FIC, Intimate Space, Arthur/girl!Merlin, NC-17
Title: Intimate Space
Rating: NC-17
Summary: There’s honestly nothing I can put here that isn’t a straight-up, dirtynasty excerpt. Suffice it to say, girl!Merlin wins a dance competition and she and Arthur celebrate by having sex. Lots of sex.
Word Count: 690 words
Warnings: always-a-girl!Merlin, extremely explicit sex without a condom, cunnilingus, a tiny bit of felching
Spoilers: None, this is an AU
Author’s Note: Written for the interpretive dance challenge at summerpornathon.
Merlin wins the competition with a routine about flowers or sunshine or something-Arthur doesn’t remember what exactly, all he knows is that Merlin waves around an orange ribbon a lot and her leotard hugs her like a glove. His dick had pressed rigid against his pants as she’d leaped and twisted and arched across the floor, weirdly elegant there like she wasn’t anywhere else.
They skip the congratulatory dinner and celebrate at home instead, Merlin’s pussy wet and gripping at Arthur’s dick, stretched wide around his shaft and Arthur can’t help but watch his cock slide in and in and into her; watch Merlin’s little round breasts bounce as she fucked herself down on him; listen to the breathless gasping grunts she made as she took him in so wonderfully deep, and he buries his hand in her hair and lunges up to kiss her pretty pink mouth, hands so big on her waist and the back of her head and she rocks her hips, frantic, and Arthur kisses down her throat and to her tit, sucking her nipple into his mouth and licking at it, tasting sweat and the lingering hint of soap from this morning’s shower.
“Fuck,” says Merlin, “fuck, fuck, Arthur-” she says, and he slides the hand on her waist to the hollow of her back and shoves his other hand down to rub at her clit (rough little circles with his thumb just like she likes it), and he bites down at the pulse-point in her neck and she comes, yelling, fluttery muscles grasping, clamping around him and Arthur can smell her-can smell the both of them, the sweet heavy musk of sex, the air thick so thick with it you could cut right through it with knife.
Arthur rolls them over so he’s on top, Merlin’s hair spread out across his pillow and he pushes her legs back towards her chest (fuck, he’s glad he’s dating a dancer, she’s so flexible) and pushes forward, licks up between her breasts and pinches (just a bit) at her nipple, and she thrashes, oversensitive, says, “Oh, you wanker,” but Arthur knows she doesn’t mean it; he rubs again at her slick little open cunt in apology and she rakes her fingernails across his back and says, “More, Christ, don’t you dare stop-”, and he doesn’t.
He fucks in, again, again, and Merlin says, “Give it to me, yes, Arthur, I want-” and squeezes around his dick and Arthur gasps and shudders and comes in her, surprised, gut-clench of lust deep in his stomach and his cock spurts stringy bursts of warm white spunk into her womb and he fucks her through it, holds her down and thrusts in til his dick feels raw and wrung-out, almost painful.
Arthur pulls out with a squelchy, sucking pop and looks down at Merlin’s pussy, all puffy and fucked-out, and, oh, it’s a mess, a gorgeous goddamn wreck, so sticky-her pubes are all wet and her thighs are too and Arthur’s jizz is trickling out down to her arsehole and the sheet underneath.
“You’re not going to leave me like this,” says Merlin-not a question, a demand; girls don’t usually talk to Arthur like that, but Merlin does and Arthur kind of likes it-and Arthur says, “Don’t get your knickers in a twist, Merlin, don’t you know patience is a virtue?” and hunkers down and licks along the delicate soft folds of her labia.
She tastes like him; Arthur swallows a little of his own spunk by accident, which is kind of gross but when he slides his tongue around her clitoris Merlin keens and plants her heels into the bed, rocking her hips up toward him for more, so Arthur holds her legs open by the knees and nips, playful, at her thighs-sticks his tongue inside that intimate space and fucks her like that, drags his index and middle fingers along her clit while he’s at it and she seizes up and comes for him again, shouting profanities at the ceiling as Arthur presses open-mouthed kisses so sweetly against her cunt.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: There’s honestly nothing I can put here that isn’t a straight-up, dirtynasty excerpt. Suffice it to say, girl!Merlin wins a dance competition and she and Arthur celebrate by having sex. Lots of sex.
