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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

hey y'all!!! sadly i have to announce that the "loverboy" fic with art is gonna have to be postponed, im currently studying for a healthcare competition and preparing music for a solo/ensemble competition and i just don't have any time to work on it this week 💔 i do have some more simple asks in my inbox so ill definitely get to those, but sadly no long fic until my life calms down a bit <3 thank y'all for understanding

you showed up after work, im bathin' your body/touch you in places only i know

art wipes the sweat from his brow, satisfied with temperature currently in the sauna. he flexes his shoulders, muscles relaxing with the heat. art quickly feels himself getting a little too warm, wrapping his towel loosely around his waist and stepping out of the sauna with a sigh of relief. art runs his fingers through his hair, pulling the wet strands away from his face. he sits down on the bench next to his locker mustering his energy to go shower and rinse the sweat off of his body. he flinches slightly when a hand is placed on his shoulder, relaxing when he looks up and sees your face. "how'd you get in here?" art questions you, not mad that you're here. "just pretended i was going to the women's locker.. you told me you would be the only one here today so i thought id come surprise you.." you lean down, kissing the heated skin of his shoulder, admiring the freckles that are scattered over his back. art stands up, dropping his towel on the ground and holding out his hand to you, "come shower with me?"

you're wet and you're warm just like our bathwater/can we make love before you go?

you get up and follow him into the shower room, smiling up at him as he turns the faucet on, shivering at the first droplets of cold water before it turns warm. art rests his head on your shoulder, running his hands down your wet skin. "glad you're here.." he mumbles into your skin, slowly starting to rock his hips into the small of your back. "please can i.." art snakes his arm towards your stomach, moving it down to cup your cunt, nimble fingers trying to swirl around your clit. you moan, tipping your head back onto his shoulder behind you. nodding, you help art guide himself into you, whining at the stretch as art grips your hips so tight he may leave bruises in the shape of his hands. he shudders when he presses himself fully into you, balls smushed up against you in a way that makes you moan and back your hips into him. "you're so fuckin' warm.." he groans into you, obviously exhausted after a long day of practice but you can tell this is what he needs, moving his hips quickly and sharply into you. art moves your body for you, almost using you for his own pleasure, but you don't mind, happy to just have him holding you in the warm rinse of the shower.

the way you say my name makes me feel like im that -/but im still unemployed

"art.." you moan his name, almost feeling like it's being punched out of you with the strength of his thrusts, knowing that if someone even peeked into the locker room they would be able to hear what was going on. you try to hold onto him as best you can, with both of you sliding against each other with the water making your skin slick. art gathers himself enough that he's able to rub at your cit again, and the feeling of his fingers, his cock, his body lean and strong behind you and the water.. it's almost too much. it’s so much stimulation that you find yourself unable to stop your orgasm from crashing over the edge and art is right behind you, pumping ropes of his cum into you and fucking it back in even after he’s got nothing left to give. he doesn’t stop until there’s a creamy ring at the base of his cock and it’s leaking out all over the inside of your thighs, quickly getting washed into the drain. you look behind you and art is almost pouting, sad that evidence of all his hard work went, literally, down the drain. you lean up to kiss him softly, smiling against his lips. "cmon art, ill make it up to you" art matches your smile as you lower your knees to the tiled floor of the shower <3

NEED THAT LOVERBOY FIC NOWWWW‼️

it will be out sometime next week!! sadly im very very busy but it'll be super cute for y'all <3

cooking smth up for you guys..

imagine you and art studying together, and he was too distracted with his games to actually do the homework so he teases you and acts all innocent when he’s really trying to get those homework awnsers out of you…

(sorry i’m not best at explaining i hope this made sense)

YUPPPPP

since he earned a scholarship from playing tennis, it's hard for art to focus on academics, when it's not really what he's in school for!

he tries hard in the first semester of his freshman year.. but then he kind of gives up and coasts on his successful career as a college tennis player. finally his coach makes him get a tutor; you.

art needs the most help in math, because he has such a hard time paying attention. the first time you meet, he seems like the classic jock, not pressured like anyone else to actually try hard at school. for the first few tutoring sessions art just sits there on his phone, humming in response whenever you answer a problem on his homework, or teasing you about being such a "nerd". you roll your eyes, pretty much fed up with doing his homework every day while he just sits and plays stupid games on his phone. you decide to finally say something.

"you know i don't have to do this for you, right? it's frustrating when im literally doing your work for you and you never even do as much as say thank you." art looks up from his phone, initially having a look of surprise on his face, but quickly covering it up with a pout. "im really, really sorry.. its just.. ive been so tired after tennis, and i have so much practice that i barely sleep.." he almost has a whine in his voice, "im really sorry.. it's just.. i don't even think i can do all the stuff that you do, you're so smart.." he looks up at you with those baby blue eyes and you can't help but feel sorry for him. "art.. you're smart, for real. if you just applied yourself to the work you'd be as good as i am in no time.." he nods slowly, putting down his phone. "i guess you're right.. let me make it up to you though, can i buy you dinner or something?" art looks at you earnestly, eyes searching yours for any hints of you giving in. you sigh, "okay.. sure, only if you promise to actually do your work once and a while." art nods happily and crosses his fingers behind his back, "oh of course i will"

you both get up and leave, art satisfied that you're now under his little spell <3

was any1 gonna release a subspace! art bot.. ive been yearning for it but now i can't remember who it was 😭😭

elton is such a mood.. i literally screamed when they won 😭😭

totally disappointed that josh and mike didn't come to the golden globes.. (zendaya looked amazing) and they won!!!! i think it was totally deserved because i listen to that soundtrack literally every day :)

but fr.. where are josh and mike.. i wanted new content tonight!!!

