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[beautyallaroundus25]

Morning Rituals☕️❤️

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being arts biggest fan. just being a little freak for him. he doesn't remember the first time you met but you do. you could never forget how he helped you pick up your papers. how softly he spoke to you when he apologized for bumping into you. how he looked like an angel with how the light shined on his blonde curls or how his dimples popped when he gave you that sweet smile. maybe if that was it, you would've moved on but when you sat down and saw that he was sitting in perfect view from your seat, you just knew it was a sign.

it's easy to find him online. he always has his gym bag or sweatshirt on and it says stanford tennis. a quick look at the schools social media leads you to him. art. you think his name is fitting. you spend all night obsessing over anything and everything he's posted. any interviews he's done after matches, his friends posts, comments he's left. you learn so much about him. you have so much in common too, you just know you're both connected.

you also learn that he's not perceptive. he doesn't notice how you watch him practice, watch all of his games, or how you spend all of class looking at him. he doesn't notice how you snap photos of him as he plays or as he studies outside. he doesn't realize that you followed him home after he left a party to make sure he got home safe. which just shows how you need to follow him more because he has such little awareness of his surroundings.

he doesn't even notice when you slip into the locker room while he showers. not the first time, not the second, the third, or even the fourth. you just wanted to leave him something but then you got distracted by the t-shirt he had on. you can't help but bring it up to your nose and engulf his scent. he smells so good. so musky but clean. you just hope he won't miss it because you made sure to take it with you. eventually smelling and taking his clothes won't do it anymore. you can't just stand there knowing he's showering just by you. washing his perfect body down. all sudsy and wet under the water. you have to take a peek. finding yourself hiding behind a wall while you watch him wash himself off. watching how the suds go down his back and how his hands gently rub at his skin.

he once again doesn't notice when you take a few photos of him as a keepsake.

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god. and you're so delusional about it - you think you have the right to look at his body because in your mind he's yours. you've told your mama about him. and your daddy, too. that means its fate. sure, you haven't had more than 5 interactions - but love is love, isn't it. you can feel it in your chest - like a glow worm. it gets bigger everyday like the hungry caterpillar. and art feeds it in small ways. when he's walking into a lecture and notices you scurrying behind him so he turns his body to let you go ahead of him through the door - chivalrous - just like you knew your prince charming would be. when he applies chapstick and rubs it into his bottom lip with his thumb - he must know how you feel about dry, flakey skin. he's so considerate. when he chews spearmint gum and always spits it out into the silver wrapper and tosses it - he's leaving it for you to pick up.

you become addicted to watching him. you didn't know much about tennis at all before art donaldson but you study up. you spend nights hunched over your laptop screen, taking vicious notes of the sport. watching his old matches. your fingertips graze the screen like you might be able to touch him through it. he's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. a true prince charming. an apollo. just like your fairytale storybooks. its fate. its fate its fate. you consume as much knowledge as you can, funnel it and put it into tabs in your brain, into the drawer with arts name on it - the biggest drawer up there. you learn alot about him through the way he plays. more than any sane person would. you see the small details like his body ticks, the way he shakes his hand out, flexes his fingers when he made a bad hit - like he can shake out the badness. the way he drums his racket against his thigh while he's standing - agitated - or thinking, considering. the way his jaw gets tight when his opponent makes a play art deems unseemly, though he wont call it out. the way he's always in motion, in someway. something is always ticking. you realize art is a very reserved person. that he puts on a persona but there's alot hidden under the surface.

ah, but of course your prince charming would be complex. you find it fun to learn more deeply about him. you think you understand him in a way no one else does. eventually you'll be able to read his mind, you're sure.

you like sneaking around too. you think he can feel you sometimes. he'll look over his shoulder like he feels your stare, but he can never find you. thats because you're good at hiding and blending in. its your talent. your superpower. its not the right time to talk face to face yet. you haven't molded yourself into the perfect princess for him, but you will soon. in the meantime, you take what you can, how you can.

the mens lockeroom isn't hard to get into - and there are so many nooks and crannies to hide yourself. stalls to squeeze into. its smellier than you're used to - and you know its the stench of other men. because you know arts scent, and he smells lovely. even when he's sweaty. but you wait out the other guys for him - because you know your art is more on the modest side - prefers showering alone when he can manage it, which he usually can, on Tuesdays and Thursdays - when practice runs later for him.

its a relief when its just the two of you. you can roam more freely.

at first, you felt guilty about this - it was so salacious. to look at arts nude body - you were a virgin - saving yourself for him, of course - and you felt terrible that the first time you made love you wouldn't be sharing the experience of seeing eachother naked for the first time.

but it was okay. it was just one white lie. and he was your prince charming. as much as your body was his, his was yours. you felt better about looking after that.

and arts body...... it was made for you. lean and tall and beautiful. his pale skin made the contrast of his pink nipples stark. in the summer - he tanned - and his freckles came out - smattering across his chest and shoulders. he was starting to tan now. you could see the faint difference in skin tone when he peeled off his shorts. how his pelvis and lower body to his thighs was paler than his chest and legs.

you bit your lip as his cock bobbed gently as he walked into a shower stall, you quietly trailing behind. as he fussed with the nozzles your eyes drew back to the length between his legs. soft as it was now, it swayed with his every move, not bogged down with blood - his sack nestled just under it. pale fuzzy curls dusted his crotch, the hair darkening as he stepped under the spray of the shower.

you were able to take a few pictures like this - when he tilted his head back, his blonde curls sticking to his neck - you clicked. when he grabbed a bar of soap and ran his sudsy hands down the hard plane of his chest - you clicked. when he cupped his soft cock and diligently scrubbed his balls - you clicked. he tugged on his limp flesh a few more times - and you clicked. clicked clicked clicked as he slowly filled out. clickd clicked clicked as he hardened in his fist. clicked clicked clicked as he moaned and stroked himself under the hot spray. clicked clicked clicked when he squeezed his throbbing tip - zoomed in. clicked again. clicked clicked clicked when he picked up the pace and his breaths came out faster. clicked clicked clicked as his thighs tensed. clicked clicked clicked as he jerked and his slit spurted thick streaks of cum.

as you were clicking, art opened his eyes. you hadn't realized you'd moved more into center view until your eyes clashed through the camera lense right as you clicked down. you darted so quickly off to the side, you almost slipped. you scrambled to leave after that - your heart beating fast.

afterwards, in your dorm, you felt a bit silly. art was your prince charming. there was no reason to feel such fear in being noticed by him. but it wasn't that.

you weren't ready. you weren't a princess yet. facing him and being recognized before you were his equal could not happen. the fear you'd felt back then, was just that. but you were certain art hadn't actually seen you. the water and steam would have fogged his vision to much, and by the time he blinked the blurriness away - you'd have been long gone.

still - when you fished out your camera and went through your pictures - to the last one, you paused. art eyes could be seen clearly in them. the expression on his face - one of half ecstasy of just finding his release, the other - the beginnings of confusion - the crinkling around his eyes - his parted mouth -

but he hadn't seen you. he couldn't have.

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