I AM GOING TO LOSE IT.. I Need To Be In Bed With Him Rn.. I Know His Skin Is So Soft And Nice To Touch..

day 20: lazy sex <3

you're dragging your feet across the floor, hauling your backpack on your shoulders. after your last final before break, your mind is absolutely empty, only looking forward to collapsing in bed. you rustle your keys out of your pocket, unlocking your door and practically falling into your room. what you don't notice, is that art is sitting at your desk, patiently waiting for you to get home, and his face lights up when he sees you, and then gets concerned when you immediately fall into your bed. "are you alright babe?" art asks you, coming to lean against the side of your bed. you groan, turning your head to the side on your pillow so that you can talk to him. "that bad, huh?" art smooths his hand over your head, sliding into bed next to you. you nod, snuggling closer to him. "just relax yeah? let me take care of you.. please?" art knows you'd do the same for him, and he wants to prove that he's good for you, always.

you nod, tucking your head into his neck and letting him strip off your pants, kicking them to the end of the bed. art runs his large hands up and down your legs. you wrap your arms around his back, pulling his (your) sweatshirt up off of his back. art shivers when you trail your nails down his lean back, distracting himself by pulling off your loose t-shirt. you're extra thankful that you didn't wear a bra today, partly because of your long day of exams, and also because you know art hates taking them off. art cups your breasts with his palms, pressing small kisses on the soft skin. arts lips return to your face, "turn around for me, please" he says softly and you oblige.

you turn around on the bed, letting art spoon you a little bit as he strips himself of his pants and briefs. you feel the warm, wet sensation of his dick brushing up against your back and you can't help but arch into the feeling. art smiles, gently lifting your leg up to place over his hip, giving himself easier entry into you. arts hands are wrapped tight around your stomach, fingers rubbing circles and patterns into your flushed skin. "ill go slow.. i promise" art nuzzles into your neck, lifting up his hips to push himself into you. you whine softly at the stretch and art coos at you, whispering apologies. art thrusts into you slowly, slower than he normally would, but he knows you want it soft today, so he adheres to your wishes, as always.

art is hardly even thrusting into you at this point, if someone walked in they would probably think the two of you are just embracing. you love the comforting warmth of art, his chest against your back and his balls pressed flush against you. art makes small humping movements with his hips, hitting deep inside you over and over again, the feeling almost more intense than regular sex. art can tell you're tired, and he wants to make you feel good as soon as possible, so he snakes his hand around your body and rubs small hurried circles around your clit. you moan his name softly, clutching his bicep with your hand.

you cum quickly thanks to arts ministrations, clenching faster and faster around him until the pressure on your clit is too much and you can't hold back any longer. art lets you take what you need from him, happily watching you move your hips on him to elongate your orgasm. once you come to your senses, you tap art on the arm to let him know he can pull out, and you realize he hasn't cum. "w-wait you didn't cum? i feel bad art.. i could give you a blow job or something.." you offer to art, turning back around to face him. art shakes his head, pulling a blanket over you and tucking you in. "no, no it's okay really.. i just wanted you to relax.. to feel better" he says. you smile and feel warmth cover your cheeks, hiding your face in arts neck.

god, he really is the best boyfriend you could ask for <3

muahaha... cozy art christmas fic coming soon (with some spice cuz i know my audience) and yes i know it isn't even thanksgiving yet so shush!!!

it's nighttime so it's horny time...

i wanna suck on the tip of arts cock like a lollipop <333

day 14: over a surface (car sex) <3

"a-are you sure people won't see us?" art mumbles into the collar of your shirt, glancing out of the window of the car into the dark parking lot. "'m sure art.. it's so late no ones even gonna think about coming here.." you respond quickly, cooing at him in a way that silences all the doubt in his mind. "okay.. okay" art presses you up against the car door, whispering a small "sorry" when you shiver against the cold glass. you try your best to accommodate art between your legs, spreading them as much as you can in the cramped back seat.

art unzips your coat gently, throwing it into the front seat and attaching his lips to the side of your neck. you tangle your fingers into his golden hair, cupping the back of his neck. art groans, pushing his body backwards so that he can lift up your shirt, kissing the soft skin of your stomach gently. you smile, slipping the shirt off your body, hissing when your bare skin touches the chilly window. art hums an apology against you yet again, making it up to you by kneading your breasts with his hands. you arch your back to meet his touch, before pulling his hair softly and making him meet your lips once more.

arts hands wander to the waistband of your pants, looking up at you with blue puppy dog eyes. "can i?" art is practically drooling at this point, elated when you nod and let him pull them down your legs. art places your legs on his shoulders, bending down and attaching his lips to your cunt, swirling his tongue in circles against your clit. you moan his name, forgetting you're technically in a public place. art hums against you, rubbing his nose against your clit while pressing his tongue into you, his large hands placed on the back of your thighs, his thumbs occasionally rubbing softly. you feel your self getting closer and closer to the edge, clenching against his tongue you pull art away by his hair.

