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Arthur was always a careful and gentle man around you - so much so that when he came back to camp with bloodied knuckles or that days hunt slung over his shoulder; you wondered how it was even possible for him to be so tender.
But he was, oh he was.
In the short time since you’d begun sharing intimacy, he mimicked an artist delicately exploring his canvas. Tracing lines along the curves of your body with calloused fingertips, painting your skin with the heat of his kiss, drawn out brush strokes on your most sensitive parts. He could spend entire days losing himself to the worship of your body.
And when it was finally time to take you his nervous whispers of “are you alright?” and “I don’t wanna hurt you sweetheart,” would land softly on the pillow, met quickly by your reassurance.
You weren’t complaining of course and Arthur never made you feel less strong or capable than anyone else, he was just so nervous of doing the wrong thing. Nervous that he didn’t know his own strength, nervous that he would do something you didn’t like. Eventually you gathered the courage to tell him that while you loved the softness, it didn’t always have to be that way. You weren’t fragile and maybe - just maybe, you wanted the stronger side of him.
It was easy to notice the alluring way Arthur towered over you when you first met. He was intimidating and rugged but you quickly learned that you were safe with him.
It was the little things like the way he blushed and chuckled when you first held hands, the flicker of the campfire illuminating how much smaller yours was against his. How he loved to pick you up in moments of privacy, relishing in the excited yelp that would escape your lips as the sudden rush of being lifted made your stomach drop.
He had also confided in other moments of privacy that it made him happy to feel like your protecter.
“I know you can take care a yerself but when I gotcha all wrapped up like this…” he’d said softly from behind you - arms embracing your upper body, “I feel like I got a purpose.”
“I feel like I’m good for somethin’ more than just fightin’ and robbin’. For once I can do more with this nastiness…like keepin’ you safe.”
You understood Arthur was more than muscle and anger, but he didn’t seem to. So you made sure he knew how secure you felt at night when he held you, or when you wrapped your arms around his waist as his horse galloped. You brandished stern statements of “Arthur Morgan stop calling yourself names,” and reminders of his kindness and intelligence. That he was more than a brute and better than.
It was no secret though that Arthur was tough and dangerous, and you couldn’t conceal the part of you that was turned on by that part of him. You wanted the thrill of his strength while knowing that you were still safe.
So you confessed your desires in lust-drunk whispers, promising that you wouldn’t break, that you longed for the full weight of him and the power of his grip. You wanted to feel the sweet ache and the shaky legs the day after. Admitting bashfully that you fantasized about him manhandling you, that you would feel dominated and protected all at the same time. That you wanted it. So badly.
Arthur was flattered and aroused and anxious - taking it all in. He wanted it too but “I don’t wanna hurt you sweetheart,” and his fear of disappointing were still his first instincts.
It started with tighter grips, deeper thrusts, positions that were previously foreign. You rode him in earnest to show that indeed - you wouldn’t break. You could straddle and grind and bounce and it wasn’t too much for you. His girth and the width of his hips under your smaller frame was a challenge, but a welcome one. You knew he wouldn’t last but it was worth it to hear his praise and insistence that he’d never seen a more beautiful sight in his life.
Still, you sensed that Arthur was holding back and reassured him that it was okay. To take his time and not do anything he wasn’t ready for.
But this night was different - Arthur was different, sure of himself and forward.
Enjoying libations and gambling with the gang at the saloon had already gotten you both in a good mood. You found your place at the poker table on Arthur’s lap, feeling lovesick as he pulled you close and called you his good luck charm. You felt his confident hand splayed across the small of your back subtly traveling downward as you hinted your desires in hushed tones. The more he won the friskier he got, ending the game with his hand drifting along your slit, wetness already gathered on your undergarments.
Leaning against the bar awaiting the next round of whiskey, you felt his bulky frame engulf you from behind, arms around yours and scruff warm against your ear. “Wanna have my way with ya…” His voice was hoarse and deep.
“Then whatcha waitin’ for big guy?”
Upstairs away from prying eyes, Arthur pinned you against the door of your room, immense hands hungrily pulling your face to his. He moved one to the back of your head where he tugged on a fistful of your hair, using the other to delicately pet your cheek with his thumb. Dominated and protected.
It took no time at all for Arthur to undress you, indulging in his newfound appreciation for getting to the point. Sometimes the art can’t be rushed, but sometimes it comes to you all at once.
