Worth the wait
Title: Worth the wait
Theme and prompt/s: Stockholm Syndrome - Arthur finally gets the new librarian (Gwen) to go out with him. Smut please.
Rating: NC17
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Gwen
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin.
Author's notes: Written for the ag_fics MC6 challenge.
“Oh, yes, God right there, oh, oh…” Gwen’s cries went crescendo and just when she was about to reach the brink and fall into oblivion, Arthur pulled away. “Ugh! Arthur!”
“Yes, lovely?” He raised up off the bed, his hard cock coming into view, and the sight would have had her mouth watering, if she wasn’t saddled with such sexual frustration she could kill him. He was smirking annoyingly at her, too.
“I swear to God, if you don’t let me finish, I-“ The sentence morphed into a moan as he bent his head quickly to suck her left nipple into his mouth. Another layer of pleasure settled over her over sensitized body. He nipped it and she whimpered, canting her hips forward in an invitation.
“You will what, dear?” He wrapped his hand around his cock from base to head and back, to spread the precome pearling at the crown. He shuffled closer to her, tracing her outer lips first then her inner lips and finally tapping her clit with the tip of his cock, sending a delightful jolt through her.
“Arthur, please?”
“Please what?” He slid the head down the length of her slit, to rest at her entrance, bathing it in her juices. “You’re so wet.” He was so close and so was she; she couldn’t take any more teasing.
She rose up on her arms to be on eye level with him. “Please fuck me.”
“All you had to do was ask.” He smirked - again, and she cursed him - and pushed inside her, a finger circling her clit with intent at the same time. Gwen closed her eyes, the strength to hold herself up abandoning her as she fell back to the bed and screamed, stars bursting behind her eyelids at the magnitude of her orgasm after being kept on the edge for so long. Her muscles fluttered around him and she heard him groan, as he started thrusting purposefully.
He lifted her right leg over his shoulder and all too soon she felt the telltale signs stirring within her, his cock hitting her G spot on every stroke. She opened her eyes, crossing her arms around his back and biting into his shoulder as he pounded into her, slowly but surely bringing about another powerful orgasm.
She slid her hands in his hair, lifting his head up for a kiss and moaning into his mouth just as waves of pure bliss washed over her. This time she took him under as well, her body pulling his release from him as he shuddered and stilled above her, his face contorted in rapture. After a few minutes, he blinked open dazed eyes and slipped out of her, rolling onto his back.
“That was…” He trailed off.
“Torture.”
The arrogant smirk was firmly back in place, as he slid his hand on her stomach. “Torture, really?”
“Yes, torture. Well, torture then mindless pleasure.”
“You know what torture is? Making me wait three months for our first date, when we both knew that you wanted it. Hell, I had to borrow a book on Stockholm Syndrome to get you to talk to me.”
It was her turn to smirk. “Good things come to those who wait, didn’t you know?”
“In that case, I’ve been a very good boy and I intend to collect my reward many times over tonight.” The idle patterns of his caresses gained purpose.
Gwen puckered her lips. “Fine by me.” She frowned as she felt something seep out of her. “Wait, did you use a condom?"
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Theme and prompt/s: Stockholm Syndrome - Arthur finally gets the new librarian (Gwen) to go out with him. Smut please.
Rating: NC17
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Gwen
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin.
Author's notes: Written for the ag_fics MC6 challenge.
“Oh, yes, God right there, oh, oh…” Gwen’s cries went crescendo and just when she was about to reach the brink and fall into oblivion, Arthur pulled away. “Ugh! Arthur!”
“Yes, lovely?” He raised up off the bed, his hard cock coming into view, and the sight would have had her mouth watering, if she wasn’t saddled with such sexual frustration she could kill him. He was smirking annoyingly at her, too.
“I swear to God, if you don’t let me finish, I-“ The sentence morphed into a moan as he bent his head quickly to suck her left nipple into his mouth. Another layer of pleasure settled over her over sensitized body. He nipped it and she whimpered, canting her hips forward in an invitation.
“You will what, dear?” He wrapped his hand around his cock from base to head and back, to spread the precome pearling at the crown. He shuffled closer to her, tracing her outer lips first then her inner lips and finally tapping her clit with the tip of his cock, sending a delightful jolt through her.
“Arthur, please?”
“Please what?” He slid the head down the length of her slit, to rest at her entrance, bathing it in her juices. “You’re so wet.” He was so close and so was she; she couldn’t take any more teasing.
She rose up on her arms to be on eye level with him. “Please fuck me.”
“All you had to do was ask.” He smirked - again, and she cursed him - and pushed inside her, a finger circling her clit with intent at the same time. Gwen closed her eyes, the strength to hold herself up abandoning her as she fell back to the bed and screamed, stars bursting behind her eyelids at the magnitude of her orgasm after being kept on the edge for so long. Her muscles fluttered around him and she heard him groan, as he started thrusting purposefully.
He lifted her right leg over his shoulder and all too soon she felt the telltale signs stirring within her, his cock hitting her G spot on every stroke. She opened her eyes, crossing her arms around his back and biting into his shoulder as he pounded into her, slowly but surely bringing about another powerful orgasm.
She slid her hands in his hair, lifting his head up for a kiss and moaning into his mouth just as waves of pure bliss washed over her. This time she took him under as well, her body pulling his release from him as he shuddered and stilled above her, his face contorted in rapture. After a few minutes, he blinked open dazed eyes and slipped out of her, rolling onto his back.
“That was…” He trailed off.
“Torture.”
The arrogant smirk was firmly back in place, as he slid his hand on her stomach. “Torture, really?”
“Yes, torture. Well, torture then mindless pleasure.”
“You know what torture is? Making me wait three months for our first date, when we both knew that you wanted it. Hell, I had to borrow a book on Stockholm Syndrome to get you to talk to me.”
It was her turn to smirk. “Good things come to those who wait, didn’t you know?”
“In that case, I’ve been a very good boy and I intend to collect my reward many times over tonight.” The idle patterns of his caresses gained purpose.
Gwen puckered her lips. “Fine by me.” She frowned as she felt something seep out of her. “Wait, did you use a condom?"
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