#sub!art

[velvrei]

sub!art donaldson fucking your tits.

your hands were pushed together, forming a tight hole, a perfect fit for art’s cock. his head fell back as he whimpered, thrusting in and out of the tight little hole you made just for him.

“ms, that feels so good.” he whimpered out, his voice high pitched and raspy. you smiled up, batting your eye lashes, intentionally making the sight more unbearable for poor art.

“oh, don’t do that,” his head fell back and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“don’t do what honey?” you batted your eyelashes again, pushing your tits closer together, his hips trembling. he moaned out, “mmph!” unable to form words as he thrusted faster, your boobs slightly going along with his movements.

art whined, “i’m so close.” his pathetic tone made you giggle, opening your mouth, in a form to mock his pathetic state.

“you naughty boy, art. cuming just from my tits? fucking slut. mommy’s little slut, huh?” the moan he let out was almost pornagraphic, feeling his usual euphoria as he came all over your chest and face.

“did i say you could cum?”

he whined before opening his eyes. “no, miss, i’m so sorry.”

you start to move again, overstimulating him. “you’re gonna cum again. and this time you’re gonna ask for permission. got it?” his hips buckled at your command before he nodded, ignoring the tears falling down his cheeks and the overstimulated feeling in his cock.

“yes ma’am.”

[222col]

My favorite writer, the queen of tumblr can you write something about sub!Art getting upset after an argument that happened between you and he stops talking to you and all of your attempts of trying to get him to talk to you have failed so you try to seduce him while wearing his favorite lingerie and having a passionate love making session while he's apologizing for ignoring you

u sweet sweet angel !!! yes yes ofc

you both hate arguing with each other, but in a relationship it happens. you said some things you regret, and have spent the evening desperately trying to apologise. art was hurt, feeling sorry for himself after some of the things you said, and needed some space. bringing him his favourite snacks, no response, just a grumble when you set it down on the coffee table in front of him. placing sweet kisses to his cheek, only for him to move away from your touch, focusing on the tennis channel on the tv. whispering apologies to him, just met with shrugs and silence. growing more frustrated the longer he ignored you, feeling so guilty and just wanting to make it up to him. slumping down on the couch next to him, arms folded as he continued watching the tennis. all before a devilish idea forms in your mind, rushing through to your bedroom, art's eyes following you before returning to the television.

rummaging through your underwear drawer before finding what you were looking for, a matching pink lace lingerie set. little bows on the top of the panties and between the lace holding your breasts, discarding your clothes and placing the set on your body. spraying some of art's favourite perfume on your skin to compliment his favourite underwear set. strutting back through to the open plan living room and kitchen, his eyes not moving from the tv while you walk over to the kitchen. going about your regular routine, waiting for art to notice the sight in front of him. grabbing yourself and art a glass of his favourite wine, placing the glasses down on the table, bending over as you do. his eyes finally falling on to you, his body melting, mouth slightly agape as you casually sat back down on the couch, sipping on your glass of wine. one leg crossed over the other, smirking into your glass as his eyes wonder down your body. "oh, you're evil." he mutters, taking a sip from his own glass before setting it back down. "finally, he speaks." you giggle slightly, art's hands moving to take your glass from your hands and set it down. his bottom lip between his teeth as he angles his body towards yours. reaching over to caress your skin. batting his hand away when he finally reaches your hip, tutting at him. "you've been naughty, ignoring me all night. you don't get to touch yet."

art's head flings back onto the cushion of the sofa, groaning in frustration at your words. leaning his head in it's position to look into your eyes, pleading with you. moving your hand towards your mouth, dragging your middle finger down your lip before inserting it into your mouth. hallowing out your cheeks as you add your index finger, sucking down on your fingers, staring into art's eyes as you do. watching his eyes grow dark, his hand furthest from you gripping onto the arm of the sofa, his knuckles growing white. "please, baby." art mumbles, his boner growing uncomfortable under his shorts. shaking your head in return, removing your fingers and pushing them into art's mouth. immediately sucking up and down the length of your digits until you remove them with a pop. dragging that same hand down your body, uncrossing your legs, spreading them slightly, knee touching art's. your hand stopping between your legs, rubbing yourself through your underwear, never losing eye contact with art. low groans leaving his lips at the sight, using all of his energy to focus on not moving his hands. art's almost drooling as he watches you pull your underwear to the side and continue playing with yourself in front of him. "princess, you're killing me. please, i'm so sorry for ignoring you, just let me touch you."

