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misspearly1 · 1 year

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The One and Only Gal

Part One of this story is from my kinktober (day two: thigh riding)

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x You (F!Reader)

WC: 5.3k

Summary: After a passionate moment shared between you and Arthur in the woods, you head back to camp together and the painful situation with Jenny still remains. She stole the job you put together and claimed it as her own. What else will she try to steal from you?

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI Please! Jealousy & Drama from Jenny. Frustration & Anger from Reader and Arthur. Angst - with happy ending ofc. Smut. Mentions of Thigh Riding and Male Masturbation (from the 1st chapter). Fingering. Thigh Job (non penetrative sex). Oral (F receiving). Overstimulation. Praise Kink. Use of 'Good Girl'. Lots of fluff. If I have missed anything in the warnings, please let me know and I will add it in.

AN: Oh, I've been needing to visit my kinktober and write a whole lot of part 2's for some of the stories I wrote. Since I have a oneshot for Arthur in the works right now, I took a break from that story and started writing this one. I hope you enjoy, my loves!

Deep panting breaths could be heard echoing throughout the woods from you and Arthur, the sound of you both so exhausted and completely spent after multiple rounds of self-pleasure. He still had his hand wrapped around his length as your grinding movements over his thigh gradually came to a stop. The mess you left between your legs and the mess he had made all over his stomach and the inside fabric of his jeans was a testament to your mutual sense of satisfaction.

You’re tired – both of you are, and pleasure still courses through your burning sex with overstimulation despite not even feeling the man inside of you yet. That’s a whole different form of pleasure to feel some other day, but right now, you need rest and so does he. You’ve been out here for a while now and it’s only a matter of time before someone comes looking for you both, the sight of you sitting on Arthur’s lap with a blissed out expression not something you want people to see. It’s a private moment only for you and him to share.

The idea of riding his thigh never occurred to you before. You’ve only ever dreamed of him taking care of you in other ways; such as using his fingers, mouth or cock. Would you do it again though? Yes. Yes you would. It's an intimate experience you’d love to try out again in the future with Arthur, but this is the first time you’ve ever been intimate with him. You don’t know what this means or how it changes things between you and the man, and before you go any further with him, you want to know where he stands.

“Arthur,” you call his name in a whisper, your voice sounding small and timid with a fear of rejection. “I really liked what we’ve just done together, but is that all it will be between us?” You ask, noticing the slight disappointment in his eyes as he furrows his brows, indicating that he’s not understood your question quite as you intended. You reiterate: “I want this to be more. I really like you and I don’t want this to be a one time thing.”

Instantly, his shoulders relax with a sigh of relief slipping past his lips, “Me too,” he breathes, “I want more more too, sweetheart. I’ve liked you for a long time now,” he smiles deeply, the crows feet around his beautiful eyes displaying the joy he felt when hearing you say those words.

Both of you felt that weight disappear from your shoulders. There was no more uncertainty. You had a strong feeling that he was attracted to you, but you never could be too sure and didn’t want to wrongfully assume. But now that you know for certain, you lean in the plant a kiss on the man's lips — the first kiss.

Moaning together as one, you feel his tongue slide along your bottom lip requesting entry and respond by deepening the kiss. You tilt your head to the side, your fingers slipping through his slightly dishevelled hair and feel that his skin hot to the touch. The man holds you tightly, his hands finding purchase on the globes of your ass with a groping squeeze that just draws out the most prettiest sounds you could make. It was music to Arthur’s ears. You’ve whined and whimpered for him plenty in the last thirty minutes, yet he’s feeling eager to hear more; to hear just how loud you can moan his name.

Suddenly pulling away at the sound of a branch snapping, you turn your head toward the treeline and immediately relax when seeing it was just a fox. You shake your head at yourself, giggling as you turn back to face Arthur. “Sorry. I don’t want anyone from camp seeing me like this, or… you know,” you look down to his crotch, emphasizing that he’s still very much exposed and covered in creamy white ropes of his spend. “We should clean up and head back before they send someone out looking for us.” You suggest, to which he agrees, but gently holds the back of your head to lean in and plant a chaste kiss on the corner of your lips.

When he pulled back, he looked at you with so much affection in his eyes that he almost looked drunk. It’s as if you were intoxicating, and the fact you made the man feel so satisfied without even touching him brought you great pride. He reached into his satchel and retrieved a couple rags, using the items to clean himself off as much as he could, although it couldn’t quite get rid of the wet patch you left on his thigh, or the damp spot he left inside of his jeans either.

You rolled your lips together to hide the amusement on your face. It’s funny watching Arthur try to clean himself of the mess he made and it wasn’t doing a damn bit of good. “You really need a change of clothes,” you let out a giggle, and the man agrees as he laughs with you. “I know. This isn’t working as well as I hoped,” he says, then turns his head away to save your ears the discomfort as he whistles for his horse before turning back to face you again. “I keep a couple spare sets of clothes on Bo. I’ll get changed then we’ll head back.”

“O-Ok,” you stutter hesitantly, not particularly loving the idea of heading back to camp so soon. Your night had begun with betrayal because of Jenny and what she did, and even though you feel much better than what you did earlier, it still doesn’t change the fact that she stole the job you put together. It still hurts that she did this to you.

Arthur noticed the slight change in your demeanour, but didn’t have the chance to question it as Boadicea came galloping out the treeline, tearing his attention away momentarily. You rise to your feet and move toward her, stroking her mane as he rose to his feet too and moved toward his saddle bags. After taking out a fresh set of clothes, he starts undressing, and you look him up and down with praise in your eyes.

