Low Honor Arthur Morgan X F!Reader: I Still Get Jealous

Nobody asked for this, but BOOM! Also be nice pllzzzzz, it’s my first time posting like this 😭😭

Rating: explicit | Warnings: none | Characters: Arthur Morgan, F!reader | Summary: Arthur notices a member of camp getting a little too friendly with his woman, so he decides to correct that. ———————————————————- “An’ how’re you doing this evening, Princesa?”

The sound of the deep slurring pulled you from the words on the pages of your book. Before you could look up at the man standing above you he plopped down next to you on the log by the fire you had decided to perch on.

“I’m feeling fine Javier, just fine, and yourself?”

You could smell the alcohol pouring off of him, though the grin he gave you would have given away his current state anyways. His hair wasn’t in a ponytail like usual, instead his dark tresses were resting on his shoulder and plastered to his mildly sweaty forehead. He was a drunken mess, like most members of the camp tonight on account of the celebration they were having. A toast, or twenty, to a well pulled off string of coach robberies.

“I’m Feelin’ good, happy we’re all okay.”

“And happy we’re all paid no doubt.” You retorted, your eyes back on your pages. “Shame I couldn’t have ridden with y’all, but young Jack needed looking after, can’t let that cold he’s got get any worse than it already is.”

“Sure, but we really all missed you out there, some of us more than others.”

That last part of his sentence was said in just above a whisper as he grabbed your hand and planted a soft kiss to the back of it.

‘Bold.’ You thought to yourself as your eyes finally left your book and scanned the camp, an action Javier caught.

“Looking for something Hermosa? Or someone perhaps?”

You smirked at him and gently pulled your hand back to your lap, closing your book and sighing. It was obvious that with all the commotion and celebrating that was going on that you weren’t going to get very far.

“How about you have a drink with me huh?” He Asked, slinging his arm around your shoulder. “You need to loosen up a bit, all that doctoring you do all day keeps you all tense.”

“As fun as that sounds Javier, I don’t think-“

“Ah ah ah! No backtalk, I’ll go get some whiskey.”

Before you could even think to protest, he was gone. Off on a mission to find a bottle of booze that hadn’t already been claimed yet.

“Good luck.” You muttered.

A breeze tickled the pages of your book and you crinkled your nose. The swampy air wasn’t pleasant to take in, but it beat swinging in it at the end of a rope in Saint Denis. That seemed like such a long time ago now, when you had found yourself scared and on the run from the law for murder, but being with your new family made it all worth it. Though you reckoned you were just lucky they were in need of a real doctor.

You looked around and when you saw no sign of Javier you decided to make a break for your tent. No one noticed you slip away and you sighed contently as you lowered the flap and lit your lantern.

Ahhh, your personal tent, a luxury usually only afforded to the top brass, but Dutch figured that a real doctor would need their own private workspace.

Another lucky draw, as was the view of the lake in the morning. You couldn’t complain, hell, you weren’t. Life wasn’t too bad as far as you we concerned.

“I bet you thought that was real cute didn’t you?”

The sound of that all too familiar gruff voice stopped your fingers right in their tracks, the pads resting on the buttons of your top. You had been in the middle of undressing and hadn’t heard the footsteps, or the drawing back of your tent flap, and you damn near jumped out of your skin.

“You Bet I thought what was cute Mr. Morgan?” You asked sarcastically as you kept unbuttoning your shirt.

“Don’t get smart with me woman, you know damn well what I’m talkin’ about.”

You laughed as you untucked your open shirt from your skirt and let it slide off your arms, knowing damn well the laughter was gonna piss him off even more. The man you had become involved with had a jealous streak, that was for certain, and at times you found it funny, others just downright annoying.

Tonight it was definitely the latter. Caring for Jack while he was sick on top of treating any injuries the others sustained had drained you, and all you wanted was a decent night of sleep. Something your partner didn’t seem too keen on letting you have.

“If You’re talking about Javier then I suggest you stop right there. You know how he gets when he drinks. When he’s like that I tend to take his flirting as seriously as I take Micah’s, and I don’t take anything Micah does seriously.”

Yeah, but you sure seemed to be enjoyin’ the attention, laughin’ like a shy little schoolgirl.” He bit back, a step or two closer now.

“Arthur I wasn’t-“

A gloved hand cupping your chin cut your words short. His grip tight enough to assert himself, but not tight enough to be anything more than uncomfortable. He had been gone with the others on the coach jobs and you figured that not seeing you for a couple days has gotten him all pent up.