removing your fingers from your cunt and pushing them into his mouth once more, moving your body to straddle his hips. feeling his hard-on poking up into you, grinding against him slightly. looking up to you through his lashes, moaning against your fingers at the taste of you. letting his hands crawl up your thighs, resting on your hips. "you wanna touch me, huh?" you ask, pulling your fingers from his mouth, moving them to his hair, tugging at the roots. "so badly. i wanna touch you, kiss you, taste you, anything baby please." his words leave his lips more like moans, his hips bucking up into you. leaning down to his ear, kissing and tugging on his earlobe. "take me to the bedroom then." you whisper against his skin, his hands immediately grabbing your ass as he jumps to his feet, carrying you through to your shared bedroom. giggling slightly as he throws you down onto the bed, discarding his t-shirt and shorts before crawling over your body. kissing up from your toes to your lips, his tongue entering your mouth as your legs wrap around his waist. using your strength to flip you both over, art laid on his back as you grind against him. pinning his arms above his head as you attack his neck with bites and kisses. "tell me what you want." you tell him, lips against his jaw. "please sit on my face." art breathes out, his head pushing into the mattress, giving you better access to his neck. giggling slightly as you climb off his body, ready to remove your underwear. "no, please, don't take them off. you know they're my favourites." he pleads, propping himself up on his elbows.

an evil smirk across your face as you crawl back over art's body, placing your knees either side of his head, his hands wrapping around your thighs. his tongue extending up to you, licking up and down the fabric of your underwear. grinding your hips slowly against his face, his nose bumping your clit as you do. your underwear soaked by the time art hooks his finger around the fabric and pulls them to the side, his tongue flicking over your clit as your hips carry on moving back and forth over his face below you. grasping hold of the headboard, soft moans leaving both of your lips. art high of the taste of you, his cock twitching in his boxers. leaning back to palm him through the fabric, louder sounds vibrating against you as art works you closer to orgasm. he knows exactly which buttons to press, there's nothing he loves more than feeling your body jolt as you cum on his face. one more bump against his nose and that's exactly what happens, moaning out his name as you shimmy down his body. your hips still grinding now against his cock, instructing art to remove them. leaning up to push them down his legs, letting you pull them from his ankles and throw them with the rest of his clothes. "are you gonna be my good boy from now on?" art's head is nodding before you even finish your sentence. "yes, i promise, i'm so sorry baby." he pouts, his hands wondering up and down your body. lifting yourself up, sliding your underwear to the side once more, finally sinking down onto his length. art's eyes rolling back into his head, gripping onto your hips.

rolling your hips against him, steadying yourself with your hands on his chest, clawing at the skin. increasing in pace as art's hips buck up into you as you grind against his cock. feeling him twitch inside as you bounce up and down on him. moving your hand around his throat, pressing down on the sides tightly. your eyes locked on each other as loud moans fill the room. "feel so fucking good." art mumbles, words breathy and forced through the hand around his throat. moving from your knees to place your feet either side of art's hips, bouncing your ass on his cock. the new positioning deepening the angle art's cock hits inside you. whimpering as your hand moves from his throat, back onto his chest to help push on his length. art's hands on your hips guiding you on his shaft, heavy grunts leaving his mouth, his eyes not leaving your body. "mm'getting close, princess. please can i?" he begs you, his thrusts meeting you mid way. "beg." you instruct, leaning down to pull at the blonde hairs on his scalp. "fuck, baby, please, please let me fill you up. want you to milk me dry, need to cum." you can feel him getting closer, his thrusts getting sloppy, his grip getting tighter on your hips. "that's my good boy. cum for me." his wastes no time following orders, pushing up into you once more as his load paints your walls. guttural moans escaping him as you sink down onto him, falling from your feet to your knees, letting him come down from his high.

slipping off his cock, art whimpering at the loss of sensation, falling beside him on the bed. his arm wrapping around your waist, moving his hairs off his forehead. "i am sorry baby." art whispers against your forehead as he places a kiss there. "i'm sorry too, my love." you smile against his face, moving him to kiss your lips. "you know i can't resist that set." he giggles, shaking his head as he looks down your body before back up to your eyes. "i know, had to get your attention some how, didn't i?"

