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lailasagna · 3 months ago

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Unexpected Discoveries

Atv x reader - smut and fluff

A/N: icl idk where this idea came from but i just KNOW arthur would get so flustered over hidden peircings 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️😻 LAWD THIS IS SO HOTTT

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C/W: nipple peircings and lots of making out 😭

The room is dimly lit, the soft glow from Arthur’s bedside lamp casting long shadows against the walls. You’re tangled in each other’s arms on his bed, lips moving in sync, heat coiling low in your stomach. His kisses start slow, teasing—like he’s savoring every second—but they grow more urgent, more desperate, as his hands begin to explore your body.

Arthur pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, his breath warm against your lips. A lazy grin tugs at the corners of his mouth.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

Your heart flutters at his words, at the way his deep eyes darken with something deeper, something raw. He shifts, leaning over you, his hands slipping beneath your shirt. His fingertips skim up your stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, and then—

He freezes.

His entire body goes rigid, hands hovering just below your chest like he’s touched an electric fence. You open your eyes, confused, only to see the most hilariously stunned expression on his face. His mouth opens, closes—like a fish, completely at a loss for words.

“Oh my God,” he breathes, blinking rapidly. “You—wait—do you have—?!”

You can’t help but smirk, watching the realization fully settle in.

“Yes, Arthur,” you say, amused. “I have nipple piercings.”

He lets out a choked noise—somewhere between a gasp and a laugh—before flopping dramatically onto his back, hands covering his face.

“I’m folding,” he mumbles. “I can’t—I wasn’t prepared for this.”

You burst into laughter, rolling onto your side to look at him. His cheeks are a deep shade of pink, his ears practically on fire. Arthur, the man who effortlessly roasts reality TV contestants for a living, is now completely undone by you.

“You good there?” you tease, nudging his side.

“No.” He groans, peeking at you between his fingers. “I was trying to be smooth. I had a plan. And now my brain is just—” He makes a wild hand gesture before sighing deeply. “God-.”

You lean over him, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. “I think it’s cute that you’re flustered.”

Arthur groans again, dramatically draping an arm over his eyes. “I can never look at you the same way again.”

You grin, shifting on top of him, straddling his waist. “That’s a shame,” you whisper, your fingers trailing along his collarbone, “because I was just getting started.”

Arthur’s hands fly to your hips, his breath hitching. His resolve is crumbling fast, pupils blown wide as he stares up at you.

“…Okay,” he finally says, voice breathless. “I might recover from this.”

You laugh, leaning down to kiss him again, and just like that, he’s pulling you closer, his initial shock melting away as he completely surrenders to you.

His hands slide up again, more confident now, his thumbs brushing just beneath your breasts. He hesitates for half a second—then, with a shaky breath, his fingers ghost over the piercings that had shattered his composure earlier.

He tenses beneath you.

“Arthur,” you warn, breaking the kiss.

He lets out a breathy laugh, his forehead dropping against yours. “I- give me a second, okay?” His voice is strained, his cheeks still warm. “I swear I’m fine, but also—oh my God, I feel like I need to clock out for a moment.”

You laugh, pulling back to look at him. His eyes flicker over your face before trailing down again, still wrapping his head around it. He bites his lip.

“I think I just leveled up as a person,” he says seriously.

You snort. “Oh yeah?”

Arthur nods solemnly. “Yeah. This is character development.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the grin that tugs at your lips as you press another kiss to his. And this time, when his hands wander again, he doesn’t hesitate.

His breath is uneven as he looks up at you, fingers still ghosting over your skin. He’s still processing—not because he doesn’t want this, but because he’s absorbing every little detail. You can almost hear the thoughts racing in his head, so instead of teasing him again, you decide to guide him.

You take his hand, pressing it firmly against your chest, letting him feel you. “Arthur,” you whisper, voice coaxing, “stop thinking.”

Something shifts in him then. His eyes darken, his grip tightening as he exhales sharply. “Okay,” he murmurs. And suddenly, he’s sitting up, lips crashing into yours with more urgency than before.

Your hands tangle in his curls as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours - slow, teasing. His fingers trace over your piercings again, this time with more confidence, a low hum vibrating in his throat as he explores the sensation.

You shiver, arching into him. That reaction seems to ignite something in him.

“God,” he groans against your lips. “You’re—” He doesn’t even finish the sentence. He just acts.

He moves, flipping you onto your back, his body pressing flush against yours. His mouth trails down your jaw, your neck, pausing to suck gently at the sensitive skin just below your ear. The warmth of his breath sends a delicious shiver down your spine.

His hands are everywhere, tracing, gripping, learning your body like he wants to memorize it.

“Is this okay?” he murmurs against your skin, voice breathless but still laced with that familiar softness.

“Yes,” you whisper, threading your fingers through his hair, guiding him lower.