art pouts and looks up at you, obviously eager to get between your thighs again. "just be patient art.. let me make you feel good too.." you gently press your heel against his buldge, causing arts hips to buck up against your foot (which causes an usual wave of arousal.. but he'll focus on that later). art nods, switching places with you so now his back is against the window, spreading his legs like you did a moment before. you unzip his jeans, pulling them down his shaven legs along with his checkered boxers.

arts cock springs up against his stomach, causing him to whine in embarrassment. you eagerly lick the length of his cock, paying extra attention to the spot right under his tip, knowing that's where he's most sensitive. your hand strokes him up and down while your mouth focuses on his almost purple tip, licking his slit that's drooling slightly salty precum into your waiting mouth. you re-position him so that you can lick at his base, taking one of his squishy balls into your mouth, lapping at it messily. arts body twitches and squirms from the stimulation, his balls drawing up quicker than he expected.

"w-wait stop.." art groans, making you remove his cock from your mouth quickly. "are you okay?" you're worried that all of this happened to fast for him. "i- yes im okay i just didn't wanna cum yet.." art says shyly, biting the inside of his lip. you smile, maneuvering yourself so that you're sitting on his lap, and art can lean against the back of the seat. art gasps when he enters you, the warmth and tightness surrounding him becoming overwhelming quickly. art is okay with letting you do the work, watching you with stars in his eyes as you bounce up and down on him. anyone who walked by could immediately know what was going on inside of the car, but neither you or art cared at this point, only focused on the way your sweat slicked bodies rub against each other.

the soft plaps of your thighs on his and both of your combined moans fill the car, a symphony of sounds which you could never become bored of. art is getting closer, just watching you use him for your own pleasure is enough to make his balls pulse under him. you're in the same position though, arts cock is hitting all the smushy spots inside of you and the thought of anyone walking by and seeing you sends shocks of pleasure through your body. "'m- im gonna cum.. 'm gonna cum s' much baby.. it's gonna b' so much.. just f' you" art babbles on under you, giving a couple upward thrusts before his hips still.

art moans loudly, as usual, as shivers wrack through his body as his cum spills inside of you. the feeling of being filled up by art sends you over the edge as well, the rolling of your hips slowing down and stopping as you ride out your orgasm. arts chest moves slowly with his breaths as he comes down from his high, and you don't care that he's shiny with sweat when you rest your head against him. "you okay?" art asks softly, his voice a little scratchy from all the moaning he's been doing. you nod, "yes.. although i think we should probably get out of here.. anyone within a 50 mile radius probably heard you moaning" you tease, and arts cheeks flush red <3

https://www.tumblr.com/lovetrt/758294389955117056/nerd

need him to keep the glasses on as i make them fog up :///

nerdys boys <33

brrrrr

sweet, innocent, nerdy art who’s really good at math and solving rubik cubes coming over to tutor you.

he’s so kind and attentive and doesn’t mind it when you shuffle up next to him, warm thighs pressed together. he goes over formulas and the different ways to apply them while you gently press circles into his knee. the concepts and sweet cadence of his voice makes everything from calculus to basic addition completely nonsensical to you. everything blurs into a mess of numbers and pale skin and fresh linen scents.

poor art doesn’t know what to do when you get all spacey. asks if you’re okay, if you’re with him a few times, brows furrowing at the noise you mumble in response. he asks if you need a break, to which you immediately say yes to.

you shuffle to face him, but he’s already turning back, hands digging into his navy blue backpack. it’s a wonder how someone could be so innocently adorable and panty-dripping hot all at once. his dark glasses sit perfectly on his cute nose, and the shape of his jaw is addictive to look at. you want to trace a finger down from right under his ear to his chin.

he turns back around and, despite your new proximity, keeps his gaze on the rubik cube in his hands. he fiddles with it a bit, his long fingers expertly solving the colorful puzzle before undoing it. he’s too engrossed in it to notice your intense gaze on his veiny hands.

you’re reaching out to it before you could realize. the tips of your fingers touch his own.

“oh, do you want to try?” he looks at you for the first time since your little break began.

you shake your head and pull the object away from him anyway, igniting an adorable confusion on art’s face. you lay the cube to rest on top of the forgotten textbook.

you shuffle closer to art, propping yourself up on your knees to swing a leg over his thigh. the hair on his thigh tickles the apex of your legs.

“w-what are you doing?” art stammers. your hand moves on its own, coming around to cup his jaw. your thumb lingers on his bottom lip.