You adore the way Arthur looks, fully clothed or completely in the nude, but this is the first time that you’ve seen him fully nude and his body is most tempting to gaze upon. He watches you watching him, a bashful smile on his lips as his cheeks begin to burn with flattery. Putting his jeans on first and concealing his most private area, you jokingly pout from the loss, already missing the sight of his dick laying heavy and semi-hard against his thigh. He laughs at you, his voice deepened with affection.

Putting his arms through the holes of his shirt however, you shook your head and reached your hand out to stop him. “No – wait. May I?” You ask, offering your assistance with the buttons. He doesn’t deny your request and takes your hand to swiftly pull you into his embrace. “Sure, darlin’,” he replies with a thick drawl, “Go ahead.”

Your body pressed against his bare chest was stirring something fierce in your nether regions. He’s a big guy, muscular and cushiony, thus making you feel intimidatingly small. You grin under his wanton gaze, then begin buttoning his shirt from the bottom upwards, your knuckles grazing against his skin with a featherlight touch. It made him shudder and close his eyes, a heavy exhale escaping his lips as he fully relaxed his shoulders.

You’ve reduced the man to something pliable like soft putty in your hands, the expression on his face speaking of nothing but satisfaction and contentment. Once you had finished buttoning his shirt, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at you again, his hand sliding up your spine to hold the back of your neck. He held you in place as he leaned in to kiss you, slowly this time, his lips moving in tandem with yours passionately.

It took a while for you and Arthur to finally make your way back to camp. He couldn’t keep his hands off you, nor could you keep your hands off him, but once you emerged from the treeline and approached the gang huddling around something, reality quickly settled in and all of those bothersome emotions came racing back. Jenny was still receiving praise for the job she stole from you. Everyone was talking to her about it. You could even hear the girls complimenting her now, and the sound of Karen applauding her efforts made your blood boil.

Arthur noticed for a second time that something changed in your demeanour, and now that he didn’t have any distractions this time, he pulled you close and asked point blank: “What’s wrong, sweetheart? You’re squeezing my hand.”

“I am?” You turn to face him, then let go of his hand and quietly apologize for squeezing him. You didn’t even realize that you were, but you tried to hide the furious look in your eyes. You’re not really a hot-headed person. Whenever you get so angry like this, you put distance between you and the issue before returning with a calm mind, but nothing about Jenny and the gang commending her was making you feel better. “I um. I don’t really want to get into it, Arthur. It’s stupid and not worth the hassle anyways,” you reply, your eyes downcast.

“Hey,” he whispers, placing his finger under your chin to lift your head and look at him, “It is worth the hassle and it’s not stupid, sweetheart. I won’t push, but you know you can talk to me, right?” You hold his line of sight, your eyes darting between his with the temptation to tell him everything about Jenny. What could he do about it anyway? Would anyone believe you? And what if it just creates a bigger problem? You don’t want to be the cause for creating problems. You’d much prefer to just let it go, even though you’ve done nothing wrong.

“I know,” you nod to the man, choosing to not say anything about it instead. “Thank you, Arthur. I promise to not let it bother me too mu-” you’re cut off with impeccable timing as the sound of Jenny’s voice shrieks behind you. “Oh, Arthur! There you are!” She says, and you move to stand at his side as she approaches you both with speed. “I was wondering where you went. Come on, we have lots to discuss about robbing the saloon tomorrow,” she glances at you briefly before her eyes focused on the proximity between you and Arthur, “Y/N, you don't mind, right? We need to go over the details. Hosea, Arthur and me. Just the three of us,” she grins, and it pisses you off, but you bite your tongue and agree wordlessly with a nod.

Arthur turns to you now, smiling obliviously, “I shouldn’t be too long. Wait for me in my tent, sweetheart. I ain't finished with ya yet," he winks.

“Okay. I’ll see you soon,” you force a smile before turning away and walking briskly across camp. He was completely unaware of Jenny’s actions just now. That shit eating grin on her face is what annoys you so much. You didn’t think there was any spite behind her reasons to steal your job. You don’t even know for sure why she stole it, but you thought there had to be a good reason at least, and now you think she’s just doing it to be malicious and nasty.

Or perhaps it’s because she wants Arthur. You saw the way she looked at how close you stood next to him. You noticed the way it depleted her smile for a moment, and just out of curiosity, you looked over your shoulder to find the woman doing the exact same thing. She walked alongside the man, her lip curled with disdain as she looked at you with loathing eyes. You held her eye contact and didn’t back down, not until she broke first. It was a small victory, but you didn’t feel any better about this whole situation and the way she switched up her persona with a beaming smile as she spoke to Arthur and Hosea only confirmed your suspicions. She wants the man you wanted — the man you now have.

You made it to Arthur’s tent and sat on the edge of his bed, waiting for him. He didn’t take long. No less than ten minutes later, he returned to you, but he came back with a mean look on his face. You couldn’t describe it exactly, but he looked as if he’d just been told something quite upsetting. You immediately rose to your feet and tried to calm him down, but he held his hand out to stop you. “This job with the saloon tomorrow. Was this your idea or Jenny’s? Don’t lie to me,” he said with vexation in his tone.