This with art donaldson. Imagine his voice cracking when you do a particularly deep bounce GOD

ugh yessssssss

this but making him watch his filmed tournaments.. making him narrate his plays and moves while he's whining and moaning.. giving him a deep bounce when he scores.. but stopping when he allows his opponent to score.. it makes him stumble through his words cuz he's sooooo embarrassed and he cums so so quick <3

Imagine being secret fwb with Patrick UGH you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off each otherrrrrrrrrrrr

omg i loveeeee this sm...

no one knows about the two of you.. surprisingly patrick is able to keep it a secret, even from art. it's definitely a situation of convenience for him.. you fuck like rabbits when he comes back from tour to visit art.. and he never texts you while he's away (except for an occasional picture of him in the shower after a game).

i feel like one time he didn't tell you he'd be visiting art, and you see him at a crowded frat party from across the room.. you head into the kitchen to grab another drink to fill your red solo cup, and when you turn around you're face to face with him.. you make small talk because your friends are watching, wondering what you're doing with a guy who obviously doesn't go to stanford. he walks away.. but a moment later you get a text from him saying "meet me upstairs ;)"

you two are on each other immediately, patrick skillfully unhooking your bra and you slipping his jeans down his legs.. you're lucky the party downstairs is so loud, or else everyone would be able to hear the sound on the headboard banging against the wall.. "best pussy i ever fuckin' had.." he groans lowly against you. you almost wish he wasn't being responsible when he cums inside of the condom, only a thin latex shield stopping you from feeling just how much he missed you..

you both stumble downstairs afterwards, staggering your exits so no one could realize the two of you were upstairs together.. you don't see him at the party after that, but when you get home and get in bed, your phone dings with a notification from patrick..

"thanks for being such a great friend" <3

NEED more p links PLEEEAASEEE 🙏🙏🙏

challengers p links: part 3 (18+ under the cut)

the type of videos art sends you while he's away at tournaments <3

art donaldson:

patrick zweig:

art gets so stressed out.. so you help him relax <3

he looks so pretty when he sleeps <3

art loves getting overstimulated <3

leaving kiss marks all over his pretty dick <3

amazon position is arts favorite <3

he's obsessed with how soft you are <3

just let him use you after tour <3

he feels bad for being gone so long.. let him make it up to you <3

patrick gets so hard from eating you out <3

slow sex late at night <3

a new position with patrick <3

need to have relationship with patrick and art thats centered around ART instead of centered around me (the reader) like ik we're all little horny freaks who want patrick and art to fight over us but.. what about fighting with patrick over art..? just food for thot :)

happy new years!!! (it's 2am) ik i always talk about it but im so so seriously thankful for y'all.. the challengers community has been so welcoming to me even though i started a bit late in the game.. y'all are honestly so nice and thank you to everyone who's ever interacted with my posts!! im so glad y'all like the crazy thoughts in my brain.. many more to come in 2025!!

(p.s.. maybe im misremembering but i feel like a while ago i saw someone post about making a subspace art c.ai bot.. who was that.. is it real.. is it out yet.. all these questions i have)

love y'all sm!!!

i need to have a three way kiss with art and patrick at midnight 🙏

day 27: bondage <3

authors note: these next couple days will just be headcanons sadly.. maybe tmi but im currently prepping for a colonoscopy so.. not feeling great and haven't eaten in about 12+ hours 😭

i actually really think that art likes to be tied up, but he has to learn to like it. at first, it made him feel a little panicky because he couldn't move or touch you like he wants to, and it's harder to soothe himself. you have to do it a couple times when you're not having sex in order to get him used to the feeling and learn how to still communicate with you while being tied up <3

once art gets more comfortable, he finds that getting tied up makes his thoughts almost disappear, a stark difference between his usual thoughts that run wild 24/7 <3

art also really enjoys watching you tie him up, the way your fingers skillfully knot the rope and maneuver it into patterns that keep his hands behind his back or his legs spread. he could watch you work on the knots for hours, the way your eyebrows furrow and you bite your lip in concentration only makes his dick harder <3

art gets so much more sensitive when he's tied up as well, even a slight brush of your fingers on his skin will make him shiver, and precum to drool out of him <3

i headcanon that art has really sensitive skin, so you have to buy silk or velvet ropes to make sure he doesn't get rashes :( one of the things art loves most about being tied up is the aftercare he gets, he loves the way you massage and rub lotion over the red marks left by the rope <3

day 25: outside the bedroom (in the shower) <3

you're home late, later than you want to be. art had to make dinner for only himself (when usually he thrives at making dinner for the both of you) and you had to grab a quick meal at the taco place on the way home. you're tired when you walk in the door, dropping your keys on the cabinet next to the door, and placing your coat on the rack. you're surprised when art doesn't come and greet you, he always comes to say hi immediately when you walk through the door after being home alone practically all day. you walk through the house, looking in the kitchen and the living room before moving to the bedroom, starting to get worried when you don't see him.

your worries are stopped however, when you hear the running shower in the bathroom, relief washing over your body. you sigh, sitting on the edge of your bed. you feel bad, you've been home late almost every night this week, and although art says it's okay, you know it's hard on him to not see you for long periods of time. you make a decision, pulling off your clothes and folding them on your bed before walking to the bathroom and pulling open the door.

