#arnav is a feministttttt

[pyaargulzar]

guidance (pt. 2)

summary: khushi awaits arnav's arrival from the office desperately, craving his presence in one way more than others. arnav uses the opportunity to provide her with some guidance.

genres: romance, angst, smut, fluff-ish

disclaimer: part 2 does in fact contain smut (!) the guidance is in fact provided.

Khushi’s breath hitched, the sound soft but unmistakable—a moan, not a groan. Arnav froze for a moment, his grip tightening around her as the noise sent a spark of heat straight through him. Blood rushed to his manhood instantly, his body reacting before his mind could catch up.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his gaze sweeping over her flushed cheeks, the way her lashes fluttered as she avoided his eyes. She was blushing all over by now, her vulnerability laid bare, and it only made him want her more.

He brought his right hand up to caress her cheek, his touch gentle yet electrifying. The gesture finally prompted her to open her eyes, and the desperation in her gaze made Arnav want to lose all control.

He wanted to take her right here, right now. “Khushi…” he whispered, his breath hot, fanning her face as he moved closer, brushing his lips against hers.

He was feeling so much—too much. He wanted to savor this moment, to etch every detail into his memory. Khushi was opening up to him in a way she never had before, and the trust she was placing in him left him feeling honored and fiercely possessive all at once.

Before he could process it further, she pushed herself against him, kissing him with everything she had. The suddenness of her impatience surprised him, and a low moan escaped his throat as her tongue slipped into his mouth, working against his.

Arnav picked her up effortlessly, and she intrinsically wrapped her legs around him, their kiss unbroken. He carried her to the bed, gently laying her down before pulling back to look at her with hooded eyes, his desire for her burning brighter than ever.

She lay there, her mouth swollen from his kiss, her chest rising and falling as she panted. Her eyes grew dark with lust, mirroring his.

He wanted to tease her for being so needy, so utterly consumed by him, but the other part of him—the primal part—wanted to ravish her.

The former won, for now, as his hands found the waistband of her trousers. In one swift, practiced motion, he slid her pants and panties down, leaving her exposed to his hungry gaze.

Khushi moaned, the cool air hitting her heated folds. Her underwear clung to her for a moment, drawing a thin line of slick that connected to her core.

“Fuuuck,” Arnav groaned, precum beading at his tip at the sight. “How long have you been this wet, Khushi? Look at you—so ready for me.” His hands moved quickly, shrugging off his waistcoat and yanking his shirt over his head in one fluid motion, his breath deepening as he tossed the fabric aside.

Khushi hid her face behind her hands, overwhelmed by the way Arnav was looking at her, his gaze predatory and possessive. It was too all much. Her hole clenched around nothing under his scrutiny, and she brought her thighs together instinctively, trying to ease the ache.

The movement triggered something in Arnav. His hands reached for hers, pulling them away from her face, placing them on his defined torso. “Look at me, Khushi,” he commanded leaning down, his voice low and rough. “Were you like this for me?”

His left hand drifted to her core, spreading her slickness with his index and middle finger, earning another moan from her. “Tell me, Khushi. You don’t have to hold back. You’re my wife—you can ask for me whenever you want.” He paused, a sinister idea forming as he watched her nod innocently, her eyes pleading.

But before he could act on it, Khushi surprised him. Her hand reached for his, fingers curling around his wrist, urging him to continue.

It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes. She had never done this before—never taken control, never asked for more than he gave. The realization hit him like a wave, and his heart swelled with pride and desire.

He hesitated for a moment, then pulled his hand away, teasing her. The absence of his touch was unbearable, and a frustrated groan escaped her lips. She squirmed, her body arching toward him, every movement screaming her need.

In a swift motion, Arnav removed his belt, letting his pants and boxers fall to his knees. He never broke eye contact with her, his gaze locked on hers as he stood between her legs.

“Khushi,” he said, his voice low and dripping with mischief, “let me teach you something important today.” He reached for her hand, guiding her fingers to her clit with a deliberate slowness. “Like this,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear as he showed her how to rub herself with just the right pressure.

“Arnav—ahh!” she gasped as pleasure shot through her. But before she could fully lose herself, his hands were gone, leaving her trembling and desperate. Her eyes flew to his, wide with frustration, only to find him smirking down at her, his hand now wrapped around his length, stroking himself slowly.

“You have no idea,” he said, his voice rough and strained, “how many times I’ve had to do this because of you, Khushi.”