Yeah you was.” He growled. “I leave for a couple days and you just latch onto the first little bit of attention you can get, that it?”

You tried to shake your head in his grasp, but his fingers tightened and he began backing you up towards your cot. There was no pulling him out of one of these mood, especially when he had been drinking, and if the smell on his breath was anything to go by, he had been.

“So what you think your punishment should be doll? Hmm? Couple smacks to this perfect ass of yours? Or should I just fuck this pretty mouth and go on about my merry way?”

Both would work for you if you were being honest with yourself. What had started as an inconvenience was quickly turning into something you looked forward to ending your night with. You tasted the leather of his gloves as he ran his thumb over your lips and the tip of your tongue, and your eyes slid closed as the back of your knees hit the cot.

He had you trapped, his other hand gripping your waist. The look in his eyes was smoldering, like there might have been the slightest bit of actual anger there at what had just happened.

“You gon’ answer me woman, or are you waitin’ for me to give your mouth somethin’ to do?”

You finally plopped down onto the cot and he wasted no time pushing you onto your back. He dimmed the lamp until the two of you were just visible enough, and the look in his eyes was enough to set you ablaze. He wasn’t playing around and he wanted to make sure you knew that.

“Oh now you wanna be all quiet and mouse like .” He said as he unbuckled his belt and popped the buttons of his pants open.

From your spot on your back on the cot you let your eyes wander over his impressive length. The way the dark leather of his gloves contrasted against the slightly pink flush it was sporting. He was aroused, and whether that was from what he knew was about to transpire or from being a little rough with you was up for debate. Not that you really had the time to try and figure it out.

“How bout you raise that skirt up for me darlin’, nice and slow so I don’t miss anything.”

He spat into the palm of his still covered hand and began stroking himself slowly while the blush on your face no doubt got deeper. You could hear the squelch of the gloves against his skin, and the little puffs of breath he let fall past his lips were enough to shake the embarrassment of exposing yourself to him for just long enough.

It wasn’t as if the two of you had never been intimate before. Hell, he practically jumped your bones whenever the opportunity arose, but being as exposed and vulnerable as you were about to be for him, well that was a whole different story.

Your hands were shaking as you pulled the bottom of your skirt over your knees. Your back was still flat on the cot and your still booted feet were now propped up on the edge, knees spread so when you finally pulled your skirt all the way to your waist you were open and bare for him.

“Nothin’ under? Really?”

He almost sounded amused.

“Was gonna surprise you when y’all got back. Been wanting you since you left.” You Whispered Softly.

“That right?” He asked as he stepped closer, his cock still in hand.

“Yessir.”

He looked down at your spread legs and darted his tongue against his cracked lips. The tip of his cock was leaking, a drop of precum beading at the tip from what you could see through your half lidded eyes. The air seemed to have somehow gotten thicker and even more stifling in the dimness of your tent, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could take him staring at you.

Time seemed like it was going as slow as molasses. How long had you been laying there? Minutes? Hours? You didn’t know, but what you did know was that Arthur Morgan could be the cruelest of men when it came to torturing you like this. Slowly picking you apart until you were left with nothing but carnal desire, and only then would he MAYBE consider having his way with you.

The thought of him getting you this aroused and leaving made you squirm slightly, your head turned away from him to stare at all of your belongings and tools. You couldn’t take much more of this, and he knew it.

“Needy little thing, ain'tcha?” He asked as he grabbed your hand and pulled you into a sitting position, your face now inches from the tip of his length. “You know what to do with it girl.”

Without hesitation you leaned forward and took as much of him as you could into your open mouth. Your hands rested on his thighs, giving you the leverage you needed to pull back and engulf him again.

“That’s it darlin’.”

The deep rumble of his gritted out praises were enough to make you moan softly around him. You were in this now, bobbing gently up and down his manhood, only pulling away to give the head a lick or two before swallowing him whole again. His thighs were tensing under your fingers, a good sign.

The other good sign was the still gloved hand he decided to thread tightly into your hair so he could push himself to the back of your throat. His grip was deathly tight on your locks and the look in his eyes was ravenous.

‘There You Are.’ You thought to yourself as he took the initiative to start thrusting himself into your mouth.

The curly brown hair at the base of his cock tickled your nose as he pulled your head damn near flush with his hips with every thrust. Drool pooled in the corners of your mouth and dribbled down your chin and your eyes were welling up with tears, a sight you knew he loved. He loved using you like this, and you loved being used.