"it's me!" you yell out to art, trying to make sure he doesn't get scared. art peeks his head out of the shower curtain, preparing to ask why you're home late again but pausing when he sees that you're naked. "oh- h-hi.. d'you wanna come in?" art gets the sentence out, blushing like this is the first time he's ever seen you without clothes on. you giggle and nod, stepping into the shower with him. you're glad the two of you invested in a house with a big shower able to fit the both of you when you stand beside art, letting the water rush over you. art looks down at you, his hair dripping water all over your face. "art..." you groan, wiping water out of your eyes. "s-sorry!" art apologizes softly, turning up the temperature of the water so that you're more comfortable, knowing that as a (retired) athlete he usually takes colder showers than you would choose to.

"im sorry im late again art.. our shitty printer broke again and i had to print out these documents for my boss.." you ramble. art smiles, "it's okay really.. you know ive just been missing you recently.. the only time we spend together nowadays is before bed.." art almost pouts at you, the water rushing over his head making him seem even sadder than he is. arts lanky arms wrap around you, his soft skin a welcome texture against yours. you don't fail to notice his dick poking against your thigh, unable to tell if he's drooling precum against you or the water is just running down your legs (it's both).

before you have a chance to draw attention to it, his lips are on yours. kissing you eagerly as if it's been a million years. arts hands grow braver, sliding down the small of your back to grope at your ass, kneading the flesh between his fingers. you gasp into his mouth, art swallowing your quiet moans. his lips trail down the column of your neck, humming against you, "'m sorry.. just missed you s'much" you smile, "it's okay artie, i missed you too" he sighs, happy to know that he isn't smothering you. sliding your hand down his toned stomach, you wrap your hand around his dick, gripping him tightly. art groans, his hips bucking into your hand, fucking your fist with the tip of his dick while rubbing the rest of it on your thigh that's conveniently placed between his legs.

you see art getting more worked up, his breaths becoming shorter and closer to pants with every thrust of his hips. "d'you wanna get out of here?" you gesture to the shower with your hand that isn't currently occupied. to your surprise, art shakes his head, "n-no.. can we stay in here? you're just so.. warm 'n wet 'n soft.. can we try in here?" your mouth drops open even though you try to stop it, usually art isn't this open to trying new things. "h-how would that work?" you're open to the idea, but you don't want either of you to get hurt. "ill lift you.." your eyes widen, "n-no i promise i can do it.. it's just in the shower, it can't be that different from outside of it" art explains, almost begging you. you sigh, looking at his face and immediately caving. "alright.. alright okay.. but if you drop me..." "i won't" you sigh. "if you drop me.. you'll owe me big time" art nods, just eager to fuck you.

you wrap your arms around his neck, holding tight when he lifts you up from the back of your thighs, helping you to wrap your legs around his waist. art has to lean you up against the wall, causing you to shiver when your back hits the marble wall. "sorry... sorry" art mumbles against you as he pushes inside of you, his head falling forward onto your shoulder. you have no retort when he snaps his hips and enters you fully, almost knocking the wind out of you. you moan, half overwhelmed with pleasure and half scared to death that art will drop you, but that sort of makes it hotter for you. art groans, pretty much using you as a fleshlight as he moves you up and down on his dick using your thighs as leverage. from this position, his dick hits a spot inside of you that makes you squeeze tightly around him.

art notices this, starting to jackrabbit his hips into you so all you can hear are his heavy breaths and whines in your ear, and the wet slapping of his balls against you. both of your moans echo around the shower, getting louder as you both get closer. art uses the last of his strength to push deeply into you, almost looking to make his cum take inside of you. the feeling of everything around and inside of you gets too overwhelming as you cum around him, riding out your orgasm until you realize how tired you really are. you tap art on the shoulder to let him know he can let you down, happy that you can stand up and not slip after the whole ordeal. you smile, leaning your head up to kiss art, who has the cutest blush on the apples of his cheeks. you look towards the bottle of shampoo on the edge of the shower, and back at art. "will you do my hair and ill do yours?" <3

day 24: "be quiet" <3

authors note: this is just kind of a ramble.. just got home from family christmas so im super tired.. (would y'all want to see a haul of christmas/chanukah stuff.. it'll be every day for chanukah stuff if y'all wanna see!!)

thinking about having a fun date night out with college! art.. getting a little drunk off the wine art bought you with his winnings from his last tournament..

you stumble into arts room, almost waking up patrick but he just snores and turns over making you and art giggle. you both fall into the bed, kicking off your pants and shirts. art totally tries his best to be quiet, but your hand is slipping under the covers and jerking him off.

art is trying so hard :( he's biting his lip, trying to quiet his breathing, everything he can, but it's not working. when you swipe a finger over his slit he's done for, moaning loud enough to surely wake patrick up, but he doesn't care. you do though, and you immediately slap a hand over his mouth, whispering to him, "be quiet"

of course, art finds this more attractive than he probably should, his eyes rolling back as he squirts cum all over your hand, the culmination of your soft hand on his cock, your voice whispering in his ear, and the possibility of patrick waking up and seeing the two of you. you can hear arts muffled moans against your hand as his hips buck up into your hand.

