I Am Always Thinking About Art Getting A Little Too Tipsy And Making His Way Back To His Dorm Room, Only

i love the idea of sucking on arts nipples, like we’re ridding him and just lean down and start sucking as he’s whinny and bucking into us UGHHH

NGHHH you get it...

i feel like arts nipples are SOOO sensitive, but he didn't even know about it until he met you.. like a lot of things, you got him to explore what he liked and wasn't brave enough to try it on his own <3

his head is already in the clouds when you're riding him, the weight of you on his lap feeling both overstimulating and comforting at the same time.. at first you slowly lean down and lick at them softly, causing arts hips to buck up into you, and he almost screams when you scrape your teeth against his nipples, shivering and shaking which both pleasure and pain, a mix that quickly causes him to squirt his cum deep into you.. <3

you pull off of him gently with one last swipe at his nipples and art completely melts into the sheets below him <3

dare i say he looks the prettiest in this scene.. just his cute tight hoodie and his pretty curly hair :(( and he's yearning so bad and there's a sadness in his eyes that i find extremely attractive.. like art no let tashi fuck patrick.. come back up to your room and we can cuddle <333

art humping the bed when you’re asleep cause he doesn’t want to wake you but the shaking of the bed does but you make him keep going until the puddle under him gets bigger and bigger

urghh and he’s such a nasty lil perv about it:/

he’s biting the collar of his tee shirt while he ruts into the mattress, rocking his hips feverishly in an attempt to soothe the hot ache in his lower stomach, but it’s been an hour since he’s started and there’s no end in sight ! ! he’s come at least three times and he’s still humping the sheets like he’s in heat or something !

when you wake up, you blink your eyes open sleepily and realize what he’s doing immediately (the sounds of the bedframe creaking are enough to fill you in…)

your hand startles him slightly as it slides down his back, and he whimpers as he turns his head to look to you next to him

“.. unghh— ‘m sorry, i’m sorry, baby, it fucking hurts… i gotta cum, i’m still cumminnnghh—“ his eyes rolling back as his pelvis jolts down harshly and he comes undone again.

you lean in and press a tired, open-mouthed kiss to his neck, and whisper against his warm skin, “i don’t care that you’re doing this in general, but you woke me up, babe…”

“i know, i’m s-sorry..”

“keep moving your hips… you’re gonna put on a show for me before i let you stop… gimme two more orgasms…” your lips brush his jaw.

he keens and nods, wanting nothing more than to please you despite the prickling overstimulation wrecking his cock in his wet boxers. “okay.. okay..”

he fucks himself twice more down against the bedding before he creams his underwear full of his spend. by the end of it, he’s gasping for air and writhing, drool pooling over his bottom lip.

you peck a kiss to his cheek, smiling, and then turn back over to go to sleep. “g’night..!”

he can only let out an anguished, shaky moan in return, trying to get the room to stop spinning.

he brought it on himself, really..

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.”

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thinking about oral fixation art rn like getting him a chew necklace so he can be stimulated when he can’t suck your fingers (or your clit) URRRRGH RAHH

NO YOU GET IT.. sometimes you're just too tired from school or work and you don't have the energy to deal with him (you'll make it up to him later by letting him suck on your clit for however long he wants to)... he gets embarrassed when you give it to him, he doesn't want you thinking he's stupid for needing these things but you don't!! you reassure him it's okay, it's cute even that he can't keep his mouth off of anything. he uses it when he's stressed out and you aren't there, or you don't have the energy.. he just pops it in his mouth when he needs it, usually while doing homework or even just watching tv <33 he definitely likes you better though, he'll beg and plead until you finally let him suck on your fingers (or clit) like he wants to <3

fuckkk this is IT... i will always further the "art who cums ropes until he can't cum anymore" agenda + he cries <3

patrick is a dribbler, art is a shooter and i mean BUCKETS

-💜

Art cums so much like he paints his tummy and chest with ropes and ropes it's sooo messy <3 Could probably hit his face honestly if he hadn't cum in a while tbh

day 5: "bend over" <3

art loves the feeling of your hands on him. no matter if you're holding his hand, caressing his hair, rubbing his back, or.. stroking his dick.

art is currently sitting on the edge of your bed, hands fisting the sheets and legs trembling as you kiss him. your fingers work against his pulsing dick, one hand cradling the back of his head, the other hand between the two of your heated bodies. art can't stop the trembling of his legs, feeling as if he's standing on jello. he whines, alerting you to his subtle discomfort. you give him a peck before ordering him, "bend over"

arts eyes widen before he complies, supporting himself on his elbows as he pretty much presents himself to you, back arched, pretty blue eyes looking back at you. you kneel behind him and spread him open, making art hide his face in the bed in embarrassment. you lean forward to lick at his balls, firm and throbbing and tensing with arousal. while you nose at his perineum your hand comes to tug at his dick, wet with his precum that is drooling out of his swollen tip.

arts moans are muffled by the mattress, his back bowing with pleasure that's almost too much for him to take. he practically screams when you take him into your mouth, swallowing around him to finish him off. arts head is still in the mattress but you can hear him moan out for you, "'m cumminggg.. it's gonna b' so much 'm sorry" and he's right of course, cum quickly fills your mouth with the slightly salty taste.

he gets overstimulated immediately, squirming to get out of your hold. you let him get up and face you again and art eagerly leans down and kisses you, sighing when he tastes his own cum on your tongue. what a pervert <3

every time i go on c.ai i wish i had the patience/ability to make bots but i don't 😭😭 shout out to all y'all bot creators i am truly hanging on your every word when you announce new bots, thank you for your service 🙏

art sucking on your tits casually like in the morning sorry is that weird or like art breeding kink like when you’re pregnant and lactating and it hurts what sorry ignore this if it’s weird bye bye have a good day 💖💝💝💓💓💖

no not weird at all 🎀🎀🎀

literally i agree with you sm.. like when art lived alone/with patrick, i FIRMLY believe that the corner of his pillow always had a wet spot from where he would suck on while he fell asleep, or even while he was just doing something on his phone or working on honework.

so when he gets into a relationship with someone where he can suck on their tits all the time... oh he's a goner!! art will literally suck on your tits any chance he gets, he literally cannot go to sleep without lifting up your top and suckling on you.

it gets even worse when you get pregnant.. you can't help but complain about how heavy and sore your chest is, but art is a good husband.. and he'll do anything to make you feel better, including expertly sucking the milk out of your swollen breasts (he just hopes you don't notice the raging boner in his pants.. he isn't sure how to explain that yet) <3