You immediately became silent, a gloomy look washing over your face that ultimately answered the man's question. He turned away from you, palming the scruff of his neck as he tried to calm himself down before turning back to you again. “Is this what’s been botherin’ ya? Did she steal that idea from you, or did you give her this job?” He asks, and you shake your head, your brows knitting together tightly with confusion as to what’s got him so worked up in the space of ten minutes.

“No. She stole it from me. I told her about it in confidence,” your lip trembles as you hold back the urge to cry. You’ve never seen Arthur so angry like this before – well, not in your presence at least. It was alarming and scary. You’re not scared of him, or worried for your safety. You’re worried for whoever he is angry with.

“God. I am so sorry, girl,” he apologizes, even though he didn’t need to. He had nothing to be sorry for as he’s done nothing wrong to you, but the man simply couldn’t stand the look on your face and felt the need to apologize regardless. You tried to fight the tears welling up in the corner of your eyes, too many emotions all at once proving to be too much for you to handle. He strode towards you, taking you in a warm hug and wrapped his arms around your back tightly. “I’m really sorry for raising my voice like that. I wasn’t mad with you, I promise,” he swears, rubbing his hands up and down your back reassuringly. “I'm mad at Jenny. She just tried to kiss me.”

“Oh my God - Really?” You pull your head back to look into his eyes, your brows still furrowed together with confusion as to what the hell happened since he left you earlier. “What happened?” You ask, and he pinches the bridge of his nose, laughing humorlessly. “You weren’t there. That’s what happened,” he shakes his head, “I know she wouldn’t have tried that shit if you were there, but I should’a seen this coming… Fuck. I’m really sorry, sweetheart.”

“It’s not your fault, Arthur,” you reply in a reassuring tone. He moves towards the opening of his tent and closes it, sealing you both with some much needed privacy before moving toward the bed with you to sit down. He held your hands and you could sense his worry in the way he was holding onto you.

“Jenny mentioned something about my journal, something I’ve only ever told you before,” you gasp with that, knowing exactly what he’s referring to as you shared a piece of information with her. It’s not some big secret. It’s just a job that he and Hosea did a while back. He continues to explain. “I knew something wasn’t right the moment she started talking about that job. She noticed that I was onto her, and when I began questioning how she found this saloon job for tomorrow, she tried to kiss me.”

“That doesn’t really surprise me. I had a feeling she wanted you,” you admit, to which he responds with certainty in his tone, “Yeah well, she can’t have me. I’m already spoken for,” he looks directly into your eyes with that statement, smiling, “Will you stay the night with me, sweetheart? I really don’t want ya going out there to face whatever she has to say about me rejecting her. We can deal with it tomorrow if ya want.”

“Honestly, I really like the sound of that,” you nod to the man, then lean into his side and rest your head against his shoulder. “I’ll stay with you, Arthur. I’d prefer that anyway. It’s too cold in my tent some nights.”

“It’s ‘cause you don’t have me there to keep ya warm, girl,” he chuckles, and you agree with him silently. You wouldn’t be so cold during the night sometimes if you had him laying with you. Even now as you lean into his side, you can feel the heat emanating from him and it makes you feel so cozy that you could fall asleep right here, right now.

When you begin to yawn though, and cause him to yawn too, he leans down to remove his shoes, and afterwards, he moves on to removing your shoes too, the gentle touch of his hands causing your skin to pimple with goosebumps. Once your shoes were off, he began dragging the pad of his fingers across your ankle, smiling mischievously.

“S-Stop,” you stutter between laughter, “I’m t-ticklish there. Arthur, stop… It tickles,” you giggle uncontrollably, the sound so sweet and euphonious to his ears that he didn’t want to stop just so he could keep hearing you laugh like this. It warmed his hear to hear you happy again.

Showing you some mercy and easing up on the tickling, he stood to his feet and began taking off his clothes, getting himself ready for bed. “I hope you don’t mind, but I like to cuddle,” he says.

“Not at all. I like to cuddle too,” you begin removing your clothes as well, but remember that your undergarments are still damp from what you and Arthur did earlier. “Um, Arthur?” You look at him with a bashful expression, feeling nervous all of a sudden. “I can’t wear this for bed. They’re uh… They’re still wet. Do you want me to go get another pair of bed clothes?”

“Nah, darlin’,” he shook his head softly, his eyes glossed over with desire, “I can give you one of my shirt’s if ya want? Or you can sleep without any clothes. Whatever you're most comfortable with, I don’t mind either way.”

Instead of answering him with words, you started pulling down the straps on your shoulders and let your undergarment fall to the floor, completely exposing yourself for the man's eyes to admire. He gulped audibly when dropping his gaze to your chest. You watched him bring his hand around to palm his crotch, no doubt feeling the blood rushing to his member.

“Would yer mind if I remove my clothes too?” He asks sweetly, standing with nothing but his leotard on. You shake your head and let him know that you’d actually prefer him to remove his clothes, opting to sleep together nude instead.

Once he had fully undressed, he pulled the covers back on his bed and climbed in first, making sure there was ample room for you to lay down and get comfy. The moment you felt the warmth of his chest pressed against your back however, you let out a deep hum of satisfaction and scooted back to be even closer to him.

“Is this ok?” He asks another question before going any further, his hand resting on your hip with the desire to wrap around your front. You don’t even answer the man. You just grab his hand and pull it around your stomach, a smile splayed across your face.