you smile, taking your hand off of his mouth and kissing his cheek. art is already pretty tired (and tipsy) and he falls asleep almost immediately. you settle down with him, resting your head on his chest as you look over to patricks bed, seeing his signature smirk across the room <3

day 22: angry/makeup sex (just art coming to visit after a while) <3

almost home :) getting in uber now

your phone dings with arts text, making you smile widely. art has been gone for 3 weeks on a tournament in miami, and you've missed him terribly. you flutter around your room, picking up any stray papers or garbage on the floor. you're straightening your pillows on your bed when art knocks at your door, making you squeal with excitement. you open the door widely and jump into arts arms, making him drop his bags. "art!! you're here finally!" you smile, giving him a kiss on the cheek. art nods, his cheeks blushing. "im here.. finally" you kiss him for the first time in what seems like forever, and art immediately pushes his face against yours, his baby blue eyes fluttering closed.

art stumbles into your room, still kissing you as he shuts the door with one hand, before letting his arms loop around your waist and pull you closer. you weave your fingers into his hair, pulling and tugging to make him whine the way you like him to. art complies (of course) whining softly into your neck as he presses wet kisses below your ear. you giggle at the ticklish feeling, backing the two of you up until the back of your knees hit the bed. you sit up on the bed, pulling art to stand in between your legs. "missed you s' much.. was always thinking about you" art whispers into your ear, letting his hands rub up and down the sides of your body. you smile, "missed you too art.. missed you every day you were gone" art shivers at that, still not used to hearing such sweet words come out of your mouth.

you pull off arts sweater quickly, placing your hands on his flushed skin as he sucks purple marks into your neck. art does the same to you, taking time to notice that the sweater you were wearing was his own that he left behind with you. you press your chest against his, raking your nails down his back and leaving red trails behind. art bends into your touch, leaning forward onto the bed to lay you down, sliding between your legs. you pull down your sweatpants, kicking them to the side of the bed as art does the same. art promptly presses his dick into you, even though you're covered by your panties, art swears he can feel every part of you. "t-thought about this every day.." art admits bashfully, hiding his head in your neck.

you smile, happy to hear that art missed you just as much as you missed him. you're motivated to pull arts patterned boxers down under his balls, peeling your underwear to the side. "please just make it up to me art.." you groan, your head falling back onto the pillow. you'd forgotten how big of a stretch it is to take art fully, but he's producing enough precum to thoroughly lube the both of you up. art is snugly inside of you now, the feeling of his warm, full balls plugging you up makes you scratch at his shoulders. "move art.. please move.. i wanna feel you" you moan out, letting art move his hips the way he likes it, shallow enough to not make you feel too empty, but pulling out enough to make you feel the plap plap plap of his balls against your ass.

art moans loudly, pulling you impossibly closer to him. "f-fuck.. tried to j-jerk off without you but i couldn't cum.. couldn't do it without you.." art whines. the thought of art frustrated in his bed over the fact that he can't cum without you makes you tighten up around him, causing arts hips to stutter. arts hands come up to widen your legs for him, giving him more room to maneuver his lanky frame. before long, you hear familiar moans and whines that get louder and louder, alerting you to the fact that art is going to cum. "don't cum without me okay artie? you can last a couple more minutes, can't you?" you whisper seductively in his ear, almost hypnotizing him to nod along with you. "y-yeah i can do it.. i-ill be really good 'n ill wait for you.."

it takes arts full strength to hold himself back from cumming, but luckily the deep strokes he gives you makes you cum quicker than you thought, your back arching into his chest. art follows closely after you, moving his hips almost out of instinct to push his cum further into you, to make sure you would still have a piece of him the next time he went away. art shivers against you, his body automatically growing heavy and relaxed. art climbs fully into the bed next to you, now fully feeling the exhaustion of his day of traveling. "'m gonna go t' sleep now.. okay?" art mumbles against your skin, already drooling a little bit. "alright artie, ill be here" <3

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

day 18: punishment <3

authors note: this is totally late im so sorry.. also i am skipping day 19, partially because im extremely tired and also because i don't know how to incorporate food into sex <3

art knew what he was doing was wrong, he just didn't care. he was past the point of caring.

you've been away for weeks (2 to be exact) and art hasn't jerked off at all since you've left. sure.. he's brushed up against his pillow while he's going to sleep one too many times, and sure hes "accidentally" stroked himself a little too much in the shower.. but he's been good!! he's been your good boy and followed your orders. until now.

you texted art that your flight was running late, grounded for about 2 hours because of the winter storm currently running its course outside the airport.

"sorry artie, flight is delayed cuz of weather, don't wait up for me baby, might not even be home tonight"

"okay :( i miss you soooo much, text me when u land pls"

"alright angel, will do :) love u <3"

"love u too <3"

art sighs and flops on the unbearably empty bed, flinging his phone a little farther than he meant to and wincing. he looks down at his cock slowly filling out in his jeans and groans. what is he supposed to do without you here? as thoughts of you start to cloud his mind, art can't stop thinking that if he just jerked off really quick and got rid of all the evidence, you wouldn't know it, and you'd come back none the wiser and he wouldn't get punished. great plan right? wrong.

after furiously jerking off until he cums himself silly, art finds himself totally unable to clean up after himself, cum stating to dry on his blanket and stomach, as well as tissues strewn about the bed. art sighs and tries to fight the sleepiness that clouds his mind and makes his eyelids droop more and more. he thinks to himself that he'll clean himself up before you get back, and drifts off to sleep with a smile on his face.