“Bein’ good for me now ain’t gonna save ya’ beautiful.” He said softly as he used his other hand to wipe away the glob of drool that was threatening to fall from your chin. “Shoulda thought about that before you started gettin’ all friendly.”

Your eyes were all teared up, but you still looked up at him as he continued to use your mouth. One of his hands still held your head while the other was busy gathering your spit on its leather clad thumb and smearing it on your chin and around your lips. He was clearly highly aroused by the scene, his cock hard and heavy in your mouth as he looked down into your eyes.

“My God, you are filthy.”

He removed both of his hands from their positions so he could grip both sides of your head. By now you were beyond aroused as you watched him take his pleasure. His teeth were bared and he was breathing through his nose, his head hung back on his shoulders. You were certain he was going to cum, but instead he decided to pull out of your mouth completely, much to your dismay.

The air began to cool the drool, tears, and sweat that matted your hair to your face. You looked up at him in your disheveled state and the hunger in his eyes only grew as he reached for you.

Your legs wobbled like a new fawn when he stood you up to turn you away from him. His eyes scanned over your backside, one of his hands holding up the back of your skirt from falling so he could get a full view, and you could feel him staring while he stroked himself.

You stood like that for a few minutes, the sound of wet leather sliding over skin being the only sound your mind could focus on. He knew you had a love/hate relationship with this; him looking at you and enjoying the sight of your body free from clothing. It was as embarrassing As it was arousing and the two of those emotions were locked in a constant battle.

All was quiet between you two and it was almost calming; until a hard smack landed on your left ass cheek. The jolt made you take a step forward and a loud yelp, one that certainly echoed through camp, tumbled from your throat. Your cheeks were completely flushed now, you Just knew they were, and the sting on your ass was throbbing lightly.

The plan in your mind was to turn around and scold him, to give him an earful, but before you could even begin to turn he decided to enter you. One swift push and he was bottomed out, his hips flush with your ass and his hands grabbing any inch of flesh he could get to.

Your own hands were fisted in the various pelts and blankets that lined your cot, fingers grasping desperately as he ground against you. The feeling of being so full of him had your breathing running ragged, your pupils dilating, and your teeth grinding as he removed his left hand from your hip and replaced it on your neck, forcing your face down into the blankets.

He was using all of his willpower to not cum on the spot and you decided, against your better judgment, to try and make that feat even more impossible. With one leg planted on the ground and the other bent on the cot, you pushed back against him with what little leeway you had.

A big mistake on your part.

“Shit!”

He pressed down on your neck a bit harder and leaned forward so he could see the sideways glance you were giving him through your half lidded eyes.

“Thought that was real funny, did ya?”

Why you opened your mouth to answer him you couldn’t figure out, but you did. The corners of your mouth turned up slightly and your eyes were glossed over with mischief; not a good combination for him to see while he was supposed to be punishing you.

“Thought It was god damn hilarious.” You bit back. Mistake.

“That So?”

You didn’t get the chance to answer him. You opened your mouth, but before the words could get out they were shoved back by two leathery fingers. The action caught you off guard, so by pure reflex you bit down with just enough pressure for Arthur to notice. An unintentional mistake.

“You tryna bite me now woman?”

You shook your head but he wasn’t trying to hear it. He let the leather of the gloves slide over your tongue and across the fleshy insides of your cheeks and you would be lying through your teeth if you were to say you weren’t beyond turned on. Especially since he chose that moment to start rutting into you at a merciless pace.

The fingers in your mouth continued to dance with your tongue while his other hand had a vice like grip on your hip, pulling you back into his hips to meet him thrust for thrust. It was almost animalistic the way he was taking you. Hard, sharp snaps of his hips combined with the hand toying with your mouth had you seeing triple.

His breathing was uneven and ragged over you, drowning out any ambient noise. No more camp chatter, no more cicadas singing to the heavens, just the soft whimpers from your lips that were being muffled by his fingers and his own heavy breaths that sent warm puffs of air down your back.

He was relentless in chasing his release. You could see it in his eyes as you looked at him from your peripheral as best as you could. His focus was on the joining of your hips, the blue-green of his eyes nearly blacked out by his pupils as he watched his length slip in and out of your body.

You loved seeing him this way. Seeing him allow himself to feel more than anger, pain, and sadness. It made you clench around him, the arousal from watching him take his pleasure from you making your body light up like the best fireworks money could buy.