Arthur spun you around and pushed you against the warm wood of the door. He brought one arm around your chest and the other down to your entrance. “Jeeesus girl,” he gathered your slick on his fingers, “you weren’t kiddin’ ’bout wantin’ this were ya?”
You simply mewled and rubbed against his fingers, attempting to alleviate the pressure building. This earned an appreciative chuckle from him, “don’t worry gorgeous, I gotcha.”
Arthur’s grip on your torso tightened as he used his other hand to enter you from behind with two thick fingers.
“Fuck…” you breathed out at the sudden feeling of fullness, not used to (but not against) Arthur moving so quickly.
You felt his substantial hand clasp over your mouth, covering the lower half of your face.
“Want the people on the other side of that door to hear ya? Well shit…maybe ya do huh?” You could hear the smirk in his voice. “For now though I’m gonna keep them moans all to myself, that okay?”
You nodded with what little movement you had to work with.
“That’s a good girl,” Arthur kissed the top of your head as he inserted a third finger to the sound of your muffled squeal.
“Goddamn yer so tight, gotta getcha ready for me darlin’.” His fingers moved in and out of you frantically, curling and pressing at all the spots he knew to work.
The pressure ebbed and flowed in swift waves, gripping his digits with every fluttering wave of pleasure.
Having only the sight of the door in front of you and Arthur’s hand around your mouth, you imagined how enticing he must have looked. Your walls clenched at the thought of his sleeve rolled up to his elbow as he worked you like clay, the muscle on his hair covered forearm flexing with each movement of his fingers, hand dripping with your juices.
You imagined the outline of his cock straining against his jeans, face flushed from the self control it was taking not to rut into you right against the door. Jesus it was just too much. These thoughts brought your release, panting and drooling into his sturdy hand as your legs shook with each contraction.
You felt the wetness drip down your thigh as Arthur swiftly removed his fingers, leaving you with an empty ache. The room filled with the sound of his undressing, the rushed unbuttoning, fumbled pulling, and your breath rapid in anticipation. He spoke quietly against your ear, “you tell me to stop if you don’t like anything, ’kay?”
Arthur spun you around and lifted you into the air, locking your legs around his wide waist. With no effort at all he moved your hips to align his swollen member at your entrance and pushed in - hard.
He hit so deep inside of you that you felt split in half. Arthur simply grunted raggedly as he got himself off with your body. Moving you up and down on his cock by your hips with ease, digging into your fat with a grip as strong as iron. Eventually he slowed down to pump you on him with a controlled strength, perhaps even showing off.
You were relieved and so unabashedly turned on that Arthur seemed to enjoy being powerful in this way. Powerful in a way that gave pleasure and not pain; at least not any unwanted pain. As he slowed he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, holding himself still inside of you and burying his face in the nape of your neck, kissing softly. Arthur was still Arthur after all, and he couldn’t keep the tenderness for you from shining through.
It only lasted a moment though before he twirled you around and you felt your back land on the rug in front of the fireplace.
Rising to his knees Arthur spread you open by yours, pushing your legs to the side as far as they could go. You felt the burn start in your hips as he entered you, slow but so deep that the thatch of his hair met yours, blurring where you started and he ended.
“Look atcha takin’ all my cock like this, such a good girl,” he roughly palmed your breasts and pulled at your sensitive nipples as he spoke.
Your whole body felt flush at the attention and explicit words coming from his deep, rugged voice. “Arthur please…” you mewled and turned your head away from him with a smile.
“Aww darlin’ don’t get shy on me now…” Arthur moved your hand to your lower abdomen as he pumped in and out of you rhythmically.
“You feel that?” He pressed your palm lightly above your mound. “You feel my cock inside ya?” Must feel good hittin’ real deep like that.”
You writhed against him and moaned, feeling the outline of his hardness push through your abdomen and against your hand. “Goddamn baby, you have no idea,” you were dizzy and damn near breathless with lust.
Arthur moved your head to face him and spoke sternly, “then look at it.”
“Look how big I am inside ya, how well yer takin’ it.” You watched the bulge move in and out of you, feeling the pleasure and seeing it. You watched Arthur watching as well, his hands gliding unhurriedly around your body, awestruck at the sight beneath him.