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you arrive at your apartment door hauling your heavy suitcase and back pack behind you, trying your best not to jingle your keys too much and wake up art. you carefully unlock the door and push your bags inside, slipping off your shoes and walking into the house tiredly, wanting nothing more to sleep for 20 hours. you're stopped however, when you round the corner and see art splayed out on your bed, absolutely naked, cuddling your pillow with a cum stained blanket bedside him. you sigh, leaning down to pick up the scattered tissues and throw them away. when you're done with that, you gently sit next to art, trying to pull away the dirty blanket from him and replace it with a new one.

art senses the movement and awakens, first being elated to see your face, and then shocked at the fact that he was caught red-handed. "h-hi.." art looks away from you and blushes. "hey artie.. you gonna tell me what happened?" you coo at him softly, tricking his brain into thinking he won't get punished. "w-well i jus' missed you so much and then when you said you weren't gonna be home for a while i just couldn't handle it anymore.. b-but i swear i didn't do anything while you were away!! except for that.." art rambles, trying to plead his case in front of you. you smile and nod, reaching out to cup his face. art sighs, he's safe. "... but you remember what the rule was, right?"

arts eyes snap open from their blissful state. "w-what?" art is starting to lose his composure, guilt washing through him. "the rule? remember.. before i left i told you that you weren't allowed to masturbate at all while i was gone. and you broke the rule artie.." you say with a pout on your face. "l-listen 'm sorry, 'm really sorry.. you understand right? i- just couldn't take it anymore.." you shake your head, "you know that i have to punish you right? it's what i told you would happen if you broke the rules.." art nods sadly, trying to charm you with his puppy-dog eyes but you're stronger than that, not falling for his tricks.

art tries his best to hide his obvious arousal from you, but you see how hard he is through the blanket he's covering himself with. you inch closer to him, gently pulling the blanket off of him, watching as his cock slaps against his stomach. art whines and looks away from you, moaning softly when you grip him in your hand. even though he's already practically empty from cumming earlier. you stroke him up and down gently, smiling happily when he bucks his hips up to meet your touch, feeling like he's halfway to heaven after not feeling your touch on him the whole time you've been away.

arts head is in the clouds, watching as you stroke him faster and faster, your hand getting slick from all of the precum drooling out of him. you know he's getting close, his hips move faster, almost fucking your hand, as his moans turn almost girlish. "'m gettin' close.. it feels s' good.. thankyouthankyouthankyou..." art doesn't get a chance to finish his sentence before you rip your hand off of him, leaving art to pathetically hump the air to try to finish himself off, but it's no use, his orgasm is completely ruined. art has tears brimming in his eyes, "w-why did you do that.. i- i was s' close.." his lower lip wobbles. you tilt your head to the side, hand smoothing over his milky thigh. "what do you mean artie? i told you that you'd be punished, did you forget so easy?" art frowns, shaking his head. "i- i didn't forget i just.. it's unfair" he pouts. you smile and bring art closer to you, cuddling him against your sternum.

"i know.. and im sorry.. you know i hate when you're sad, but you have to learn your lesson yeah?" you press a kiss to his forehead. art nods, cuddling up to you. "yeah.. 'm sorry really, it's just cuz i missed you so much" art says quietly, blushing a little bit. "i missed you too artie, don't worry, ill make it up to you soon" <3

day 17: fingering <3

authors note: sorry only headcanons today.. i got the flu and COVID vaccine and i am now sicker than ive ever been :)

with most things related to sex, you have to teach art how to finger you.. it's not like hes never watched porn, hes seen guys do it before and heard patrick brag about how many fingers his latest hook up took inside her, but he doesn't exactly get how it works, or how it feels good for you <3

you really have to start with the basics, and art isn't mad about the fact that you show him how you finger yourself, leading to a heavy makeout session that distracts the both of you <3

hes embarrassed, but he lets you guide his fingers inside of you the first time, having to hide the fact that hes immediately harder than hes ever been after feeling how warm and soft you are on the inside <3

he starts off with just one, letting you show him how to curl his finger to hit the spongey spot inside of you. art is thoroughly excited to have slight dominance over you, even though he knows you are still in charge, like always <3

art stays attentive to your facial expressions, learning what you like by the way your eyebrows furrow and your cheeks flush, he also holds your hand, letting you squeeze it as you clench around his fingers <3

"y-youre s' warm inside.."

"is- does it feel good for you?"

"i-is that the spot?"

"do you want me to go faster?"

"y-youre clenching so tight i can't.. i can't move.."

"add another one..? o-okay but promise you'll tell me if it hurts.."