Arthur doesn’t hesitate this time. His mouth moves down, exploring, his lips and tongue working in tandem as he draws soft, gasping sounds from you. The way he reacts to every noise you make, the way his fingers tighten against your waist, it’s overwhelming in the best way. He’s completely lost in you.

You arch against him, fingers digging into his shoulders as he continues his slow, torturous pace. The warmth pooling in your stomach grows unbearable, and when he finally lifts his head—lips kiss-swollen, pupils blown wide—you can see that he’s just as affected as you.

Arthur’s breath is warm against your skin as he hovers over you, his hands settled firmly on your chest now, no longer hesitant, but curious. His thumbs brush experimentally over the cool metal of your piercings.

His reaction is instant. A sharp inhale, a low groan that rumbles deep in his throat. His fingers trace the jewelry with reverence, as if he’s still processing the fact that they’re really there.

“Jesus Christ,” he murmurs, voice low and wrecked. His eyes flick up to yours, filled with something darker. Something hungry. “How did you not warn me about these?”

You smirk, watching as he slowly circles the piercings again, almost like he’s teasing himself more than he’s teasing you. “Would it have made a difference?”

Arthur huffs out a breathless laugh. “No. But at least I wouldn’t have folded so hard.” His fingers squeeze lightly, testing your reaction. When you let out a shaky exhale, his pupils dilate even more.

“You like that?” he asks, his tone shifting, no longer just flustered, but intrigued.

You nod, biting your lip, and that’s all the encouragement he needs.

He leans down, his breath fanning over your chest, lips ghosting over your sensitive skin before he finally tastes you. The first flick of his tongue is tentative, testing, but when your back arches beneath him, he groans in satisfaction, wrapping his lips around one of the piercings, sucking gently.

Your fingers fly to his hair, gripping tight. “Arthur-”

“Mmm.” The sound vibrates against you, sending a bolt of pleasure straight through your core. Arthur chuckles, strained, like he’s just as affected by this as you are.

“These are,” he murmurs between kisses, “the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

You laugh breathlessly, tugging him back up for a kiss. “I take it you’re a fan now?”

Arthur smirks against your lips. “Oh, you have no idea.”

Arthur's lips linger against your skin, his breath warm as he pulls back just enough to look at you—really look at you. His fingers continue tracing over your piercings, a mix of fascination and pure reverence in his eyes.

"You're unreal," he murmurs, shaking his head slightly, as if still trying to process what’s in front of him.

You smile, running your fingers through his hair. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

Arthur lets out a breathless chuckle, his hands sliding slowly down your sides, his touch featherlight, worshipful. "No, it’s just… I knew you were stunning, but this?" He dips his head, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss between your breasts before looking up at you again, eyes dark and burning. "This is something else."

Your skin prickles with heat at the way he’s drinking you in, his hands exploring every curve, every inch of you like he's memorizing it. There’s something so deliberate about his touch, no rush, no hesitation. Just pure, focused appreciation.

His mouth follows the path of his hands, pressing soft, lingering kisses down your stomach, his nose brushing against your skin as he breathes you in. When he reaches your hips, his fingers tighten ever so slightly, holding you in place as he kisses his way back up, this time slower, more teasing, his tongue tracing lazy patterns that make you shiver beneath him.

"You're so soft," he breathes against your skin, his lips brushing just above your piercings again. His voice is thick with something deeper, something raw. "So perfect."

You exhale shakily, arching slightly beneath his touch. “Arthur…”

He groans at the way his name falls from your lips, like it physically affects him. His hands slide up your sides again, his thumbs grazing the sensitive skin just below your ribs as he presses another lingering kiss between your breasts.

"Tell me what you like," he whispers, his lips brushing against your skin. "Show me."

There’s something in his voice, something needy, like he wants to worship you the way you deserve. Like he wants to learn every little thing that makes you shiver, makes you sigh, makes you melt beneath him.

And from the way his hands and lips never stop exploring, you know he’s planning to take his time exactly that.

A/N: UGHH I NEED THIS

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lailasagna · 3 months ago

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hey, sexy voice / george clarke

inspired by george's adventures on inside s2. apparently he kept calling the disembodied voice in room 19 "sexy voice" during production which they had cut from the show lol but thank you to the lovely anon for the fun idea :)

short n sweet flirty fluffy cuteness

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your pov, day one

your stomach was in knots. you and the sidemen production team had managed to keep this massive secret from george for ages, much like he'd managed to keep his massive secret from the rest of the world. no one knew that he was going to be on season two of inside... but he didn't know that you would too. you would be the disembodied voice of room 19: the diary room.

it was day one, and george was about to come in for the first time. you bounced on your feet at your microphone, anxiously waiting to see your boyfriend appear on the live feed you were watching. suddenly, the door slides open, and he strides in, rocking a fresh navy sdmn tracksuit and blindingly white trainers. you take a deep breath as he plops down in the giant fluffy seat in front of the camera and locks in — a classic, gorgeous, toothy, georgie smile painted across his face.