[dulcescorderitas]

𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓮

art donaldson sits on your couch, his tie hanging loose around his neck, shirt wrinkled and unkempt like he’s been wrestling with the weight of the world. he looks utterly wrecked. nothing like the confident, put-together man you’re used to. no, tonight he’s raw—exposed.

“she doesn’t love me,” he says, voice cracked and quiet. his eyes, those sharp golden-brown eyes, are dark with something that twists your stomach. “tashi—she only married me for the image. for appearances. she told me tonight.”

you lean against the wall, unsure if you should comfort him or let him drown in the silence. “she really said that?” your voice is soft, careful, not wanting to break him any further.

his laugh is bitter, hollow. “yeah. said i’m convenient. that’s all i am to her. i’m a fucking prop.” his hands scrub through his hair, tugging at it as if the pain might anchor him. “god, i’ve been so goddamn blind.”

you cross the room, sinking down beside him. the space between you is small, electric, but you don’t dare touch him yet. “art, you deserve better than that.”

his head snaps toward you, his eyes narrowing. “better? and where am i supposed to find that, huh? because i sure as hell don’t see it.”

“maybe it’s been in front of you this whole time,” you say, the words slipping out before you can stop them.

he freezes, his breath hitching as he stares at you. something shifts in his gaze, the intensity of it scorching, searching. “you’re always here for me. always,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, more raw. “why?”

you can’t meet his eyes anymore, your pulse pounding in your throat. “because i care about you. maybe more than i should.”

he leans closer, his hand hovering just inches from your cheek. “more than you should,” he repeats, his voice low, disbelieving. “jesus christ… it’s you, isn’t it? it’s always been you.”

you don’t get a chance to respond before his lips crash into yours. it’s desperate, messy, full of all the words he can’t say. his hands cup your face, holding you steady as if afraid you might pull away. but you don’t. you kiss him back, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

“let me,” you whisper when you finally break apart, your voice trembling but sure.

his brows furrow as you slide off the couch and onto your knees, your hands already working at his belt. “you don’t have to—”

“shut up, art,” you murmur, freeing him from his boxers. his cock is already hard, heavy in your hand, and the way he looks down at you, torn between disbelief and hunger, sends a rush of heat straight through you.

the first lick along his length has him hissing, his head falling back against the couch. “fuck,” he breathes, his fingers threading through your hair. he doesn’t push, just holds on, letting you set the pace.

you take him into your mouth slowly, your tongue swirling over the sensitive tip before sliding down further. his breath shudders as you work him deeper, your lips stretched wide around his girth. he’s thick, the weight of him filling your mouth as you hollow your cheeks, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room.

“god, you’re—shit,” he groans, his hips bucking as you take him deeper. his hands tighten in your hair, his thighs trembling under your touch. “you’re gonna ruin me.”

you hum around him, the vibrations pulling a strangled moan from his throat. drool drips from your lips, slicking his cock as you stroke what you can’t fit, your movements quickening as his breaths turn ragged.

“i’m close,” he warns, his voice wrecked, desperate. “fuck, i’m so close—”

you don’t let up, taking him as deep as you can, your throat tightening around him. he comes with a choked curse, his cock pulsing as hot, salty cum spills into your mouth. you swallow greedily, the taste of him lingering on your tongue as you pull back, your lips slick and swollen.

his eyes are glassy when he looks at you, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“tashi might not know what she’s missing,” you say, your voice low, teasing. “but i do.”

he pulls you into his lap, his hands gripping your thighs as his lips find yours again, hungry, claiming. “you’re not going anywhere,” he murmurs against your mouth. “not after this.”

[wild-moss-art]

This is why I read the reddit comments

[rackraccartpage]

[hottubsandwiches]

guys is this something

[yescking]

not that alone!

[pebblethief]

This is Irk, a baby tortle bard off on his first adventure!