Word Count: 690 words
Warnings: always-a-girl!Merlin, extremely explicit sex without a condom, cunnilingus, a tiny bit of felching
Spoilers: None, this is an AU
Author’s Note: Written for the interpretive dance challenge at summerpornathon.
Merlin wins the competition with a routine about flowers or sunshine or something-Arthur doesn’t remember what exactly, all he knows is that Merlin waves around an orange ribbon a lot and her leotard hugs her like a glove. His dick had pressed rigid against his pants as she’d leaped and twisted and arched across the floor, weirdly elegant there like she wasn’t anywhere else.
They skip the congratulatory dinner and celebrate at home instead, Merlin’s pussy wet and gripping at Arthur’s dick, stretched wide around his shaft and Arthur can’t help but watch his cock slide in and in and into her; watch Merlin’s little round breasts bounce as she fucked herself down on him; listen to the breathless gasping grunts she made as she took him in so wonderfully deep, and he buries his hand in her hair and lunges up to kiss her pretty pink mouth, hands so big on her waist and the back of her head and she rocks her hips, frantic, and Arthur kisses down her throat and to her tit, sucking her nipple into his mouth and licking at it, tasting sweat and the lingering hint of soap from this morning’s shower.
“Fuck,” says Merlin, “fuck, fuck, Arthur-” she says, and he slides the hand on her waist to the hollow of her back and shoves his other hand down to rub at her clit (rough little circles with his thumb just like she likes it), and he bites down at the pulse-point in her neck and she comes, yelling, fluttery muscles grasping, clamping around him and Arthur can smell her-can smell the both of them, the sweet heavy musk of sex, the air thick so thick with it you could cut right through it with knife.
Arthur rolls them over so he’s on top, Merlin’s hair spread out across his pillow and he pushes her legs back towards her chest (fuck, he’s glad he’s dating a dancer, she’s so flexible) and pushes forward, licks up between her breasts and pinches (just a bit) at her nipple, and she thrashes, oversensitive, says, “Oh, you wanker,” but Arthur knows she doesn’t mean it; he rubs again at her slick little open cunt in apology and she rakes her fingernails across his back and says, “More, Christ, don’t you dare stop-”, and he doesn’t.
He fucks in, again, again, and Merlin says, “Give it to me, yes, Arthur, I want-” and squeezes around his dick and Arthur gasps and shudders and comes in her, surprised, gut-clench of lust deep in his stomach and his cock spurts stringy bursts of warm white spunk into her womb and he fucks her through it, holds her down and thrusts in til his dick feels raw and wrung-out, almost painful.
Arthur pulls out with a squelchy, sucking pop and looks down at Merlin’s pussy, all puffy and fucked-out, and, oh, it’s a mess, a gorgeous goddamn wreck, so sticky-her pubes are all wet and her thighs are too and Arthur’s jizz is trickling out down to her arsehole and the sheet underneath.
“You’re not going to leave me like this,” says Merlin-not a question, a demand; girls don’t usually talk to Arthur like that, but Merlin does and Arthur kind of likes it-and Arthur says, “Don’t get your knickers in a twist, Merlin, don’t you know patience is a virtue?” and hunkers down and licks along the delicate soft folds of her labia.
She tastes like him; Arthur swallows a little of his own spunk by accident, which is kind of gross but when he slides his tongue around her clitoris Merlin keens and plants her heels into the bed, rocking her hips up toward him for more, so Arthur holds her legs open by the knees and nips, playful, at her thighs-sticks his tongue inside that intimate space and fucks her like that, drags his index and middle fingers along her clit while he’s at it and she seizes up and comes for him again, shouting profanities at the ceiling as Arthur presses open-mouthed kisses so sweetly against her cunt.