Arthur removed himself from you and rested his thick member on top your stomach, balls pressed to your entrance. “Can’t believe how far inside this pretty little pussy I can go.” He stroked himself lazily from base to tip, ending near your bellybutton, “alllll the way up here.”
He gently thrusted the underside of his shaft on top of your swollen clit, soaked in your slick. “Don’t stop, please…” you whimpered and ran your nails down his chest.
He chuckled devilishly, “want me back in there huh?”
“No, I need you Arthur…”
Not one to keep a lady waiting, Arthur roughly positioned you on all fours before pushing all of you flat to the ground. He placed his legs on each side of your upper thighs and plunged into you without parting your legs.
This was new and it made you feel all of him. It wasn’t possible for you to be any wetter and yet there was still a slight sting as he stretched you in this unfamiliar way.
“You like me fuckin’ you like this? Like a goddamn animal?” Arthur’s tone was aggressive and you barely had to time to think as the breath left your lungs with each pounding. “Answer me,” he commanded with hot breath on your ear, his hand gathering your hair in a fist.
“Yes! God…it feels amazing Arthur.”
“Sure does don’t it?” He no longer seemed to care if anyone heard your cries.
Arthur bucked in and out of you at a bruising pace, his hands grasping your ass as his only means of pushing and pulling.
Without stopping he laid his body on top of yours, moving one arm to wrap around your upper chest. He left you enough room to breath but you felt the hefty bulk of him all around you.
His broad chest dominated your back, smaller thighs trapped between his sturdy ones, wrapped in his protective arms. Arthur absolutely engulfed you and you all but disappeared underneath him, your body pushed hard against the floor in tandem with his thrusts. Both of you would surely be nursing rug-burn the next day.
Arthur grunted in your ear with every movement, “tell me more princess…” voice raspy and shaky, he was so close. Needy and desperate to hear how much you loved what he was doing.
“You - oh… you feel so big Arthur.” His rutting became more erratic and shallow, “I’ve wanted this for so long. Need you to…fuck, take me like this.”
Arthur swiftly pulled out and flipped you onto your back, moving close to you so that his thighs were on either side of your chest, his member in front of…oh…
You had given Arthur your blessing to do this before, though he was always too anxious about it - worried you wouldn’t like it and not wanting to pressure you. It wasn’t something either of you had tried or knew much about but after hearing talk of it, you wanted it.
Arthur was stroking himself above your face, hand gently resting against your cheek and looking down at you with shades of blushed ecstasy.
Sensing that he still wasn’t comfortable using your mouth, you brought it closer and encouraged him with a push on his backside.
He took the hint and parted your lips with his cock. He struggled to be gentle as he slid against your twirling tongue, just shy of hitting your throat. The taste of your own sex on his only turned you on further.
You clenched onto his taut thighs and hummed around his throbbing cock, taking him even further. You looked up at him with a pleading expression, “I promise Arthur, I want it…”
He understood and gave in, falling forward with his arms propping him up as he plunged deeper, emptying himself down your throat with a guttural groan.
You swallowed and gently bobbed around him, milking every last drop and sweet sound of his pleasure that you could. Running your hands delicately down his heaving chest, you felt the goosebumps that rose out of his climax.
Immediately after pulling out Arthur moved to pet your warm cheeks with his formerly rough hands, now tender and doting. “You did so well darlin’, are you okay? I - I uh…wasn’t too much was I?”
Fearing Arthur might talk himself into an anxious frenzy you brought his knuckles to your lips and gave a reassuring kiss. “I’m fantastic, handsome. I loved it.” You smiled up at the worried outlaw, relief washing over his face. “Sounds like you enjoyed yourself too?”
Arthur chuckled, “well…I weren’t sure when you brought it up at first but…hearin’ how much you liked it? Made me feel on top of the world.”
He paused, a coy smirk forming, “I’ll admit it was pretty fun just lettin’ go and bein’ in charge too.”
Planting a soft kiss to your neck as he ran his fingertips along your thigh, his tone softened. “But I still like treatin’ ya gently the most.”
“Well I love that too ya know,” you whispered. “We can just enjoy either when the mood strikes.”
Arthur nodded in agreement before picking you up sweetly and moving you to the bed. He found some water for you to drink and helped you clean up while more praise was whispered among the walls of the now peaceful hotel room.
You drifted into a deep slumber as Arthur once again pulled you close, smiling behind you with a feeling of pride and comfort he hadn’t known for some time, if ever.