He's very excited and optimistic and he inspires people by drawing them little pictures

his plushie is called Gim

[puppppppppy]

who is your favorite AA character? 👁️👁️

ziska… I hope capcom brings her back someday

[jesuistrestriste]

♡ Nice Guys Finish Last; Art Donaldson x Reader ♡

nsfw! (18+) cw: soft dom!art donaldson, sub!reader, afab/fem reader, porn w/ a little plot, penetrative sex, unsafe sex/pullout method, slight edging (reader!receiving), equal desperation, praise, general filth, art is a softie until he's not

wc: 4.2 k

*does not include challengers spoilers!*

prev. art donaldson fic : <3 here <3

It was currently 11 PM in the state of New York, and Art Donaldson was in your hotel room.

-

Earlier today, you had competed in a long singles tennis tournament for a cash prize, and had beat every other girl in the bracket. You walked away from it with five-hundred more dollars in your pocket than you had walked in with, and a smug grin on your glossy lips.

Art Donaldson had competed in a similar tournament at the same venue, except it involved doubles teams playing against one another. He had played with his typical partner, Patrick Zweig, and they, too, had beat everyone in their bracket.

Tomorrow, they would be playing against one another to determine the ultimate winner.

You had watched them play, and they had watched you play too.

After the venue had shut down for the night, you had begun to wander back to your hotel a few blocks away and coincidentally bumped into the two boys heading back to the same building.

You three talked--or rather, they had buttered you up with compliments as you all went up the elevator, and suddenly you were in their hotel room drinking cheap beer from cold metal cans.

They both flirted relentlessly with you for about an hour or two, before Patrick had called it a night (and had given up on trying to woo you) and told you and Art that he was going to sleep.

Art had given you a look and nodded towards their room's door with a small smile, silently suggesting something. Thirty seconds later the both of you were standing alone in the hotel hallway. He chatted you up and praised your tennis-playing for about ten more minutes, his blue eyes staring into yours with an earnest desire to hold your attention. You had laughed and flushed with a nervous heat while he sang your praises, and then a bout of silence came over the two of you. He looked down to his shoes, letting out a soft chuckle, and then back up to your eyes.. and then down to your lips. The buzz of the fluorescent lights above made the silence seem more tense than it already was.

After tossing the reality of this interaction around in your head, you had realized that his kind, sensitive, charming persona was effectively rendering you weak in the knees..

"You're really pretty, by the way.. i don't know if i've said that yet, but you are," he had spoken in the hallway, leaning his shoulder against the wall as a lock of his strawberry-blonde curls hung in the center of his forehead.

And that was it.

Five minutes later he was in your hotel room.

-

The both of you kicked your shoes off in the doorway, and then moved to sit on the edge of your hotel room bed. Your chest and hands felt strangely hot as the young, talented tennis player sat there next to you. After a few moments of shared bashful glances, you started to notice things about him that you hadn't before.

Sometimes when he smiled, only one corner of his lips would lift up. When that happened, it looked more like he was smirking than he was smiling, which made him seem either disingenuous or disinterested -- even though it seemed that neither of those things were true.

He smelled like generic aftershave, faint sweat, and warm skin, which was a pleasant contrast to the smell of the hotel room. While the hotel was clean, it was also old, which made the permeating scent of the carpet akin to something like the stale basement of a childhood home.

He fidgeted subtly with his hands, staring into your eyes before averting them to look around at your luggage and tennis bag on the floor.

"So.. you said you're going to Stanford this fall, right?" you say, leaning back on your palms.

"Yeah, yeah," he nods, turning his head to look back to you again with a sheepish smile, “and you’re going to Harvard?”

“Mhm,” you hum, smiling back at him, “is Patrick going with you?”

He laughs a little, his brows furrowing, “Patrick? Hell no.”

You shake your head, “why not?”

“Patrick isn’t the college type. He wants to go pro immediately.”

“Ohh.. right, i forgot he mentioned that.”

“Yeah,” Art shrugs, still giving you a soft look as he shifts a little in his spot on the end of the mattress.

“I think you’re better off at Stanford without him,” you tease slightly, a playful smirk on your face.

He smiles wider, “Why?”

“I think he’d just get you into trouble,” you chuckle.

