ꍌꄲꄲ꒯ ꍌ꒐ꋪ꒒ ~ Arny Parsons x Fem Reader

Chapter Five**

You wake up and let out a groan at your killer headache. It takes you a moment to realize that you aren't at your apartment, and these aren't your clothes. You were barely in any clothes.

Your torso was covered by a large black t-shirt that fit just below mid-thigh and your behind was covered by boxer briefs.

"Good morning, love," Arny greets coming into the room with a glass of water and painkillers. "For your headache. I have a smoothie in the kitchen for your hangover."

"Thanks?" You furrow your brows in confusion and follow after Arny when your glass is empty.

Arny grabs onto your waist, lifting you onto the marble surface. You sit silently on the counter watching Arny fix breakfast trying to see into his thoughts, completely failing but not giving up.

"I'm sorry if I did anything out of hand last night," you apologize. "I've never gotten drunk before, so I didn't know my limits. I should have been more careful."

"Yes. You should have," Arny scolds. "Do you remember anything?"

You shake your head shamefully, keeping your gaze to the hem of the large t-shirt.

"Look at me, not at your lap," Arny demands. You look up to meet his gaze, seeing something you couldn't quite understand in his eyes. "You said you like me."

You blush and look away.

"I said look at me," Arny grabs your chin and gently makes you look at him. "Is that true?"

"I-I-" you stutter and bite your lip.

"Answer me, y/n. Do. You. Like. Me?"

You nod.

"Words, love," Arny tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "I need you to be a good girl for me and use your pretty little mouth to answer me.

"Yes," you squeak out, your cheeks a vibrant shade of pink.

"Good," Arny smirks and turns back to grab your plates. "Food's ready."

You eat silently and brush your teeth afterward to get rid of your morning breath. Then you stand in front of Arny who sits on his couch scrolling through his phone.

"Yes?" He asks without looking up from his phone.

"Where are my clothes?" You ask shyly.

"Away," Arny smirks.

"Can I-"

"Not yet," Arny looks up at you. "I would like to keep you a while longer," his hands reach up to gently cup your thighs.

"What? Why?" You tilt your head curiously, ignoring the spinning sensation. "I would have figured that you'd want to get rid of me after last night. I mean, who wants someone that gets attached so easily? Right?"

You let out a humorless chuckle and stare at your feet. Then a pair of combat boots enter your line of vision. Arny moves a hand from your thigh and uses it to lift your head by your chin, forcing you to make eye contact.

"Maybe that is what I want," Arny says tracing his thumb along your bottom lip. "I just want to make sure I know what your intentions are."

"Well, what- um, what are your intentions?" You ask barely above a whisper, your eyes trailing to his lips.

I want you. I want you to be mine. Your thoughts race.

"I want to do very bad things to you, y/n. Nothing that would hurt you, of course, but something to excite the little devil that hides in you," he leans in and places a soft kiss on your cheek.

"I-I-" you stutter as a blush creeps up your cheeks. "You could- I don't- We-"

"Use your words, love," Arny taunts, sitting back down and pulling you between his knees.

"I think- I- We-" you clear your throat and take a deep breath. "I don't know what you mean."

"Y/N, I saw you in that store yesterday," his words make you freeze in horror.

"I was just curious," you lie.

"What about?"

"I wanted to know what type of store it was," you look away and chew on your lip.

"You shouldn't lie, especially not to me," Arny scolds you and pulls you onto his lap, gently wrapping his hand around your throat.

You gasp and keep yourself perched on your knees to keep from rubbing against him. You let out an audible gulp and squeeze his shoulder, silently pleading for more. Arny's other hand grips your hip to push you down, lowering you onto the large tent in his sweatpants.

"A-Arny," you gasp and bury your head in the crook of his neck.

"Tell me what you want me to do, love. I will do whatever you want, but you have to use your words," Arny pushes you back by your throat, his thumb running along your pulse.

You let out short breaths and whimper as he guides your hips over his crotch. The thin material of his boxer briefs did almost nothing to keep you two separated.

"I want..." You trailed off and gathered all your confidence to finally say something coherent. "I want you to touch me. I want you to make me feel good, Arny. Please."

"Such a good girl using your manners," he taunts you, slowly tracing his finger from your throat to the valley of your breasts and under his large t-shirt that he enjoyed seeing you in. "Is this where you want me to touch you?"

He cups your core through his briefs, which you actually seem to enjoy wearing, making you gasp and nod. He doesn't like your non-verbal answer, so he begins to pull his hand back.

"Yes," you answer quickly, holding onto his wrist with a firm grip. "Please, Arny! I want you to touch me under my clothes. I want you."

"All you had to do was ask, love," Arny smirks as he slips his fingers under your briefs, taking his time to reach your lips. "You're already so wet," he praises, his middle finger slowly running along your pussy. "I've barely touched you, and you're already dripping. Is that how pathetic you are for me?"

"Yes," you nod. "I'm so pathetic."

Arny slips a finger into your entrance, taking his time to feel every crevice. You let out a loud and throw your head back in pleasure. The feeling of his finger caressing your inner walls is pleasantly overwhelming, almost intoxicating.

"Ride my hand, love. I want you to show me how pathetic you are for me," Arny taunts you, stopping his movements, but leaving his finger in you.

You comply and rock your hips back and forth on his hand, feeling his palm press against your clit. A moan travels past your lips, sounding like music to Arny's ears. 

His eyes watched your face intently, enjoying the ecstasy that washed over your features. He's never enjoyed anyone else's so much pleasure until now. Arny felt your walls clench around his finger and your thighs around his wrist, so he inserts an additional finger.

"Fuck!" You squeaked but kept riding his hand, feeling your walls stretch around his digits.

You've never done anything like this, but it felt almost natural with Arny.

"Ar- Arny, I'm- Fuck, I'm almost there! Please, Arny, I'm gonna cum!" You moan, relishing in the feeling of him as your entire body heats up.

"Cum for me, Y/N," Arny encourages you. "I want you to cum for me, and I want you to look at me when you do."

"Fuck! Arny!" You grab onto his shoulders, scrunching his shirt in your fists. "Arny, it feels so fucking good!"

"Then cum! Cum and make a good one," he says lifting your shirt and flicking his tongue over your nipples.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

As you reached your high, you locked eyes with the curly-haired man before you, allowing him to see the mess he's made of you.

The mess that would have never would have happened had he not poked the fire within you.

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