"are you gonna cum? p-please i really wan' you to.."

day 16: 69 <3

"i feel bad"

you look up from your spot on the floor, unceremoniously removing arts dick from your mouth. "what?" you're confused, this situation far removed from how art usually is during blowjobs, all drooly and blabbery. "i- it's unfair isn't it?" art is obviously still stuck in the clouds, but he's trying his best to make you understand. "what's unfair?" when art is in this headspace, it's best to ask simple questions. "well.. you're making me feel really good.." you nod and encourage him to keep speaking, "but im not making you feel good right now.. isn't that unfair?"

you smile, comforted by the fact that art is so predictable in his kindness. "maybe by your standards it is.. but you know that making you feel good makes me feel good art" he pouts at your response, not really believing you. "really..? i just wish there was a way i could make you feel good at the same time.." art sighs. you would think he's being sarcastic if you didn't know that art genuinely doesn't know a lot about sex. "there is actually.. if you wanted to try it?" art blushes, nodding his head. he's always happy to learn from you about anything, but especially about sex.

you smile, and crawl up onto the bed with him. "okay.. it might seem a little awkward at first but you should trust me, it'll feel good alright?" art nods along with your words, letting you brush his hair out his eyes. "okay, just lay down.. put your head on the pillow.." he follows your orders, his dick slapping his stomach as he moves. "alright, so it's just gonna feel like im sitting on your face.." art grins at that "but im gonna be facing your dick.. and then, you know, you'll be able to eat me out at the same time that ill be able to suck you off" you say lightly, knowing that you may be a little nervous, but you want to be confident for art.

he nods, looking up at you with blue doe eyes that make you melt every time. you move across the sheets and turn your body away from him to hover your pussy over his face, leaning forward to lick a stripe up his dick. art shivers and moans, his hands coming up to grasp at your ass, spreading the soft skin open for him. you almost choke against him at the feeling, unable to stop yourself from basically riding arts face. art doesn't mind though, from his satisfied moans and hums into you it sounds like he would like nothing more but to drown in the holy water between your thighs.

arts legs quickly come to rest next to your face, his lean thighs forcing you to stay on his dick. you try your best to not gag around art, but the way his dick curves upwards in your throat makes it hard. not like arts complaining though, being a little sadistic in the way he moans a louder when your throat tries to force him out. you can practically feel his heart beat in his dick, and you're sure if you took it out of your mouth now it would be a ruddy purple. art is humming into your pussy, his tongue finding your clit over and over again, matching the strokes you're making on his dick. you move your arm out from between your bodies to reach around his leg, fingers sloppily rubbing and toying with his balls.

arts body bends into your touch, as he sobs into your pussy, using the last of his energy to shake his head back and forth against you. you moan around his dick and art whines high and loud, his hips starting to cant into your mouth. ropes and ropes of sticky, salty cum shoot into your mouth, spilling out as you pull your lips off of him. art happily lets you ride his face until you cum, his dick still twitching when you moan his name and babble about how good he's being. art finishes you off with a hum, sending vibrations into you and making you clench, your orgasm sending shivers all through your body. you eventually remember that art needs to breathe, swinging your body around to sit beside him.

"are you okay? im sorry i kind of got carried away.." you ask art, who's happily blissed out looking at you. "yeah.. im- that was great.. amazing even" he replies, making you giggle. "yeah? so you'd wanna do it again sometime?" you reach down and push his sweaty golden hair away from his face. arts eyes immediately light up "yes.. yes please i really do.." <3

day 15: begging <3 (aka what i think art says during sex)

"you smell so good. how do you always smell so good"

"just use me.. please just use me i only wanna make y' feel good.."

"i’m sorry.. i’m sorry, it’s just- fuck.. god, you’re so tight-"

"so good.. so good.. i love your pussy, fuck - thank you - thank you"

"fuck it feels s' good.. hold my hand, please"

“ah..ah..ah feels so good, oh god. ‘m not gonna— fuck, not gonna last long.”

"i need it, i need it s' bad.. please lemme have it.."

"can I cum.. please, fuck, i need it, need it.. you.. fuck, please?"

“can i please? oh god, please, i need to come, i wanna come for you.."

“is this good? am i doing good?”

“i love you, i love you, i adore you, i need you.. don’t leave me”

"'m sorry, im cumming inside you, im cumming, im so sorry.." <3

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

day 13: shy sex <3

authors note: sorry this is so late!! i was so tired last night i literally fell asleep writing it..

every time you have sex with art it's shy sex.. but the most shy he's ever been, was the first time you two had sex.

art is nervous. more nervous than he's ever been, probably ever in his life. he'd said he was going to the bathroom to "freshen up" after you'd scooted closer to him on your bed. it's not like he didn't want to have sex with you.. he really, really did, but he's just so scared of embarrassing himself and having you laugh at him that he needed to excuse himself. art splashes water on his face, taking a deep breath and using one of your towels to dry off, lingering and smelling the left over scent of your shampoo. art doesn't want to keep you waiting though, so he checks his hair in the mirror, smells his breath and walks back out to meet you on your bed.

"s-sorry i- i had to wash my hands.." art explains, not really realizing that his excuse doesn't make sense. you nod, smiling at him. "it's alright art.." you know why he left, and you want to confront him about it. "you know.. we don't have to do anything tonight right? if you're nervous, we can wait, you know id wait forever for you, yeah?" you reassure him, tilting your head to the side. art blushes, realizing he's been caught. "n-no! it's not that.. i- i don't know.. it sounds stupid but you're just so smart and pretty and nice and-" before he can continue to ramble, you press your lips to his.