Arthur carefully leans over you and blows out the candle beside his bed, casting his entire tent in complete darkness before settling back into his position. Only this time, he nestled his chin into your neck and pulled the blankets up to keep you both wrapped up securely. The heat was already working its magic with helping you unwind and become sleepy. You held his hand and rubbed his knuckles with your thumb until you eventually slipped into a comfortable deep state of slumber.

Sometime later, you awoke first at the sound of Arthur snoring softly in your ear, the sound was hushed and calm, as if he were trying to be quiet even in his sleep. You could feel your body sticking to his because of how hot it was under the blankets. And, your forehead was damp with sweat and so was his hand over your stomach.

“Arthur,” you call his name, your voice barely above a whisper as it was still dark outside. He stopped snoring and hummed reply, not fully awake but conscious. “I’m too hot,” you say whilst pulling the blankets down a little to feel the cool night-time breeze on your skin. It was an instant relief and you closed your eyes again, falling asleep within seconds.

In the morning when you awoke again, the blankets were placed back over you and Arthur still had his chest pressed to your back. He wasn’t snoring anymore though, and you could feel his fingers rubbing your knuckles now. He’s awake, but rather than letting him know that you’re awake too, you subtly pushed your ass into him, enjoying the little grunt slipping past his lips.

He smiled against your neck, responding to your actions just now by rolling his hips forward. You could feel his cock pressing into your lower back. It was painfully hard, making your legs squeeze together with a palpable pulse in your nether regions.

“Are you awake, sweetheart?” He mumbles, and you reply with a barely noticeable nod, your lips slowly turning upwards as he lowers his hand to your sex. Your mouth falls open with a soft gasp when the pad of his finger finds your clit and begins rubbing it in a circular motion.

You drop your hand to hold his, urging him without a need for words that you want more, and he grants you wish eagerly. Now, he uses two fingers to slide through your folds, using your slick as a natural lube to breach your entrance. “Ohh,” you moan into the pillow, the cushion doing very little to keep you quiet.

“There you go. Let it all out, darlin’,” he praises you, growling into your ear, “Atta girl-” you rut back and forth, fucking his hand, “-Keeping going, just like that.” Your breathing begins to pant as he penetrates his fingers deeper, curling them into a come hither motion to caress that sweet spot inside.

You whine for him, the sound like a reward as he starts groaning in your ear, his cock rubbing against your back to get himself off. “Arthur wait-” you squeeze his hand, shaking your head, “-Use your cock instead. I want to feel you rub yourself between my legs like that.”

Carefully, he removes his fingers from your cunt and you moan from the loss. He slips his hand between your bodies and lifts your thigh to notch the head of his between your folds. “Like this?” He asks while rolling his hips forward then backward, the tip of him stimulating your clit blissfully.

“Yes – yes,” you breath heavily, your skin burning with lust, “God yes… keep doing that,” you beg and he lowers your thigh to hold onto your hip for leverage. You arch your back, the angle giving him plenty of room to glide through your folds as your desire soaked his cock and your thighs. He buries his face into your neck and groans deeply, his voice shrouded in pleasure.

Keeping his thrusts gentle but quick, you feel your orgasm approaching and warn him. “I’m gonna cum,” you say, and he wraps his arm around your stomach, pinning your body to his as he grunts. “Me too, sweetheart.”

Kissing your neck as he breathing begins to stutter and choke, you listen to all those sexy noises he made and slipped over the edge together, reveling in the plentiful creamy warm ropes of his spend coating your pussy. You feel his cock twitching as he thrusts a couple more times, as if releasing every drop he could possibly give before finally relaxing behind you, though his breathing was still heavy as he gradually came down from his high. “Fuck. I’ve never done that before,” he murmurs, his voice laden with exhaustion.

“Me neither,” you laugh, “I just thought it would feel better for you than rubbing yourself against my back.”

“Oh, it did feel better,” he chuckles breathily. You lay together in silence for a few minutes, relishing in the post-coital bliss of your love making. It’s yet another act of pleasure you’ve both enjoyed without penetrative sex. You know when the time comes to feel him inside of you it’s going to be out of this world, but up until yesterday, you’ve never been intimate with Arthur. Suppose you’re just easing yourselves into the pleasure, not jumping right into it with sex first. You like this approach. It helps getting to know his body and what he likes.

Leaning over your body carefully and retrieving yet another rag from his satchel, he wets the fabric with some water from his canteen and cleans off the mess between your legs, the action making you whimper when he touches your sensitive area.

“Lay on your back for me, kitten,” he requests, and you oblige, laying on your back for him as he moves down your body, situating his face between your thighs. “Think you got another orgasm left in ya?” He asks, his eyes darting at your clit, “Mmm. I want a taste of this pretty cunt of yours.”

“Maybe,” you answer honestly whilst spreading your legs for him, “I’m still feeling sensitive, but as long as you take it slow, I should be okay, hon,” he smiles with the term of endearment, his cheeks blossoming a rosy pink in colour. “Of course, kitten,” he whispers reassuringly, a promise in his tone to take things slow.

He leans in and plants a kiss on your inner thigh first, his beard and moustache working wonderfully to tickle your skin in the best way. You shudder beneath him and feel his lips dragging up your leg, nearing your burning heat.

“Oh, look at you,” he growls mockingly, “Clenching around nothing, girl. Mhmm…and that ass looks so tight,” he touches you there, touches you where no one has ever touched you before — not even yourself. Your body jerks away from him naturally as you shake your head, and he reassures, “Don’t worry, darlin’. Only when you’re ready.”

