing yourself for how worked up you’d gotten. What was wrong with you? It wasn’t a real date, you were helping him woo over another woman.
After you set the food out and made each other's plates you stood back from the table, making sure everything was perfect. “Okay, stand up.”
He furrowed his brows but did what you said, standing from his chair.
“Pull out my chair and scoot it in for me.”
Oh, right. He scoffed at the obviousness of it, that’s why he was here, to learn. He walked over to the other side of the table and pulled your chair out, finding himself smiling as he pushed it in under you.
“Thank you, Arthur, what a gentleman.” You teased and he laughed, a real laugh. It wasn’t the painful laugh you’d heard him suffer through so many times.
When he sat down he ran over things in his mind, what did people normally talk about on dates? Before he could think too hard you spoke.
“Ask me how my day was.” You whispered and he sucked in a breath, thankful you were going to be leading.
“How was your day?”
“It was wonderful.” You answered and picked up your fork. “I saw a man walking his dogs on the way home and he let me pet them.”
“Oh.” Arthur raised a brow and began eating. “That’s great. What kind of dogs?”
“A German Sheppard and a pug.” You smiled when you remembered how cute they both were. “Do you like dogs?”
Arthur shrugged and finished chewing before he answered. “I’m more of a cat person.”
“Perfect.”
“Hmm?”
“Establishing the small things about your personality, that’s exactly what you talk about.” You took a sip of water, locking eyes with him over the table. “Now, ask me what I do for fun.”
He knew what you did for fun but he asked anyway. He found out something he didn’t know about you though, something that piqued his interest.
“You really like doing that?” He asked, breaking character again. “You like people watching?”
“Yeah! I like seeing into peoples lives, I know it’s a little weird but there are so many interesting people out there and it’s nice to get a glimpse of that. You hear things you normally wouldn’t.”
Soon you both forgot you weren’t on an actual date and you lost yourselves in conversation. You learned things about him you hadn’t known and probably would have never found out if not for the date. He told you he wanted to be a comedian and he told you a few jokes, getting quite a few laughs in return.
“Well, Arthur.” You said to him as he stood in your doorway. “Whoever you’re practicing for is very lucky.”
He beamed at you leaning against your doorframe and smiled, looking to the ground. ‘It’s you. You.’ He thought but said nothing.
“You know, after a date goes this well, you usually kiss her before you go.” You were mostly teasing but fuck, you really wanted to kiss him.
Arthur tried to hold himself back, truly, he did, but as soon as you said that he leaned in, his nose grazing yours, lips barely brushing. You reached up to meet him. His lips were so soft and so were yours, they felt so perfect against each other. It lasted a good seven seconds before he pulled back, just as breathless as you.
“Like that?” He whispered after, his green eyes flickering back and forth over your face.
“Yeah. Just like that.”
When he left you leaned on the door, a content blissful smile on your face. Then it hit you. Fuck. Oh no. You had caught feelings.
***
Music filled your house, some song you’d never heard by some singer you’d never heard of. Arthur liked it though, and although he’d never admit it to you it reminded him of you. It was the first song he’d heard after he met you, it wasn’t his normal type of music but it just screamed (Y/N).
Your head resting against his chest as the two of you swayed in your living room had to be Heaven. Arthur wasn’t religious in the slightest but if there was a Heaven, it would have to be this. Right? So peaceful and sincere. He hadn’t felt that way in… well, ever. He’d never felt that way before.
“Have you asked her out yet?” Your voice was soft and vibrated against his chest pleasantly.
“No, do you think she’d like to dance like this?” The change of subject was subtle enough for you not to notice.
“I like it.”
Arthur leaned down just enough to set his chin on the top of your head. He wanted to tell you so desperately that you were the one he was doing all this for.
Little did he know you felt the exact same way.
The past few weeks you’d grown extremely close with Arthur, the mock-dates had soon lost their original purpose and were just an excuse to be around each other. You were both so starved of affection neither of you said anything out of fear the sessions would end.
But god, you wanted to say something. You wanted to see if the feeling was mutual, you wanted to know if your kisses meant more than practice. Maybe you were being foolish and blind but without verbal affirmation you were unsure.
“This is nice.” You forced the words out of your mouth, testing the waters to see where he stood.
He hummed, in agreement maybe? But he said nothing. He wanted you to continue.
“Arthur,” You pulled back from him so you could see his face. You needed to see it when you said what was on your mind. “Am I the girl you’ve been practicing for?”
“What?” He mumbled in confusion with furrowed brows.
You parted from his arms and turned. Were you wrong all along? “Oh, god, I’m so stupid.”
Arthur’s face fell and he reached out to touch your shoulder as he struggled for the right words. “(Y/N), I’m sorry,” He interpreted it the wrong way, thinking you had found him out and were disgusted at what he’d been doing. “I couldn’t think of any other way,” That's when the first attack happened. The first in a while. He covered his mouth and turned around while his body shook.
You didn’t say anything, you just waited for him to finish, now facing him with your hand nervously clasping your neck. Well, this wasn’t going as planned. You’d said all the wrong things. What did he mean, though? ‘Any other way’? Any other way to what?
When the laughter finally subsided he inhaled deeply, building up the courage to look back at you. “Yes. You’re the girl.”
The way your face lit up was something he wished he could make happen every day. He was a little confused at your reaction until you rushed back to him, rising up on your tiptoes to kiss him. Your arms wrapped around his neck, his gently resting on your sides.
“This isn’t a joke, is it?” He stuttered when you broke the kiss to catch your breath.
“That wouldn’t be a very funny joke.” You shook your head and kissed him again, turning your head slightly to deepen it.
When the two of you finally parted he let out a small chuckle of his own doing. “Do you want to go on a real date?”
“They all felt pretty real to me.”
His lips turned up into the purest smile, it made your heart soar every time you saw it. “Well, what else do you like?”
The endless possibilities of what that question meant, it had your mind running in thousands of directions.
You licked your lips, they were still buzzing from the friction of his. “You want me to teach you?”