"well if you want to.. we can go slow, okay? ill take care of you.." art nods at your words, pretty much hypnotized by you. yes.. he wants to have sex with you.. yes he wants you to take care of him, he needs you to take care of him. you smile, pulling him closer by the sides of his face, and kissing him again, satisfied with how easily his mouth opens up and lets you swirl your tongue around. art mewls softly against your lips, spurring you to move his hands to rest on your hips. He moves so he’s pressed against your side, with his arms slung around you to hold you closer.

you can feel that he's hard and drooling precum against you, getting even wetter when you slide your hand down his chest, cupping him through his jeans. art groans, and muffles his whines in your hair. he's extremely eager, slipping his slightly cold fingers under the hem of your shirt, helping you pull it up and off. art doesn't even open his eyes and look at your breasts, waiting for your signal that it was okay. you giggle, grabbing his hands and placing them on your boobs, watching as his face flushes.

art is blushing like a maniac as he opens his eyes. he isn't a virgin by any means, but there's something special about you that makes him more nervous than anyone has ever made him before. it’s cute how quickly he got so shy, but you tell him it’s okay. art nods, lowering his head to suckle at your breasts like it's second nature to him. you don't know how he's so good at it, but you don't question it, allowing him to soothe himself while you pull off his shirt as well, rubbing your hands on his milky, freckled skin.

you're practically straddling his lap at this point, letting him roll his hips into you. you help art lay down on your bed, shucking off his jeans and watching his cock slap against his stomach, strings of precum sticking to his skin. art whines, flinging an arm over his face to cover his blushing cheeks. you smile, taking off your shorts as well, pressing your body to his. you move his arm away from his face, pressing kisses on his cheeks and nose. art whines, squirming on your sheets as he bucks his hips against nothing, the flush in his cheeks spreading to his chest.

you lean over art and grab a condom from your bedside table, sitting on your knees to pull it over his cock. art muffles his groans by biting his lips, embarrassed about the moans that threaten to escape them. you finally meet his eyes, "are you okay? we can stop any time if you want to.." you coo at him, trying to calm his mind. art nods eagerly, pulling you closer to his neck so he can nuzzle into you. you hover over him and sit down on him slowly, unable to stop yourself from squeezing tightly around him. art throws his head back, moaning loudly before he realizes how loud he's being.

you start to move up and down on him, scratching down his chest with you nails. art wraps his arms around your lower back, pulling you to lay against his chest as he plants his feet on your bed, fucking up into you with abandon, his previous shyness gone completely. you can't do anything but fall limp against his chest, letting him take what he wants from you. art pants and whines against your neck, licking and biting the soft skin there. you can tell that arts getting close by the increasing loudness of his whines, combined with the fact that he's jackrabbiting his hips into you, using all his adrenaline he's built up all night. art is trying to stay focused on making you cum.. but when you pop a couple fingers in his mouth to quiet him down, he's a goner.

art moans around your fingers, giving you deep strokes that you're sure would get you pregnant if he wasn't wearing a condom. art is content to lay there and let you take what you need from him, watching you rock your hips back and forth until you too tremble and shake with the force of your orgasm. coming back to earth, art sighs shakily, helping you slide off of him and lay down beside him. "are you okay?" you turn on your side and rest your head on your hand, swiping a couple of golden hairs from arts forehead. "y-yeah.. im great actually.. can we just.. stay like this for a little bit?" art looks away as he talks, his shyness taking over once again. you giggle and nod, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "of course art.. as long as you like" <3

day 12: masturbation <3

at first, art was jealous that patrick got to leave campus for winter break, leaving him stuck in the cold empty dorm without a friend. he was jealous until he realized he would be alone. for the first time in weeks art would be alone. not that he didn't like having patrick around.. but there were.. some things that art just couldn't do while patrick was there. sing in the shower, watch stupid reality tv, listen to loud music and.. jerk off.

patrick packed up the last of his stuff into his suitcase, shoving it in with no cares in the world. dragging his stuff to the door of their dorm patrick says goodbye to art, promising he'll send him pictures from his families ski lodge. art couldn't care less, but he smiles and nods, almost pushing patrick out of the door. once art is able to close the door and lock it, he looks around his now empty dorm and immediately gets hard.

art rushes over to his bed, quickly stripping off his clothes and laying down, feeling more aroused than he's felt in a long time. the fact he doesn't have to sneak around or hide from patrick makes butterflies soar in his stomach. as always, art doesn't really like jerking off in the sense of fucking his fist. ever since patrick introduced him to pillow humping, he hasn't masturbated any other way. art grabs a pillow from the pile at the top of his bed, cradling it against his chest so that he can rut his cock up into it. he moans softly, even though patrick isn't here he doesn't want anyone else to hear him. art rolls his hips slowly at first, closing his eyes and taking in all the little sensations of the soft fabric of his pillow against his pulsing flesh.

after a couple minutes of this, art finds that he can't hold back any longer, flipping over to lie on his stomach as he places the pillow underneath his hips. at this point, he's pretty much fucked out, drooling over his pillow and mumbling into his mattress as he clutches the sheets with clammy hands. art doesn't think of one specific person in his fantasy, only seeing shadows of soft warm bodies that run their hands over his skin, letting him take what he wants, what he needs. art grinds against the pillow a little faster, thinking about how hot and wet a pussy must feel, how it can clench and squeeze around him until he has no more cum left to give.