“But what if I’m never ready, Arthur?” You let out a nervous laugh, to which he leans in to kiss your inner thigh again, mumbling against your skin. “Then it’s ok, sweetheart. You don’t gotta do anything outside of your comfort zone with me.” You look down at your body, gazing into his eyes with a warm appreciative smile on your lips. You appreciate that he isn’t like other guys who would try to persuade you to try anal, even though you never once thought he would be persuasive like that anyways, but you appreciate it nonetheless. He sees and feels your hesitancy, and that’s all he needs to know that you’re not so keen on the idea.

“Can I…” he trails off in a daze, looking at your pussy before looking back into your eyes, “Can I kiss your pussy, sweetheart?” He asks, and you love that he’s asking your permission beforehand. You nod feverishly, watching him with focus as he leans in to press his lips against your clit, the sensation making your eyes close instantly with a whimpering moan slipping past your lips, the sound giving him a boost of confidence to continue. You feel his tongue slipping between your folds, circling your clit a few times before finding the right rhythm that gives you the most pleasure – left and right rapidly.

Oh, the noises he made were sinful and impure, grunting and groaning into your cunt like a man starved as he slurped on your desire. You started to moan and didn’t stop, your pitch gradually getting so high that you had to bite the back of your hand and silence yourself. That only fuelled Arthur’s playfully sadistic nature. He wanted to make you scream and cry his name to the high heavens above, for the whole camp to hear you being pleasured like no one else has ever pleasured you before. He held the back of your thighs and lifted them up in the air, the angle giving him more room to suck on your clit now and ease two fingers deep inside of you, massaging your g-spot.

“Arthur!” You sob. Gripping his hair by the handfuls, he groans with you, the vibrations of his voice blissful and electrifying. Your thighs begin to shake violently, your toes curling as you see stars. It all happened so fast, yet your orgasm was prolonged as he didn’t stop licking and sucking on your bruised clit until it became too much for you to bear, the lower half of your body jolting away from him with overstimulation. He eased up and moved his head away, teasing you with chaste kisses on your swollen nub and watching the way you spasm with aftershocks of pleasure.

“Feel good, kitten?” He asks upon noticing the tears falling from the corners of your eyes. You nod to him and mewl pathetically, looking at him with a blissed out expression on your face. “Yes baby,” you say between panting breaths, “Y-yes… It f-feels so g-good.”

“That’s a good girl,” he praises with a devilish smirk on his lips, “Think you can give me another one, beautiful?”

“Arthur,” you bark out a laugh, shaking your head at him. He laughs with you and plants one last kiss on your cunt before moving up your body. If you could handle another round or more, he’d happily spend hours between your legs but you’re completely spent and the cramp in your lower abdomen needed time to ease off.

He rested his weight on you evenly, his forearms placed in the mattress at either side of your head as he leans in and closes the gap. You sample a taste of your own desire on his tongue, moaning together in unison as his cock presses against you before he pulls back to ask: “You wanna head out today? I’ll take you somewhere nice. Just the two of us.”

“I would love that, but what about the saloon job?” You ask, hating that a beautiful moment between you and the man is ruined with the remembrance of what happened last night with Jenny. You didn’t want to let her ruin your mood and tried to stay positive, and what Arthur told you next made you feel ten times better.

“I’m not doing it without you, and since Jenny wouldn’t step back to let you come along when I asked her, I told Charles to take my place,” he said, and you stared into his eyes with a lot of love and appreciation. It meant a lot that he would pass up the opportunity to do something he really enjoys with Hosea. It meant a lot that he would do that for you.

Once you both had eventually peeled yourself away from each other, got cleaned up and dressed, you exited your tent and made your way to the horses, hearing your names in the whispers. You and Arthur were the talk of camp. People seemed to be excited that you two were finally together, and in the middle of it all, stood Jenny with a regretful look on her face not only fucking up one friendship, but with two.

Maybe one day with some time and patience, you and Arthur will forgive her. After all, he is an exceptionally handsome man and you can’t really blame any woman for finding him so damn attractive.

However, there’s no doubt in your mind that you are his one and only gal.

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misspearly1 · 1 year

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115 and 116 with joel bear? <3

Oh my Gosh! Nonnie, forgive me for how long I have taken to complete this. I'm working through my requests slowly. These prompts though?? 🥹 Oh so good for our beloved Joel bear! Thank you so much for sending this into my blog and I hope you enjoy the read. 💜

A Beautiful Thing

Pairing: Joel Miller x Y/N (F!Reader)

WC: 3.9K

Prompts: "You wrote me a song?" // "You weren't supposed to hear that!"

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Strangers to lovers. Love at first sight. Soft Joel playing the gee-tar. Joel being a tease. Reader worrying that she had ruined a surprise, but Joel making her feel better about it. Light Smut. Ass Groping & Kissing. Lots of Fluff with a Happy Ending.

Song Choice: It's Your Love by Tim McGraw - inspired this story, the title, and the song that Joel sings in this story. It doesn't belong to me, of course, but I'm stating that all credit goes to the original singers/songwriters just in case I need to.

AN: Ok, I was deep in the fluffy feels with this one Nonnie. There isn't any smut really - which is strange because I'm always a horny ass bish for Joel lol - but let me know if you'd like a part two with some smut. I'd love to come back to this story. 💖

You have a lot of good days and bad days here in Jackson. Everyone does. It’s just the way life goes, and although the scales sometimes tip too much on the bad side, it only makes you appreciate all the good that much more.