You tried to sigh his name, hoping he would be able to make out the word amidst his fingers playing with your mouth still. Trails of drool slid down onto the soft pelts beneath your cheeks and you whined as he slowly pulled them out past your lips only to open his mouth and close his own lips around them, his other hand gripping your hip harder as he did.

“Oh fuck Arthur.”

He pulled his fingers from his mouth and placed his other hand on your hip as well, pulling you back into him even harder. “You enjoyin’ this princess?”

You nodded, feeling unable to speak amidst the moans and sighs he was pulling from you. Normally you would have been keeping as quiet as possible, but with the way Arthur was rutting into you it was never going to work.

He let another smack crack off of your right cheek this time and like the last spank it made you cry out. You couldn’t see it, but you knew he was smiling, smirking cheekily at the very least, because there was nothing more that he loved than letting the camp know he was taking Care of you.

“You like them hearin’ us?”

You didn’t answer. Words weren’t possible to conceive in your mind at the moment, especially when Arthur decided that now was the perfect time to slide his right hand down to your clit. His index and middle finger circled the swollen bud and between the friction of the leather and the slide of his cock between your legs you were done for.

Sweat ran down your forehead and onto the blankets and pelts. Arthur could tell you were almost finished, his eyes now locked with yours as he continued the full on pleasurable assault on your body. The movement of his hips were quick and uneasy, and the grip he had on you had only tightened as he groaned deep in his chest.

“I want em’ to hear you come undone darlin’.” He barked enthusiastically. “Bet they’ll all think twice about lookin’ your way.”

You averted your stare from his but he was having none of it. He stilled his hips just long enough for him to place your other knee on the cot and pull you upright, his left hand now encircled around the front of your throat. His movement resumed again immediately and within seconds you could feel that fire igniting in your body.

You were beyond caring who heard the two of you at this point; the near screams you were emitting floating off into the night. He had you right where he wanted you and he damn well knew it. You turned your head so you could look at him and when his eyes looked down at you you lost it.

“Arthur…Arthur I.…I’m…”

“Yeah? You gonna make a mess for me sweetheart?”

Slack jawed and wide eyed, you nodded your head at him. Your body was wound like a coil and ready to spring at any moment, as was Arthur’s. He was looking at you like you hung the moon and the stars just for him, and in that moment you found that your tongue had acquired a mind of it’s own.

“Oh Arthur, I…I love you….i love you.”

His eyelids shut tight and he cursed harshly under his breath before pulling out of you mid stroke, his right hand shooting down quickly to grab his length as he spilled onto the elk pelt on the ground. Your own release was taking you as well, your body shaking as Arthur at least had the decency to replace his cock with the fingers of his other hand, pumping them furiously in time with the hand on his cock until you were both spent.

Heavy breathing was all you could hear as you fixed yourself to lay on the cot properly after Arthur had finally relented and pulled his fingers out of you.

“Ain’t nobody in camp gonna wanna even spit in my direction after that.” You half muttered half whispered, sleep threatening to take you soon.

"Good.” Arthur said through a deep chuckle as he laid himself next to you. “Ain’t no reason anybody other than me should be spittin’ at you anyways.”

"Stop that. You know half the people in this camp could outdrink a fish. Javier was just drunk and bein’ friendly.”

"Yeah, I know. You’re just so Damn beautiful, can’t imagine a woman like you stickin’ round me when there’s much better people you could have.”

You sat up and flicked his forehead as hard as you could. The way he talked about himself always upset you, but the fact that he thought you would mess around with anyone else infuriated you.

“You shut your mouth with that kinda talk Arthur Morgan. There ain’t A man alive who could hold a candle to you.”

“I don’t know about that but mmmmfff“

You covered his mouth with your hand until he stopped trying to talk and shook your head.

“But nothing. I ain’t goin nowhere, so shut up with that talk before I kick you out on your ass to go sleep alone.”

“Yes ma’am.”

"As I thought.” You said As you put the lamp out and settled down next to him, your head on his chest. “Now Shut up so I can sleep. I’m gonna need all the rest I can get if I have any hopes of walking properly in the morning.”

“If you’re walking properly in the morning that means I get to have another go, on account of me not doin’ my job right.”

"Jesus Christ, good night Arthur.”

He laughed softly and closed his eyes.

"Night princess.”

Johnnnnn

I’m……

this man ? is so beautiful. someone tell him

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