“i want to kiss you.”

art gazes up at you, doe eyes made bigger from his lenses. the beginnings of a nod are all it takes for you to lean forward and catch his bottom lip between yours.

his lips are pillowy soft and taste of mint and sugar. he whines into it, a breathy thing that dissipates into the air around you. you would’ve missed it if you weren’t so close. his large hands entrap your hips when you deepen the kiss. he brings you in impossibly closer. your nose crashes awkwardly into his glasses, but neither of you seem to care.

you kiss and kiss and don’t stop kissing until your knees are numb and red and his heavy breaths fan your cheek. his glasses are fogged up and sitting crooked on the bridge of his nose, his lips are stained from your dark lipstick, and his curls are all messed up. you can’t help but giggle at his disheveled, fucked out look. you’ve barely done anything to him, and he’s already melting into a puddle of neediness.

you fix his glasses and try (and fail) to smudge the gloss off his lips. “kay, next chapter? i’m still really rusty with the new formula.”

art snaps out of his kiss-induced trance with a little shake of his head like a cute puppy drying himself off. “yes, y-yeah.”

FUCKKKK i moaned... this has nourished me in a significant way

thinking about walking in on art frotting w patrick and they both look up and whimper when u enter the room:/ they beg you to stay and watch them finish all over each other’s toned tummies; rubbing and smearing their mixed spend between their hips when they finally let go together <3

OMGGGG y'all santa came early this year... this is so exciting im getting all jittery just thinking about it!!!!

up next…

y'all i just reached 1,000 reblogs.. tysm.. the growth on this blog has been so so crazy and i only have y'all to thank!! my one ask though.. please don't forget me when you move on to other interests because i will still be here talking about this silly movie <3

art kissing all over your face really happy clingy like puppy vibes when you come home cause he missed you so much

ugh yes..

i fully believe in house husband art.. just cleaning and cooking and working out while you're off at your high paying job.. the only downside to this arrangement is that art is left home alone with nothing else to do but think about you all day :( you'd never tell him that you really do think of him like a cute little puppy, trailing after you everywhere, brushing up against your hand so you'll play with his hair, and giving you wet kisses when you come home after an awfully long day..

he always is anxiously waiting by the door when you're 30 seconds later than you usually arrive home, his mind reeling from all the "what ifs" and worst possible case scenarios, but once he hears your keys jingle outside the door, he's elated. he looks you up and down to see if you're alright (you always are) and then wraps his arms around you tightly, kissing all over your cheeks and nose and forehead, rambling about how much he missed you all day and what he made you for dinner and how he hopes you like it because you've been working so hard all week..

yes.. house husband art is very real to me <3

ARTRICK BOT RELEASE !!! (11/13/24) ⌢⠀ 🎾 .ᐟ

art donaldson ・゜゜・．coach's orders. you’re art’s newest player— an up-and-coming name in the tennis world— but you’re stubborn and prone to working yourself to the bone in the name of the game. tashi would’ve loved you if she’d gotten her hands on you first, but you’re here with him, on his private backyard court, listening to his advice about your game and ultimately, your career. and damnit, art’s not going to take that for granted (even if it means pushing the delicate boundaries between an athlete and their coach). you’ve got to learn how to relax, and art’s not opposed to bending you over the net if that’ll fix things.

art donaldson ・゜゜・．lesson planning. it’s your first year having a hands-on role in building out and finalizing the curriculum for the middle school english department, but your focus has been equally split between what books your kids are going to read and the head of the english department himself, mr. donaldson. you’d been wary to accept such a high responsibility in the first place, but he’d insisted that you help him review the materials during prep week, and you'd never say no to art… even if it means awkwardly dancing around the fact that you’re both clearly into one another— oh, and that he’s finally taken off his wedding ring.

art and patrick ・゜゜・．night of the living frat! it really should be sacrilegious that sigma chi’s hosting a costume party just a week after halloween, but none of the brothers had been able to resist yet another party before finals overtook the rest of the semester. besides— who passes up a chance to dress up and drink? the music’s loud, the drinks are a-flowin’, and you’d never be able to tell that tonight isn’t halloween. no one’s the wiser… which only makes it harder for art and patrick to keep their hands to themselves and their heads out of the gutter when you eventually materialize. hopefully they can convince you to stay the night… if they can remember how to share first.

patrick zweig ・゜゜・．mr. z. everyone loves mr. zweig— or “mr. z” as the students like to call him— and as the newest teacher amongst the faculty ranks, he’s quick to make nice and befriend everyone, including you. normally, you’d normally be skeptical of a washed-up pro tennis player coming to fill in the vacant gym teacher position, but you instead find yourself spending more time with patrick and enjoying yourself. it’s only a matter of time before you realize that lines are blurring and that whatever is going on between you both is way more than a friendship between fellow teachers coworkers.

patrick zweig ・゜゜・．shopping spree. frequent trips to the high-end side of the city had never been your sort of thing thing, but now that you’re dating patrick they’ve become a weekly occurrence. you never leave empty-handed, and it’s always on his dime (at his insistence, of course, it’s all chump change to him anyway). who cares about the staring you two get when he totes you and your purchases of the day around the city?— he’s the one that gets to go about his business with you on his arm. everyone else is just lucky he just can’t help showing you off while he does.

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