𝓣𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 - 4

Best Girl* - 𝐀.𝐑

𝐀/𝐍 - All credit goes to the writer silkscream on Tumblr

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/silkscream/687088762947289088?source=share

Parings → Arvin Russell x Reader

Warnings →SMUT, dom! Arvin

Summary → Of course he can't let you cook dinner in peace. Because that's how this works.

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You're making his favorite chicken soup but he's hungrier for something else. You're too busy chopping vegetables to even notice the way he looks at you, stares at you with wide eyes because he's a goner. He's never been quite so soft for anyone else before. Suddenly, you look up and smirk at him.

"Need something, sunshine?" You tease.

"Just you," Arvin drawls. He saunters over to where you are and massages your shoulder lightly, lips ghosting over the skin of your neck. At first you turn your head, rejecting him, but he turns your head himself and kisses you deeply.

He leans into you, hand on your neck and the other wrapping itself around your waist to cage you in his warmth. He smells like cigarettes and beer. You feel his tongue on your bottom lip and makes you shake a little. He moans into you, which surprises you because he's normally not the most vocal. He sounds almost desperate.

"Baby, I have to make the soup," you mumble in between kisses when you realize the pot of water behind you is boiling.

"Just turn off the stove for a little."

"Arvin!"

"Fine," he sighs. For a few minutes, there's silence between you two except for the sound of liquid swirling as you mix the vegetables into the broth. The tiny radio on the kitchen counter hums a love song you recognize from when you were a teenager. Back when things were easy and you imagined yourself just like this, making dinner for your lover.

Arvin gazes at you as he leans on the counter. Once you've put in the noodles, you lower the heat on the stove and turn back to face him. You flash him a smile, faking him out by walking towards him but leaning right next to him instead of in his arms, and you take a sip of your glass of wine as you lean into your book.

He puts his hands on your waist from behind, hugging you in his warmth as he nests his head on your shoulder. You feel the locks of his hair tickle your cheek.

"Keep thinking I'm getting too greedy with you, but I can't goddamn help it," Arvin sighs into your skin.

"What do you mean, greedy?"

"Like I don't deserve you," he rasps, his voice low. "Y'just, ya know, give so much to me that I feel like I keep taking. And sometimes I think about you and it's like I opened up some door that can never be closed again."

"You're being very poetic tonight, Russell."

"You're gonna be the death of me, I swear, woman," Arvin chuckles. "I want you so bad all the time that sometimes I think I oughta go to hell for... the ways I think about you."

"So I'm the apple to your eve?"

He laughs. "Yeah, you could say I'd eat you the fuck up, baby."

With that, you turn and kiss him. It's as easy as breathing, but it somehow makes you feel you're leaping off a cliff. When he groans, you can feel your pulse quicken. When his tongue smooths over your collarbone, you quickly work the buttons off his shirt rip it off.

He does it faster than you can and brings his hand to crawl up your thighs, rumpling up the bottom of your dress to your hips. If practices idolatry in anything, it's the way he looks at you like you're a miracle. His hot breath fans over your face and it feels like you're about to get eaten from the way he looks at you. The adrenaline runs through your bones.

He can't even wait until your panties have slid down your legs completely -- they get stuck at your knees when he lifts you onto the counter and circles your clit. You make the smallest moan and he considers it a melody.

Your teeth sink into his shoulder as you hiss from the feeling of sensitivity within your walls, dripping wet. Tenderness floats through your body as you revel in the pleasure of his fingers inside of you. He goes faster and deeper when his name shakes out of your mouth.

Arvin uses his other hand to shed his pants and pump the length of his shaft. He spreads your legs apart further so that he can finally enter, and together, you sigh in ecstasy.

"Oh, god--"

"That's it, sweetheart," Arvin groans. "Fuck, you're so good to me... shit."

You tremble in his grasps as he drills into you harder and faster, mouth moving with his. You want your tongue in his mouth, but he pulls your head backwards as he grips your hair. You gasp at his roughness, whining when he pulls harder when you try to get closer to his mouth.

"Arvin, wanna kiss you," you whimper.

"I know, honey. You're just too fucking cute when you want somethin' so bad. What else you want, darlin'?"

"Want you to cum inside me," you moan.

"Yeah? Fuck-- fucking... love you," -- he lets go of your hair to hold your face in his hands, cupping your cheeks -- "So good. My best girl."

His praise makes your head feel dizzy, not to mention how turned on you were from him being rough with you. You whimper loudly.

"Yeah? You're my best girl?"

"Yes," you breathe out desperately. "Arvin, I'm gonna cum."

"That's it, sweetheart."

You gasp in ragged breaths, bottom lip trembling as your body vibrates with the detonation that your lover had planted himself. Your orgasm surges through you but he fucks you even faster, has you pulsating around him while he murmurs your name, voice low and dripping like warm honey. Even under your dingy kitchen light, Arvin shines like a glowing candle. His slow breaths bring you back to earth and something shifts in the way you see him. Maybe you crossed a bridge to heaven. God knows he had when he first met you, and now he can't be around you without your whole presence echoing within his senses like a scream in a cathedral.

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