Take today for example, you woke up bright and early, ate breakfast and felt energetic, then went out on patrol and came back to Jackson without a scratch before taking a shower for date night at your boyfriends house.

It doesn’t sound like much, but when the world went to shit and the chances of dying at any given second became higher than ever, then that is considered a really good day in your books.

Besides, even if you did have a bad day, then what better way to turn it around than spending an evening with Joel Miller - your boyfriend - whom you deem to be the sexiest man alive?

You vividly remember how Joel took your breath away the first time you met him. Albeit, he was chopping wood under the summer sun with no shirt on in his backyard, but he was, and still is, the sexiest guy you’ve ever laid eyes on.

This happened just over six months ago, and the only reason you were in his backyard in the first place was to ask for advice about carving a sculpture out of wood, but drooling over his half naked body is what you did instead for a few minutes before he noticed you were standing there.

The man caught you eyeing him up and down, and thankfully for your sake, he felt flattered rather than uncomfortable. You often think about that day and smile fondly at how he reacted to your mindless ogling. The way he blushed a little and softly chuckled never fades from your memory.

You apologised for the intrusion of course, and for staring at him too, then explained that you were there to seek his professional advice. He was a carpenter after all and you assumed he’d know how to help. The project you were working on at the time was a three foot wooden rabbit. You’ve always believed they brought good luck and wanted something decorative for your home.

Joel naturally took an interest in your project and instead of just giving you a short answer and a couple pointers, he offered you a seat on his back porch and gave some really helpful advice on what to do and what not to do. You sat with the man for twenty minutes and the conversation flowed like you were a friend to him, not a stranger. He really made you feel comfortable and welcome, even offered you a tall glass of lemonade with ice upon noticing you were burning up from the sun in the sky.

You accepted his offer, but later admitted that it was actually his voice causing you to burn up. Not only were you attracted to his looks, but you were attracted to that thick southern drawl of his too. He spoke with a pleasantly deep, yet equally soft and smooth tone, one that just captured your whole attention and drew you in.

Joel's company was captivating, and you hungrily wanted more of his attention, but even though he didn't give you any reason to end the conversation, you made an excuse to leave and let him get back to chopping wood. You didn’t want to leave so soon after meeting him, but you had already taken up too much of his time and thanked him before saying your goodbyes. His response however, was most surprising.

“Happy to help, darlin’,” is what he said to you, and the flirtatious wink he shot your way made you feel weak in the knees. It was a simple gesture, but he did it so smoothly and with a seductive smirk on his lips too that just made you all the more attracted to him.

You left Joel that day, feeling giddy, turned on and a little lightheaded too, then planned to return three days later with a home baked cherry pie to say thanks for the help, but to your absolute surprise and delight, the man showed up at your door just as you had taken the pie out of your oven.

He wanted to see you again and had asked his brother where you live to show up at your door unannounced. You invited him into your home, shared that cherry pie over another captivating conversation and the rest was history.

Six months later, here you are now; in a steady relationship with the man and your love for each other grows stronger everyday. You still drool over him and even consider it a hobby of yours to watch him work, especially when he’s in his workshop.

You like to be in his company and often just sit on the sofa with a book to read while he chips and chisels away at a block of wood, creating another masterpiece worthy of a place on display around his home. But more often than not, your book is abandoned as you choose to gaze upon him instead.

No matter how many times you’ve done it before, you never grow tired of admiring the way Joel looks while working. He has a little lamp in his desk, it’s dimly lit and casts a warm glow across his face which just highlights his rugged good looks in the very best way.

The focus and patience he has with woodwork is quite impressive too. You love to see that look of concentration on his face. It’s the way his eyes glide across his sculpture and his brows furrow, or the way he sometimes presses the tip of his tongue against his lip. You don’t know why he does that, but it’s really cute and funny to see nonetheless. Suppose it’s just one of those things that some people do without realising it.

While you often like to gaze at him in his workshop, he likes to gaze at you too, especially when dancing in the dark. It’s become something that you and Joel do almost every night. He waits till nightfall, when all the lights are off and you’re about to head upstairs to bed or say goodnight and head home. Spontaneously grabbing your hand, he’ll pull you toward his chest and sway to the sweet sound of silence, grinning brightly as you laugh with endearment.

Dancing in the dark. That was Joel’s thing. He started it, but it’s something you very quickly grew to love. Speaking of love, he often swears that your love does something to him while dancing in the dark with you. He’ll joke and say that he’s under a spell, but can’t get enough while looking into your eyes and brushing a piece of hair behind your ear to really drink in the sight of your face mere inches away from his.

And you believe him. Believe every word of what he says. He certainly acts like he can’t get enough of your love as he finds any and all ways to adore you. “Darlin’, your love is a beautiful thing.” He’s said to you many times before in the past and you believe him, but you never forget to tell him that his love is also a beautiful thing as well. The man treasures you, thinks the world of you and keeps you close to his heart. Those feelings are mutual. You feel the same way as he does, and honestly, you can see yourself spending the rest of your days with Joel.

Upon spending the last several minutes thinking about the man, the desire to be in his company was growing rapidly, thus making you pick up your pace to reach his house faster. He unfortunately lives on the other side of Jackson, therefore it takes a solid ten minutes to walk there depending on your speed. Usually, you just take a leisurely stroll, but tonight you’re feeling extra needy for his love and attention.

