What If I Said After All This Time I Actually Still Ship Art And Patrick More Out Of The Whole Throuple??

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

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ty tysm for the tag!!! ily <33

last song: good graces - sabrina carpenter

favorite color: i go back and forth but either pink or purple 💜💗

last book: the immortal life of jenrietta lacks

last movie: final destination 3 (halloween season!!!)

last tv show: modern family

sweet/spicy/savoury: i gotta have both sweet and savoury at the same time

relationship status: freshly single <3

last thing i googled: the word "exigence"

current obsession: dark haired men with big biceps

looking forward to: halloween 🎃

tags: @artdcnaldson @voidsuites @diyasgarden @jesuistrestriste @mossgooblyn @girliism @judeable-brainrot

Ten people I’d like to get to know better ᯓᡣ𐭩

thanks for the tag queen @missworld19 !!!!!!

last song: sexy boy by air, i’ve been obsessed with this song recently

favourite colour: hmmm maybe pink but i’ve really been loving blue lately

last book: wuthering heights IT WAS BANGING

last movie: woman of the hour, anna kendrick’s directorial debut IT SLAYED

last tv show: ahs probably 🙈

sweet/spicy/savoury: sweet!

relationship status: single 👎

last thing i googled: “jfk mbti”…

current obsession: the outsiders— i used to be obsessed with this a few years ago when i read the book for the first time but i can feel the obsession resurging

looking forward to: christmas!!!!!

no pressure tags!!!: @lisboncy @rockandrollsgroupie @retard-girl @saintzweig @birdieapplee @f3mcelbambi @lolitaondrugsssss @losverdust @evanpeterswifeyyy @evvyyypeters-fics

i think that art is very much like the main character from ratatouille because they both will do anything for you if you pull their hair

i am always thinking about art getting a little too tipsy and making his way back to his dorm room, only to find out that patricks got another girl in there.. so he makes the familiar trip to your dorm <3

loud knocking echoes through your room, and you're thankful your roommate is on vacation or else you're sure she would complain endlessly. the knocking continues as you check the time. 1:45am. you mumble and yawn and rub your eyes as you walk to the door, opening it slowly and peeking out. there's art, red eyes and flushed cheeks, hair beautifully messed up from the wind outside. he sniffles. "'m sorry i really didn't mean t' wake you up.. jus' need somewhere t'sleep" he murmurs, grabbing onto the edge of your door for support. you welcome him in quickly, leading him like a shepherd leads his sheep to your bed, sitting him down.

"art.. what happened? it's so late" he takes a second to comprehend what you're saying. "well i wen' to this party 'n patrick left to go makeout with some girl.. 'n then these guys started a drinking game 'n wanted me t' join.. so i did and.." he pauses, obviously embarrassed. "'n then i drank too much and threw up on their lawn.. everyone was laughing.." he whines, looking to you as if you can turn back time to save him from humiliation. "oh art.." you look him up and down, his clothes are messed up and dirty, and he looks absolutely exhausted and miserable. "alright um.. here's what ill do, drink some water art, ill try to find you a shirt and some old shorts to wear okay? you can sleep here" you know you worry too much but in his current state you're worried someone might come along and take advantage of him on the walk back to his dorm.

art drains your water bottle like a man dying of thirst, looking up at you with watery eyes when you hand him some clothes. "my old boyfriend left these here so.. they probably fit you, and im sure you wouldn't want to wear my shorts.." art nods, taking the clothes, but in his drunken state he almost remarks that, no, he wouldn't mind wearing your shorts, the ounce of connection he would feel would be worth the embarrassment. art stumbles up and changes in the bathroom, you hear him knocking around in there for almost ten minutes before he emerges, pulling up the shorts that are almost falling off of his lean frame. with your help, he gets into bed, letting you tuck him in, in such a caring way that makes arts heart beat faster. "im just gonna be over in my roommates bed okay? sleep well art" you can tell that he wants to say something, but after a second he just nods his head and pulls the covers around him.

art lasts about 10 minutes before he's softly calling your name, half hoping you're already asleep so you won't reject him. to his (un)happiness, you turn over in bed, meeting his eyes across the room. "what's up?" you ask, smiling at the familiar whispering across the room that reminded you of many sleepovers as a child. "i- um can you just come over here?" he asks. you sigh, getting out of bed and quietly padding over to your bed. "i can't sleep" art states. you look at your clock placed on your desk, "well it has only been ten minutes art.. just give yourself some time." you turn to walk away but art grabs your wrist. "no.. um.. can you stay in this bed tonight?" if you weren't listening as hard as you would you wouldn't be able to hear the near-whisper that comes out of his mouth. "please?" he whines, looking up at you with those pathetic blue eyes of his. you can't help but agree, crawling in bed behind him, adjusting your pillow. "thank you" art squeaks out, curling up on himself.

now it's you who can't last ten minutes. looking at art, alone and sad tugs at your heartstrings, triggering an almost maternal care for him that you're sure will be problematic later. you move art so that his head is now placed on your shoulder, his warm steady breaths hitting the side of your neck. before you can think about it, your hand comes down to rub his back softly, reflecting that it always helped you fall asleep quick when your mother would do it. you feel arts eye lashes flutter against you as his eyes droop, body melting into yours as sleep takes over his body. you fall asleep only minutes later, secretly wishing that patrick would kick art out of his dorm more often <3

PLEASE DO OTHER LINKS FOR PATRICK

✴challengers p links pt 2✴

(same as last time.. 18+ under the cut)

Art Donaldson:

art just needs you after a long day of tennis practice <3

you told art he can't put it in until he wins a game <3

dilf! art can't keep his hands off of you when you wear the lingerie he bought you <3

the first time art fucks you without a condom he cums so fast <3

art just loves your thighs <3

Patrick Zweig:

you told patrick you wanna wait until marriage but he convinces you to do this <3

patrick can't keep his hands off of you.. even on a camping trip <3

patrick knows you have a hard time sleeping.. so he has a solution <3

he likes to tease you and make you ride his thigh when you're really needy <3

patrick using your ass as a stress toy after an annoying day <3

writing like a madwoman rn so i can get this cute fic out for y'all!! much more writing to come.. ive been pretty busy!!

it is freaky friday...

and i would like to admit that i have recently been HEAVILY fantasizing about cuddly morning sex with art... especially in those blue panties of his.. thinking about how his whole body is so soft and smooth and warm.. he definitely wraps his legs around your waist.. trying his best to grind against you to get rid of his morning wood, but it's no use :( he gets you to spread your legs for him and slowly rock his hips into you, whining and groaning into your neck sweetly.. and right before he cums he begs, "please hold my hand.. p-please mghh need to touch you.." he slams his hips into you as you pumps you full, staying inside you for a few minutes before pulling out and laying on your chest.. falling asleep once again with you rubbing his back <3

GOD this picture makes me crazy... like the way he's lowkey straddling her lap.. and he's like chasing her mouth ARGHH i need him so bad.. i know he'll literally always need you to break the kiss of first cuz if it had it his way he'd literally just kiss you until he passes out <333

i am in an extreme patrick zweig mood rn.... send help

his nose

his eyes

his freckles

his lips

his face

i’m dead