Art laughs again, a tiny bit harder than he did before, and you’re not sure if it’s because he genuinely likes your playfulness or if it’s because he’s a little nervous.

"You don't think I can cause trouble?" he asks with a small smile.

You shake your head after letting a soft giggle bubble up and out of your chest in response.

"Nah, not really."

"Why's that?"

"You're just so.. so nice."

He scoffs lightly and gently rolls his eyes, reaching up to tuck some of his messy hair behind one of his ears. He chews a little on the inside of his cheek.

"What?" you laugh.

"Everyone me and Patrick meet thinks he's this cool 'bad-boy' and I'm just this.. meek little 'nice guy'," he chuckles, matching your body language now by also leaning back on his palms.

Your smile falters slightly when he does this, but only because now the sleeve of his gray tee shirt was brushing against your bare shoulder, and your faces were a short distance apart. If you tried, you could probably just lean in and kiss him..

"It's not a bad thing to be a nice guy," you smirk, continuing your guys' little back-and-forth.

"Yeah, but there's, like, connotations behind that idea of a guy."

"What 'connotations'?"

He lets out a stiff chuckle, averting his eyes down to his legs before he returns your eye contact once again as he speaks, "I don't know.. that I'm 'shy', or that i 'cant be assertive'.."

You smile, feeling another wave of warmth creep over your stomach just from the way he was looking at you. His eyes were soft but steadily looking into yours, and each second felt like three years.

"So you're saying that those assumptions aren't true?" you tease gently, subtly moving to lean your shoulder against his. He noticed this immediately.

"God!" he laughs, slightly offended but still playing along, "do they seem true?"

"No," you say a bit softer with a smile, your eyes unintentionally drifting down to his pink lips. He noticed this too.

"Okay, good," he leans in a little more, your lips only a handful of inches apart now ".. 'cause they're definitely not."

"Really?" you chuckle, still teasing him.

He nods, "Really, really."

You could feel your heart beating rapidly in your ribcage, and then you started to wonder if he could hear it. Your lips part, little breaths being let out as you lean in an extra two inches. He smirks, and then you feel him move his right hand off of the bed and over your thigh. Its gentle and almost hesitant; giving you the opportunity to say 'no' if you wanted to.. but you didn't. you definitely didn't want to say no.

Your breathing hitches a little and your thighs shift slightly to capture his fingers between your limbs, and he looks steadily into your eyes as his digits squeeze your flesh softly.

"I'm not that shy," he murmurs lowly.

And then his lips are on yours, hot and hungry and eager to please. Your brows furrow as you kiss him back with equal ferocity, and his other hand moves to gently cup your cheek.

His tongue lathes over your bottom lip, and you open your mouth wider so that he can slide it in and taste you better. He groans softly against your smooth, parted lips, his hand between your thighs sliding up to press his palm against your clothed heat. A shaky, barely audible moan escapes your lips as this happens, and he swallows it down as he kisses you harder.

Art's hands then move to slide under your athletic tank top, and he pulls away with lidded eyes to mumble lowly and warmly against your jaw, "can I take this off?"

You nod feverishly, breathing heavily, as you lift your arms above your head while he pulls your shirt up and over. He tosses it aside once it's off like it's trash to him, and then he's diving back in to kiss and suck and nip at your neck. You're sure that he'll leave marks, but you can't find the strength or willpower to deny how hot it would be to look in the mirror later and see all of the little red blotches that his pretty mouth left behind. A few soft "ahh"s and "oh"s slip from your parted lips as his tongue flicks over your pulse point like its a clit, and you can feel your cunt clench around nothing. Without further warning, both of his hands slide up to grope your breasts over your sports bra, and your back arches instantly.

"I want to see more of you," Art whispers against your neck, one of his hands moving back to gently grope your thigh right under the hem of your shorts, while his other starts to hook one of his fingers under the elastic band of your bra.

"Yeah, yes," you mumble and nod, your eyes fluttering shut as you feel his silky tongue lap gently over the sensitive spot on your lower neck again.

He pulls back, his lips shiny with his own saliva, and he lets out a small huff of air as he stands up from the bed and shifts to stand in front of where you're trembling on the edge of it.