She was too far gone to question his words, her mind clouded by lust. The sight of him touching himself was driving her wild, her arousal pooling beneath her.

“Take your kurta off for me, baby,” he coaxed, his free hand gently rubbing her thigh as he stayed hovering between her legs. “I want to see you.” His touch was tender, a contrast to the hunger in his eyes, and it spurred her into action.

She obeyed without hesitation, her movements automatic as she began to undress, her eyes never leaving his. She quickly discarded the last piece of restriction, throwing it to the side with her dupatta.

“Good girl” Arnav breathed out heavily, eyes on her swollen nubs, “fuck, no bra today? you're going to drive me crazy”. It was taking every fiber in his being to not grab her pretty tits, lick them, pinch them, squeeze them—his member twitched at the thought of the soft flesh in his mouth and he moaned.

“Lay down, I'm going to teach you to…mhm....to help yourself when I'm not here”

“What do you mean?” Khushi asked, confused  

“What you've been feeling today, it would be better if you do this, I'm going to teach you how to touch yourself when I'm not here to fuck you”

Khushi gasped at how vile his words sounded, he was still pumping himself, eyes on her as he said the most vulgar thing she's heard “A-Arnav-ji what do you mean?”

Oh, was he back to Arnav-ji now? He cocked one brow up but didn't push his desperate and confused wife. “Spread your legs and listen to me, mh…fuck, yeah just like that” he moaned at the sight of her soft folds back on display, all for him. 

Khushi was being so good, so unbearably perfect, that it took every ounce of his self-control not to lose himself in her completely. The urge to claim her, to fill her until she could think of nothing but him, burned through him like a wildfire. He wanted to erase every thought from her mind, to replace it with nothing but the sensation of him—her body full, her world reduced to the two of them. But he had to wait. He's going to be patient with her, this wasn't about him. 

His grip tightened on himself, his other hand sliding down to her sex. He gently inserted two fingers that were welcomed inside by her arousal, curling them just enough to make Khushi arch her back and throw her head back, a raw, incoherent noise escaping her lips. He pumped his fingers a few more times, drawing out the moans he loved hearing so much—before pulling away, leaving her trembling for more.

Her head snapped up again, now a mix of anger and need flashing in her eyes. “Shhh… I know,” he cooed, his voice low and soothing. “You’ll feel better soon. Just keep your eyes on me.”

He brought his fingers, glistening with her need, to his lips, sucking them slowly. A shared moan escaped them both, the taste of her driving him wild. God, he loved her taste. He loved his wife.

Switching hands, he coated himself fully with any remaining wetness left on his fingers, the slickness making his movements smoother, more urgent. His eyes locked onto hers, his mouth hanging open as he felt himself teetering on the edge.

“Mhm, fuck, Khushi,” he groaned, his voice ragged. With one final stroke, his head fell back, and he came undone. Thick ropes of release spilled from him as he kept pumping, milking every last drop, his breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps.

A low moan filled the room—and it wasn’t his. Still riding the waves of his climax, his head snapped toward Khushi. Her eyes were dark and hooded, chest rising and falling, her lips parted as if she couldn’t quite catch her breath. 

The sight of her—completely undone, her cheeks flushed, her body trembling just from watching him—sent a fresh surge of heat through him. She wasn’t just witnessing his pleasure; she was devouring it, her own desire mirroring his in a way that left him wanting more.

Arnav’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight, his seed on her skin, marking her as his. The visual alone was enough to make him hard again. “Your turn now,” he commanded, his voice low and dripping with dominance. “Touch yourself. Show me how much you need it.”

Khushi felt intoxicated, her body moving on its own as she obeyed. Her fingers found her clit, trembling slightly as she began to rub. Her eyes stayed locked on Arnav, watching as he gave himself one last, slow stroke.

“Good,” he growled, his voice heavy with approval. “Just like that Khushi. Don’t stop.”

She began circling her fingers, mimicking what Arnav always did, trying to replicate the rhythm he’d taught her. Her movements were tentative at first, but the memory of his touch guided her.

Arnav’s focus sharpened on her, his gaze heavy and unwavering as he watched her unfold. Her body trembled, her entrance clenching around nothing, a silent plea for the release she desperately needed.

Without a word, he took her other hand, guiding her fingers to where she ached, slipping two inside with a slow, deliberate precision that left her gasping.