Approaching his front door with your own key in hand, a key that he gave you two weeks ago, you unlock the door and slip inside quietly without making any noise. Joel admitted that he would have given you a key to his home sooner, but he worried about how it would make you feel and assured you that the gesture doesn’t need to be reciprocated. He just didn’t want to rush you, or make you feel obligated in any way, but you wanted to. You wanted him to have access to your house like it was his second home, and so you took your spare key and gave it to him two weeks ago on that very same day.

Truthfully, you like to spend most evenings over at Joel’s house compared to yours. You can’t describe it exactly, or pin-point the reason why, but his house just feels the right place to be. Despite that, he also has such great taste in decoration too. You admire the way he furnished his place. It looks better than yours and feels cosy, welcoming and relaxed.

Since you could hear the familiar twang of his guitar upon entering his home, you guessed that he was out back on the porch. It’s one of two usual spots that he likes to sit and play till his heart's content. You love to listen to him, and considering you wanted to take him by surprise, you tip-toed your way into the kitchen and through the laundry room to listen at the back door. However, you didn’t recognise the tune.

The song Joel was playing is something he hasn’t ever played before, but it started off with an acoustic that was warm and gentle. Just so soothing to the ears that you instantly relaxed as your face softened with a smile. You leaned against the doorframe and closed your eyes, listening to him harmonising with the melody that he had created. The sound of him humming was so peaceful that it could lull you to sleep right here, but then he started singing and your heart skipped a beat.

“Dancing in the dark, middle of the night,” he says poetically, the lyrics of his song catching your attention right away, “Taking your heart, and holding it tight,” he continues and you continue to listen closely, “Emotional touch, touching my skin, and asking you to do what you’ve been doing all over again. Oh, it’s a beautiful thing,” you gasp, holding your hand over your mouth with tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. “Don’t think I can keep it all in. I just gotta let you know what it is that won’t let me go. It’s your love, it just does something to me.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. It was a complete shock to hear a song so moving and meaningful, and sung so beautifully by Joel that’s about you and your love. You had so much joy exploding inside of you that it was overwhelming, though he stopped abruptly and you peeped around the door to find him jotting words down on a little pocket pad - his song book.

He looked so enthralled as he continued where he left off, his head bobbing along to the tune as he tapped his foot against the floor. You still couldn’t believe it and almost felt compelled to pinch your skin to check if this was all a dream. Joel rarely sings for you. He plays the guitar for you all the time, but to actually sing along to his music takes a lot of courage and just hearing him sing so passionately with confidence was sending shivers down your spine.

His voice was transcendent and mesmerising, full of affection and romance. It made you feel like you were at the centre of his world, enveloped in the warmth of his love. Though, as much as you loved to hear the man sing, it didn’t feel right doing it this way. You were essentially eavesdropping on him at a time where he was most vulnerable, and it’s not fair.

He doesn’t know you’re standing just a few feet away, and what if that betrays his trust if he were to find out? Or worse, what if it destroys his confidence to ever sing in front of an audience? The worry of this possibility made up your mind. He can’t know you’re here. Not yet and not like this.

Moving away from the door and quietly making your way towards the kitchen, your plan is to open the front door and shut it loud enough for him to hear. Then he will stop singing, hide his songbook and you can pretend that this never happened until he is ready to play his song for you. You could still hear him as you neared the front of the house, and the sound of his voice was as beautiful as ever.

Upon reaching the front door, you opened it and shut it again before calling out for him like this was your first entry. “Hi baby!” You say excitedly, “I’m home.”

The music stops instantly and it makes you stifle a laugh to hear him yell back like he wasn’t just singing his heart out. “Hey darlin’, I’m in the backyard,” I know that, you thought, “Come out here. I got somethin’ to show yer.” Oh shit… You panicked, wondering what he had to show you and if you have just spoiled your own surprise. What if he was going to play the song for me tonight anyway and I ruined it? You ask yourself with a pang of regret.

You didn’t know what to think or what to expect when you approached the backdoor for a second time, but the smile on Joel’s face brought you some comfort and relief. After all, you were eager to see him tonight and are still very much hungry for his love and attention, but if you have ruined something special, then you at least hope some of the surprise can be salvaged.

Hurrying towards him and taking a seat right on his lap, you held both your hands to each side of his face and leaned in to plant a kiss on his lips, displaying just how much you miss him. He kisses you back ravenously and smiles like he hadn’t seen you in days when it was only last night that you last saw each other. The fact that he missed you just as much made your heart swell.

Naturally, he laid both hands to your ass with a groping squeeze, humming deeply into your mouth with satisfaction. You like when he holds onto your ass like this. It makes you feel adored and aroused. He breaks off to look at you, his smile slowly turning into a smirk as he whispers. “Hi, gorgeous”

“Hey, stud,” you reply and mirror his smile, though your cheeks started to burn up under his wanton gaze. “How’s it going?” You ask upon recognising the playful mood he was in and return the gesture with your teasing tone of voice, “I see that you have your guitar out here. Playing for the stars again?"

“Oh, you saw that, did you?” He chuckles with amusement, as if he were pleased with himself and you can tell that he’s up to something since he had that look in his eyes; it was just full of mischief. You looked at him suspiciously, your eyes narrowed as he continued to laugh. “Yeah, I have my guitar out here…” he slowly bit his lip, and he did it in such a sexually provocative manner that it made you clench around nothing. “I was singing a song.”

“M-hm,” you roll your lips together and quickly gather that he’s onto you. That’s why he’s acting this way… He knows. “And um… What song were you singing?” You try to come across like you don’t have the slightest clue, as if you don’t already know he was singing.