Your eyes meet his, and you now fully realize that his whole "nice guy" thing was a facade.. maybe it was just a protective cloak he put on until he got comfortable..

Regardless, he looked different now as he stood in front of you, breathing heavily as his gaze drank in the sight of your body. He takes a step closer, his knees touching the end of the bed as his legs stood steadily between yours. He looks down, shifting his left knee to push your legs farther apart, and you have to bite down on your bottom lip to stifle a whine.

Not a moment later, he's reaching down to pull your tight sports bra over your head. It drops from his grasp onto the floor, his breathing hitches as he looks down at your exposed chest, and then his hands are moving to roughly knead and squeeze at your soft flesh underneath his palms. You shudder and bite your lip. He thumbs your nipples.

His eyes move back up to return your gaze, and he leans down and starts to crawl on top of you, his body gently coaxing yours to lay back flat over the patterned comforter. You don't need a verbal cue from him to know what he wants and what his goal is; his body did all the talking -- just like it did when he played tennis.

"Fuck," he breathes out, his erection straining against the inside of his boxers as it presses against your bare abdomen. A lift of your hips is all the indication he needs from you to tell him that you're as desperate for this as he is right now, and so he gingerly begins to slide one of his hands down the front of your shorts. His touch dips under the waistband, and then before you can process the sensation, you realize that he's moving down into your panties too. One thing that you are painfully aware of, though, is the fact that he never tries to break eye contact while he does all this..

"Ahh.." you moan, your brows pinching up as you feel his warm fingertips brush over your throbbing, sensitive nub. He was hardly touching you, but it was enough to get the fire roaring in your guts. It was more than enough. He knew all the right ways to touch you.. and all the right spots to squeeze and caress.. which seemed crazy considering you two had never spoken to one another until about three or so hours ago.

He smiles gently, his eyes now moving to gaze down at your lips. The pads of Art's fingers begin to play with your clit, rubbing soft and incessant circles over the ball of nerves as you start to squirm on the bed. His head leans back down to kiss your neck and your hands shakily grab onto his shoulders. A laugh escapes him, coating your flesh in a bath of warm air, while he feels your nails dig into him. Even over the fabric of his cotton tee shirt he can feel this, and he winces slightly before the sting of your grip dissolves into pleasure and he starts to moan along with you.

A few more minutes of this go on, and the band in your stomach is stretched more and more until it feels like it's about to snap, and then-

"I really want to fuck you right now," Art murmurs against your skin, his fingers coming to a pause as he pulls his face from the crook of your neck to look down into your dazed eyes.

You blink a few times, feeling the numbing pressure in your pussy start to fade as he unintentionally edges you.

"yes, please.. I want you to.." you softly whimper, your hands reaching up to needily tug at his shirt.

"I don't have a condom," he whispers breathlessly, shaking his head softly as his gaze falls onto your lips now.

"I.." you pause, taking a second to breathe as you attempt to think over the predicament you're now in, "uhm.. I- well, I don't really care.. as long as you pull out.."

It's almost as if just the idea of him being able to be inside of you-- skin to skin; raw--sets him off, because the moment the words leave your mouth, he's letting out soft breathy moans and grinding his clothed pelvis against your thigh. You can feel him throbbing through the fabric, and now you're certain you can't wait much longer. Neither can he.

Your hands pull on his shirt again, forcing his face back down close to yours, "I want you inside of me.."

A groan and a grunt later, he's scrambling to pull his shirt off, and then his shorts, and then his strong calloused hands are gently tugging yours down as well. Art doesn't want to waste time on the act of undressing. Sure, he liked being tender and going slow most times, but this occasion was different. The more that he felt himself leaking into his underwear, the more he needed to feel your silky cunt grip around his cock. Maybe if he got your number after all this, he could go slow next time, but not now. Not when he's like this and you're like that.

When your panties are pulled down with your shorts, Art lets out a groan as he sees the fabric connecting with your delicate flesh via a glistening string of arousal from your heat.

"Jesus Christ," he huffs, his tongue moving to dip out over his bottom lip involuntarily. He pushes your shorts and panties down the rest of the way, and you urgently kick them off onto the room's carpet.