art has quickly forgotten about his will to stay silent, letting out breathy moans and whimpers every time his hips jerk back into the pillow. art is so worked up, he's so sensitive to all the stimulation he's putting himself through, the soft sheets on his drooling tip, the silky pillow he rubs his head against, the almost unbearable throbbing of his balls between his legs.. it's almost too much and- oh. oh- art realizes that he's going to cum. a short wave of disappointment over the fact that this heavenly experience didn't last as long as he wanted it to washes over him, quickly over taken my the electrifying feeling of his orgasm.

art thrusts wildly into his pillow, his adrenaline making it almost impossible for him to stop, even when ropes and ropes of sticky cum shoot out from his cock. art only stops when the shaking of his body becomes too much, making him lay down fully and take deep gulping breaths of air. he's blushing profusely, trying not to imaging how patrick would look at home if he found out the moment he left, art masturbated like a mad man.

art pulls on a pair of his boxers, grabbing his phone and checking his messages, finding one from patrick. "i forgot my sweatshirt in the dorm but when i came back it sounded like u were pretty busy.. have fun without me perv ;)" <3

im so sorry y'all i don't wanna disappoint but i literally cannot write for day 11 😭 ive been working late all week and i thought i could pull through tonight and write for y'all but i just can't do it... once i take a billion hour nap tomorrow ill be ready for day 12!! yet again, sorry for the disappointment!! and thank y'all for all the support on the 31 days of smut <3

day 10: rimming <3

a/n: im sadly only going to be able to do headcanons for days 10 and 11 because i have no time to write rn 😇

art is initially very nervous about letting you anywhere near his ass, not quite understanding why he's okay with you touching his dick, but extremely nervous about letting you rim him <3

the part he's most nervous about is that he's always felt the pressure to he more "masculine" and be the dominant one in the relationship, and getting his walls down and letting him admit that he likes being submissive took some time, but it's worth it <3

setting the mood is always important when you're intimate with art. you lay out a fluffy blanket on the bed, turn down the lights and light a couple candles, knowing that it's crucial that art feels comfortable <3

you have to reassure art throughout the whole process, pressing kisses into his legs as you spread them open, and reaching up to hold his hand while you take his dick into your mouth, opting to get him more relaxed before you try something new <3

the moment art feels your tongue on his hole he wonders why you two haven't been doing this the whole time you've been together. warmth blooms through his lower stomach as he squirms against the sheets, reaching a hand down to rub at his dick as you busy yourself against him <3

art (as always) cums embarrassingly quick, but it's understandable when you look up from your place between his legs and see the expression of pure ecstasy on his face. all of the stimulation keeps him twitching even after he cums, milky ropes of cum reaching as far up as his chin <3

there's only one thing that you regret about choosing to finally rim art.. it's that you can't give him a regular blowjob anymore, he always finds a way to gently push your head lower and lower until he finally get you where he wants you.. he's such a fiend <3

day 9: kink discovery/negotiation <3

despite what you might think, art is quite open to experimentation. the hushed whispers by patrick who would walk in on art during college are enough to tell you that. you're surprised at first, hearing about how patrick gifted art a fleshlight as a joke for his birthday one year and art couldnt be left alone or else he'd cum himself stupid. more embarrassing (to art) was when patrick walked in on him spreading himself open, bending his legs and thrusting his fingers inside himself, too fucked out to realize patrick was standing there.

once in a relationship with you however, he tones it down, afraid of scaring you away like he has done with other partners before. after hearing from patrick about arts sexual escapades, you start looking online for something to surprise him with, settling on a strap-on that had the best reviews. now you just have to play the waiting game, and hope that art doesn't check your expenses and find out what you bought for him.

you're intensely thankful when you get the notification that your package was delivered while you're on your way home, hoping that art hasn't seen it been delivered, but you're pretty sure he's at the gym. you get home and grab your keys, before you notice that the package isn't outside your door. the first thought is that someone stole it, but then a sinking feeling in your stomach accompanies the thought that art might have seen it and brought it in.

opening the door, you see art looking at the package, smiling at you shyly as he sees you. "oh you.. you picked up my package" you say, trying not to be suspicious as you set down your bag and take off your shoes. "yeah i did.. i thought you'd appreciate it but.." art looks down, then glances at you again. "um.. do you mind if i ask what it is?" he asks quietly, turning the package towards you so that you can see the label. it boldly reads, "toys for his pleasure" and you almost have the urge to laugh, thinking back to the promised "discreet packaging" advertised on the website.

"well um.." you blush, tapping your fingers on the table in front of you. "maybe it would just be better if you opened it." you suggest, looking at him for support. art is almost more embarrassed than you, but he nods, opening the box easily and removing the wrapping paper around the strap-on, his eyes widening when he sees it. "you.. bought this for.. me? for.. us?" art is clearly having a hard time understanding how you figured out that he was waiting to ask you to fuck him.. but maybe you just know him so well. whatever the reason may be, art is happy about it.

"well yeah.. i mean i was wondering if you were even interested in that stuff but i guess i should've asked you about it before i bought it.." you admit, anxiously looking at him. "i- would you be interested..?" you ask, resisting the urge to cross your fingers for luck. art smiles sweetly at you, like he always does, and nods. "yeah of course i would.. i mean not of course but.. you know what i mean.." he stumbles over his words already having to shift the way he's standing to accommodate the growth in his pants. "can we try it now?" <3