Her fingers on her clit stilled for a moment as she gasped at the intrusion, her body trembling. “Keep touching yourself, Khushi,” he urged, his voice calm and steady. “It’ll feel better if you don’t stop.”

Khushi obeyed again, her fingers resuming their rhythm as Arnav helped her pump in and out, his hand steadying hers until she took over completely.

“Mmh—ah… Arnav,” she moaned, her hands moving with growing confidence, driving him wild with every sound that came out of her mouth and body.

“That’s it, good girl,” he soothed, his voice a mix of praise and desire. “Make yourself come for me, Khushi.” He bent down, pressing a gentle kiss to her hip, and she arched into the contact, her body responding instinctively.

“I-I’m clos—unhhh,” she whined, feeling herself reaching a high, her walls fluttering around her fingers. The sheer eroticism of Arnav watching her like this pushed her closer to her peak.

Arnav’s fingers joined hers, pressing down on her clit with deliberate pressure and speed, expertly amplifying her pleasure. “Arnaaaav—ahng,” Khushi cried out as she climaxed, her body trembling, mouth falling open in ecstasy, eyes rolling to the back of her head.

Arnav smirked, a flicker of pride lighting his eyes. Even as Khushi’s hands fell away from her sex, still dazed and breathless, Arnav kept his fingers steady on her clit, gently prolonging her orgasm with practiced precision.

Another strategic win, he thought, watching her head fall back, her body still quivering and arching under his touch.

“Good girl,” he purred, his voice low and approving. “You did so well.” He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Touch yourself like this whenever you miss me, Khushi.”

Khushi was still coming down from her high, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Am I sick, Arnav?” she asked, her voice shaky. “Why was I like this?”

Arnav waited patiently, his hand brushing a strand of hair from her face as her breathing slowly steadied. He bent down, pressing a gentle kiss to her swollen mouth, his lips lingering for a moment as if to reassure her.

“When was your last period?” he asked, his tone calm and measured, his eyes soft but searching.

Khushi hesitated, her brows furrowing. “Why?” she asked, her voice tinged with confusion. But one look at his face made her give in. “around 2 weeks ago,” she replied coyly, looking away.

“No, baby, you’re not sick,” he said, a teasing glint in his eyes. “You’re ovulating.” His hand reached for her face as he spoke, bringing her eyes back to him. His touch was warm and reassuring, an attempt to comfort her after this overwhelming experience.

“What’s that?” she asked, her voice a mix of uncertainty and curiosity.

“Well, your body is asking me to give you babies,” he said, his tone playful but laced with tenderness. He wanted her to understand her body, to feel in control of it. Already, his mind raced ahead, planning to get her a tracker to help her learn her cycle better.

“What? How could you say something so…so…ugh,” Khushi stammered, her cheeks flushing an even deeper crimson, pulling Arnav back to the present moment.

He shifted closer, his lips brushing against hers in a tender kiss. Khushi melted into him, her defenses dissolving as she became raw and unguarded again.

“Why don’t I explain your cycle to you in detail after this?” he offered against her lips.

“After what?” Khushi asked, her puzzlement evident as she searched his eyes.

In one fluid motion, Arnav moved down her body, his face hovering just above her core, his hot breath fanning against her. “This,” he drawled, his voice thick with desire, before his mouth descended on her, drinking her in.

Fuck, he had been craving this—her taste, her arousal, the way she responded to him. As he lapped up her sweetness, he couldn’t wait to show her more about anything and everything her heart desired.

author's note: part 2 is heeeereee!! dedicating it to @featheredclover <3 you gave me the push i needed to edit this lol.

i really wanted to show khushi's growth and comfort levels expanding in their relationship, where she, over time, learns to be more honest, knowing that it's finally safe to do so. we could tell as the show progressed that khushi kept concerns to herself and wasn't able to voice them like she wanted to w arnav.

i also wanted to show arnav taking on the role of a provider for her in and out of their bedroom, especially given that she was younger and inexperienced (and i'm like 99.99999% sure he was not a virgin, like c'mon now, be fr). there is a fine line between controlling and guiding, and this was my attempt to explore the latter, as the title suggests.

+ TLDR; i wanted to show khushi learning to be honest and feeling secure in the marriage; arnav helping her navigate and express her needs

+ made a teeny tiny reference to the "it's okayyy, you're my wife, it's your right" dialogue here if you caught it!