After he moves back up, one of his hands reaches down once again to your cunt. His fingers gently brush over your slicked-up folds, causing your body to jolt and shudder as you struggle to remain quiet. In the next instant, you feel his touch leave your body and you watch in awe as he brings his digits up to his lips and sucks your juices off of them. He rolls your wetness around over his tongue and his eyes roll back a little. He can't help it -- you just taste so fuckin' good.

"Art," you whisper, your voice dissolving into a soft whine, "c'mon.. just- I want you to-"

You're cut off when the man hovering over your form moves his fingers from his mouth and down to yours, effectively shutting you up.

"Suck," he whispers.

You do as you're told instantly, parting your lips to engulf his middle and ring finger in wet heat; your drool pools over his fingertips as your tongue swirls around them and tastes the mix of his saliva and the remnants of your arousal.

He watches with bated breath as you do this, his eyes never leaving your face, and he cant stop himself from pushing his hard, clothed dick against your bare cunt. Your eyes flutter. A string of whimpers echo out into the room from your chest, and you can feel more of your wetness slide down from your entrance.

Art keeps his fingers in your mouth as he uses his other hand to pull his hard-on out of his black boxer briefs, groaning as he taps your clit with the tip of it a few times. Each time his leaking cockhead touches your sensitive parts, your hips buck up. He didn't think it was physically possible to get as turned on as he was right then.

He shifts his pelvis back so that he can slide his dick over your sticky body, not pushing in quite yet, but just teasing your greedy hole. The feeling of your heady moans around his fingers cause them to vibrate, and he leans down close to your face on instinct.

Your breath catches in your throat. Your eyes blink open and you whimper as he uses his digits to gently force your lips to part so that he can shove his tongue past them. Art licks at the inside of your mouth, groaning while he subtly removes his fingers and brings them down to your clit once more. He slots your bundle of nerves between his index and middle finger, sliding them up and down to effectively stroke over your most sensitive area as you feel his cock prodding at your hole.

While his tongue laps over yours, his mouth eagerly swallowing the obscenely loud moans you're letting out as your climax approaches once again, he begins to slide his tip into you. Your eyes instantly open wide before your face scrunches up in pleasure and your hands desperately paw at his shoulders.

He slides in another inch.

And another.

And then two more.

And then he bottoms out completely, filling you wholly with his twitching length as he pulls his face back from your lips to gasp softly.

You look up at him as his brows furrow, and you wriggle underneath him as he lets out a soft growl.

"You're so tight.. shit, you feel so good," he murmurs lowly, his eyes on yours as he starts to slide himself slowly back out before thrusting back in. You can feel him hit your cervix. You'd let him bruise it if he wanted to.

And he wants to.

"Fuck me harder," you moan softly.

"Yeah?" he smirks, breathing heavily.

"Yeah."

He leans up so that his back is straight, and he gazes down at you while he slides his hands under your form to gingerly cup your lower back.. and then he's pounding into you without further warning.

Your back arches up from his hold, and every thrust of his thick cock into your cunt is sending explosions of numbing heat throughout your lower half.

Each movement of his hips results in a lewd squelch as his pelvis slaps into the underside of your ass, and every movement sends you closer and closer to the edge. He's groaning and moaning above you, watching your every move as you squirm around and take him properly. You want to be good for him; he can tell.

Whimpers and needy whines are forced out of you as he fucks you with abandon into the mattress, and your mind is forced back into reality once you feel his hands move from your back to your sensitive tits.

"Are you gonna cum? You're squeezing down on me," he breathes out, a loud groan cutting his words off as he tips his head back. His thrusts grow sloppier, "oh god, oh fff-u-uck.."

"Ye-- Uhh- Ahh-!" you hoarsely and brokenly moan out, unable to fully give him an answer. Your hands fist the cool sheets under you as your legs start to involuntarily squeeze together with the onslaught of your impending orgasm.

Art brings his head back up to look down at you, and he shakes his head, sliding his hands down from your breasts to your legs to lift them up and spread them apart gently but forcefully.

"Keep them spread.. I know you're close," he says softly to you, "I promise I'll let you come.. just keep being good for me.. I'm almost there.."