"hi. uh, I'm george. I'm 24, and I make youtube and tiktok videos." you stay glued to the screen as he rattles off his introduction, not noticing tobi and simon fully laughing at you in the corner as you lovingly watch your boyfriend, chewing on your lip.

you clear your throat as he finishes his spiel, leaning towards your mic and flipping the switch. "welcome to inside, george."

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george's pov, day one

your eyes widen instantly, and you feel your heart squeeze as her voice wafts into your ears. you know your girl anywhere. you lean forward on your knees and look down as you struggle to bite back the grin fighting to consume your features for a moment. "oh, hello."

"hope you're ready for a week of doing ridiculous challenges, trying to justify £500 coffees, and fighting to resist temptation."

you chuckle in response. "oh I'm ready. but I can't lie, that last part might be harder than I expected."

"why's that?"

"don't know... suppose I didn't expect room 19 to have such a sexy voice." you wink straight down the lens with a smug look on your face, knowing your girlfriend is watching on the other end with a perfect dusting of pink blush coating her cheeks.

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your pov, day six

george has been doing exceptionally well, spending less money than almost anyone in the house and establishing himself as a trustworthy, honest player. he was a shoe-in to make it to the final.

his success made it all the more difficult for you to agree to the producers' suggestion, to have george meet you in the temptation room. they said he'd lose £50K if he chose to spend a few hours with you... and they'd even turn the cameras off for some of it. it sounded insane, but if you wanted to get technical (and maybe a bit petty), a lot of people in the house had spent way more with their frivolous purchases, and george had barely used up a fraction of that, and fuck you missed him, so you'd hoped that maybe he would be selfish that night... and you agreed.

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george's pov, day six

"george to the temptation room, please," your girlfriend's voice echoed through the complex on your second-to-last night. the room fills with childish "oooh"s at the announcement.

you hadn't been able to hide the fact that your girlfriend was the voice of room 19 past the second day, when you were in there with a few others, and you'd accidentally gotten a bit flirtier with her than you'd meant to.

unfortunately, because the entire universe knew you were historically awful with women, they knew there was no shot you were flirting with an actual stranger this comfortably, and immediately clocked on to it.

the others were cool about it though. going to room 19 had earned the euphemism, "pulling george's missus for a chat," and fortunately, your fellow contestants nor the sidemen used the information against you too much in the challenges.

however, this kind of alert didn't normally come from her, so you were surprised to hear her voice summoning you down the hall that evening. your heart raced at the thought that maybe, just maybe...

before you went, patrice pulled you to the side. "listen, man," he whispered in his thick french accent, a hand on your shoulder. "if zat is your girl in zere, spend ze fuckin money, okay? you've spent less zen even me. do it. you've earned it, yes? if anyone give you shit, I back you up. if her voice match ze rest of her, am very happy for you, brother. get your girl, eh?"

you laugh, wondering how the fuck you've gotten to a point in your life where a premier league football legend was delivering an emotional appeal for you to go bang your girlfriend. "thank you, patrice. I sort of doubt that'll be the case. they're probably just messing with me. but thank you."

he nods, patting you on the back and walking away. you take a deep breath, stopping in front of the mirror to check your hair, just in case you are about to see your girlfriend for the first time in a week, and descend the hall towards the temptation room.

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your pov, day six (still)

you shake with anticipation as the doorknob slowly turns. george walks in, and you beam at each other excitedly right away.

"oh my god, it actually is you," he exhales, running over to sweep you up into a tight hug. you hum happily into his neck as you squeeze each other, soaking up his warmth and his smell that you'd missed more than you realized.

"hi baby," you mumble against his skin.

"hey, sexy voice," he responds in a low, flirty tone. you roll your eyes, but giggle at the nickname you'd earned from the whole cast and crew since he said it on day one.

"you've done so well, georgie. I'm so proud of you."

you feel him smile against your hair, placing a light kiss against your temple. "ugh, I wish the cameras were off," he whispers. "wanna kiss you properly."

"funny you say that," you respond, pulling away. he raises an eyebrow, encouraging you to elaborate.

"george clarke, your temptation, should you choose to accept it, is three hours of alone time with your girlfriend," you circle him dramatically as you deliver the news. "two of those hours would be free of all cameras, microphones, and production," you add, before stopping directly in front of him with a mischevious smirk. "just us."

he starts nodding eagerly before you even tell him how much it'll cost him, making you go slightly pink. "it's probably worth noting... this will cost you £50,000."

george gasps softly, taking about half a second to consider maybe not doing it, before he appears to immediately reconcile with the cost and any semblance of concern washes away. "don't care. I'd like to confirm a date with my girlfriend please."

his hand swiftly moves to cover the lens of the camera closest to you as he pulls you in by your waist, his sweet lips interlocking with yours as you melt into him, your arms floating up around his neck as the crew quietly slips out of the room, leaving you to it.

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