His chest swells with pride as he answers truthfully, “I was singing your song, babydoll.”

“You wrote me a song?” You beam excitedly. Even though you already knew, it didn’t take away how incredibly special you feel upon hearing the man say those words himself. Perhaps some of his surprise for you was salvaged after all. You weren’t taken aback with shock, but you felt your stomach flutter and your heart begin to pick up speed once again. He still looked so happy too, and you could tell he was savouring the way you reacted.

“Yes darlin’. I wrote you a song and I was singing it just now, but-” he looks at you with accusatory eyes, “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

Now you were taken aback with shock, and he began to laugh at your reaction, the sound was sweet and authentic to your ears. It didn’t sound fake or full of mockery. He just sounded so amused and happy, really happy as a matter of fact, and he ran his hands up your back reassuringly. “You weren’t supposed to hear that yet,” he clarifies, and it gives you some comfort, “It’s ok that you did, and I appreciate that you tried to make it better by pretending you didn’t hear me.”

“Fuck…” You sigh and shake your head, blaming yourself for ruining everything. “Did you know I was standing there the whole time?” You ask incredulously.

“No, not quite, sweetheart.” He replies, thus causing you a great deal of confusion. If he didn’t know I was here, then how did he know I heard him singing? You wonder while he continues to smile and shake softly with a chuckling laughter escaping him. He’s too happy, and that look on his face spoke of pleasure.

“Wanna take a wild guess as to how I knew?” He asks, then pauses briefly with one of his brows raised, as if giving you a chance to think about his question before answering. But you didn’t answer. You couldn't answer, so he did instead. “Since when do you come home and announce you're here?”

“Oh my God, Joel,” you cry out with embarrassment. Burying your face into his neck and lamenting over your mistake, you could still feel him shaking ever so slightly as he continued to laugh at your failure. “Of course!” You moan into his shirt with a ghost of a smile on your lips. “How could I have been so stupid and forget about that. Of course you would know something was up.”

“You’re not stupid at all. Don’t say that, babe,” he chides. Sliding his hand up your spine and cupping the back of your head, his embrace tightens a little as he plants a kiss in your hair, the action making you feel less disappointed with yourself. “I know you were thinking what’s best for me,” he says, hugging you closely, “And that’s something special right there, doll.”

Tilting your head to rest your cheek against his neck, his words gave you even more relief and comfort, though the worry around fucking everything up still remained. You lift your head to look at him, expressing a look of regret in your eyes and ask: “When did you originally plan to play me the song?” You sigh, chewing on the inside of your lip with self-annoyance, “I just feel really bad, you know? Like I ruined something special you had planned to surprise me with.”

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he promised. Shifting his position a little more to aid his comfort, he leans back and kicks his feet up onto the table before pulling you to sit directly over his crotch. The action was nothing out of the ordinary, he prefers you to sit like this as much as you do, but it made you gasp softly upon feeling his bulge press into your heat from below.

He heard the noise you made and recognised the way it made you feel, causing him to smirk before resting his hands to your ass once again. “I hadn’t decided when to play it for you,” he answers, shrugging. “I just couldn’t make up my mind… was overthinkin’ the how and when to do it, but I shoulda’ just played it for you a long time ago.”

“Wait…” You tilt your head at him, confused, “What do you mean by a long time ago? How long have you been working on this?”

He grins brightly, his cheeks starting to blush a little from your questions, but he had no problem in answering them truthfully. “Six months ago, right after I met you in our backyard,” he says, and it really takes your emotions on a rollercoaster ride as you don't know what to say or what to think. Though, your silence didn’t discourage him and he continued. “I knew you were different darlin’, and as soon as you left me, I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about yer,” your face burns with flattery as you absorb his compliments. “Couldn’t even get back to chopping wood. I was that head over heels for yer… So, I grabbed my guitar and started playing something I never played before.”

“Really?” You manage to break your silence to ask.

“Really babydoll.” He responds with an affirmative nod. “The tune came first, but the lyrics came later and…” he pauses momentarily to brush your hair behind your ear and gaze into your eyes. “...That day I showed up at your door and we shared the cherry pie in your kitchen? That’s when I knew for sure you were different. I knew in my heart that you were something special, Y/N.”

“Joel,” you blurt his name with an elevated tone in your voice, your smile displaying nothing but delight and rejoice. “Did I really make you fall that hard for me?” You cry out and laugh sweetly, as if you couldn’t believe him even though he’s just said it himself. He fell just as hard as you did the moment you laid your eyes upon him. The feeling was mutual. It always has been.

“Yes ma’am, I did indeed,” he drawls thickly, the crows feets around his eyes deepening, “And showing up at your door unannounced was the first best decision I ever made in our relationship.” He details, though it piqued your interest and you had to ask: “If that was the first, then what was the second best decision you ever made?”

Joel pulls you in, placing his lips to your cheek with a tickling kiss as he whispers teasingly. “I’m sure you can figure that one out,” he chuckles softly before peering into your eyes and holding your line of sight. You hear the way his breath hitches in his throat, see the way he looks at your lips and smiles, his eyes expanding with love and devotion. It’s the way he looks at you every night, and sure, you could figure out what the second best decision he ever made was, but you wanted to hear him say it himself. You wanted to hear him ask you that question.

And not a second later, he did ask you that question, and your answer was an immediate yes.

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