Once his words fill your fuzzy head, you can't help but let out an obscenely loud---borderline-pornographic---moan as your thighs shake in his hold. His cock slams into you faster, but with less and less precision. He bites his lip before his jaw slacks and he lets out an equally loud moan to accompany your filthy noises.

"You're so fucking pretty... you're so-- you feel so damn good," he babbles gruffly, his touch digging into your legs as his hips rashly thrust his throbbing length in and out of your sopping pussy.

You nod, unsure of what to say or how to even respond in the state that your body is in. You're somehow limp and tense at the same time, your body shivering as your back arches up again.

"I-- I'm gonna--!" you gasp out in a shaky whimper.

He moans at your words, fucking you deeper and messier, before he leans down over you and you can feel his broad toned chest press against yours.

"Say it.." he breathes out against your ear in a soft groan.

You moan, shuddering under him as your cunt starts to rhythmically tighten around him.

"I'm gonna cum," you whine, nearly sobbing.

"Fuck," he groans, "yeah? Say it again for me."

"I'm gonna cummm-!"

"You wanna cum on my cock?"

You nod helplessly, your arms wrapped around his flushed upper back as his cock slides in and out of you; his tip constantly brushing up against that special spot in your velvety walls hidden just a couple inches inside.

"Yess-s-!" you moan, your body absolutely writhing on the bed under his heavy form.

"Okay.. alright," he breathes out hotly into your neck, "go on and cum for me."

Before you can process what's going on, your body is overwhelmed with an overpowering heat as the last thing you distinctly feel is one of Art's hands moving down your lower abdomen to then rub circles over your swollen bud with his thumb. And that's all it takes -- You’re thrown over the edge.

"Fuck! OH MY GOD, OH--!" you cry out, your nails digging into his back as he fucks you through your climax.

He groans harshly and loudly against your warm skin before his hips stutter with the feeling of your hole pulsing around him. He keeps his digit rubbing incessant, soft circles over your clit to prolong your orgasm as he forces himself to pull out with a gasp.

His balls draw up and he reaches down quickly with his other hand to stroke over his length just as he feels his release start to rise up.

As you moan tremblingly and bask in your afterglow, you try to catch your breath as you shakily push yourself up onto your elbows just in time to watch Art squirt out a thick load over your torso. Rope after rope of sticky white fluid drips and gushes from his cock and between his fingers as he jerks himself off; shuddering deeply over you and letting out little "fuck"s and "oh my god"s and "yes"s.

After a few more shaky moments tick by, his thumb comes to a halt over your clit as he watches the last drops of his cum fall onto your stomach.

He breathes heavily, biting his lip as he watches your body shake. He loves the way his cum looks on your beautiful body.. it's like liquid pearl splattered all over you. He takes several mental pictures of the scene in front of him before he collapses on top of you with a soft grin.

You chuckle breathily, wrapping your arms around him as your warm bodies stick together in the aftermath, and he presses two soft kisses to your neck. One of your hands slides up from between his shoulder blades to run some of your fingers through his messy curls. He shivers and sighs, sliding his hands under your body to hold you closer to him.

A small period of comfortable silence is held between you two as you both work to catch your breaths, before Art is the one to break the quiet with a soft murmur into your shoulder.

"So.. can I get your number?"

"After round two," you whisper with a smile.

"Deal."

note; this is for everyone who voted for soft dom!art donaldson in that poll + the anons in my inbox asking for this sort of dynamic w/ art <3 much much much love !

divider credit: @benkeibear <3

[velvrei]

art donaldson drabble masterlist

note: all works here written by velvrei, do not take my work and post on third party apps or translate it either.

❦ = smut, ☼ = suggestive, ✿ = fluff

sub!art fucking your tits ❦

riding art’s face ❦

art dom & sub nsfw headcannons ❦

angry sex after he looses his match (slight breeding kink) ❦

[artbyfinn]

!!!

[shreddies-scribbles]

i’m a bit obsessed with the sub one club

[mrghostrat]

it's a day for kisses

thank you so much to all who came to watch this stream!! we kissed for 6 hours together 😭💛 (if you missed it, you can watch the recording here!)

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[wolfythewitch]

in another life, I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you

[naturesapphic]

I’m so pathetic for women that when they call me any petname, I just melt into the floor