𝓒𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 .ᐟ small mention of insecurity/self-doubt ◞ age gap ◞ mostly just fluff! ◞ fem!reader ◞ reader being pregnant mention ◞ reader is in college! ✦ ♯
꒰ ֶָ ♥︎ : 𝓘𝐋𝐋𝐈'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐙 ⸝⸝ layout creds: @/jacksabbotts ⸝⸝ divider creds: @/cursed-carmine ⸝⸝ haven't written 4 challengers in a good minute...also do we see his pout in the first pic? he's so cute i can't, also YES i'm on like a dilf train rn or something and I do not plan on getting off...
𝓓𝐈𝐋𝐅!𝓐𝐑𝐓 Who's so sweet and giving it makes your heart ache. Years of feeling like he wasn't enough with Tashi left him with this quiet determination to make you feel everything. You never doubt how much he wants you since he's always reassuring you–even in the most smallest ways. Kisses on your cheek before you go off to uni to making you dinner after a long day of classes, he's always made sure to display his affection one way or another.
𝓓𝐈𝐋𝐅!𝓐𝐑𝐓 Who keeps a toothbrush for you at his house right along with Lily's in her little pink holder in the bathroom–without you even having to ask. And on one particular day you noticed–and tried not to cry as you got ready for school.
𝓓𝐈𝐋𝐅!𝓐𝐑𝐓 Who loves the relationship that you and Lily had formed ever since you two had gotten together. You're so gentle with her. Patient. Kind. It gives him vivid images of what it would be like to have a real kid with you, see you swollen with his baby inside of you–but it was just a silly dream. He could barely handle Lily–even with you around. Though, he likes to think about it sometimes whenever he can't fall asleep. What'd it be like.
𝓓𝐈𝐋𝐅!𝓐𝐑𝐓 Who's extremely cautious about PDA whenever you go out with him, claiming that "you'd be embarrassed" when deep down you know it's the opposite. So what if he gets a little insecure out in public? He knows he's older. He knows it looks odd–but don't worry, you'll be there to kiss his worries away.
𝓓𝐈𝐋𝐅!𝓐𝐑𝐓 Who is sooo touchy in private,like when I tell you they man is starved...I mean it. Always a hand on your waist, hips, thighs–anywhere you'd let him really. He just likes to feel you, like to bury his face into the crook of your neck and hold you until you'd force him to let go.
𝓓𝐈𝐋𝐅!𝓐𝐑𝐓 Who sends corny texts like "Goodluck on your exam, baby! 🩷🩷😎😎" But you'll always heart them, sending him back a photo of you smiling and a "Thanks, Art :)"
𝓓𝐈𝐋𝐅!𝓐𝐑𝐓 Who secretly loves the rants you go on whenever a class doesn't go well since then he'd finally get a little peek into your life whenever he's not in it–always adding his own commentary that never fails to make you smile.
"Wouldn't have happened if I was there."
"Art, you're like 33."
"So...?"
𝓓𝐈𝐋𝐅!𝓐𝐑𝐓 Who loves when you call him "Mr.Donaldson"–it's so innocent yes so filthy at the same time it drives him insane.
𝓓𝐈𝐋𝐅!𝓐𝐑𝐓 Who is 100% a giver, always making sure you're satisfied first before focusing on his own needs–in and out of the bedroom..
𝓓𝐈𝐋𝐅!𝓐𝐑𝐓 Who's gets so embarrassed whenever you tease him about his age, whispering things about he was your "mature man", the pet name never failing to turn his cheeks pink–but don't worry, he calls you "kiddo" just as much.
𝓓𝐈𝐋𝐅!𝓐𝐑𝐓 Who sometimes confesses he thinks he's holding you back. You're a bright, young college student and he's...a retired tennis player. You'd be better off without him–but you always make sure to dismiss him before he even fixes his lips to bring it up. Whispering soft praises and reassurances against his cheek until he finally stopped.
"But you could go so much farther–"
"Art."
"But–'
"I'm not leaving you. I never will. I want you..I want a real life with you–and Lily. So stop talking or I'll make you stop."
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summary: art gets a private fashion show from his favourite girl, but he can't keep his hands to himself
cw .ᐟ nsfw, public setting
"mm, what'd ya think of this one?" art's in heaven. his pretty little thing giving him his own personal fashion show. he's half tempted to call up his first coach and thank him for work he did, 'cause there's no way he'd have you in your pretty pink dresses parading around for him if he never made it. fuck the tennis, art couldn't care for the slams, his babygirl is the best thing that ever came from his fame.
legs spread as he sits in the leather chair outside the dressing room. "so pretty, baby." he hums, you're a fucking vision, art can barely form any sentences that aren't compliments when you're in front of him. especially when you're in and out of a dressing room showing him all the dresses he gets to spend his money on. his perfect little doll, playing dress up with his prize winnings. he's living the fucking dream.
waltzing back behind the curtain, changing into more clothing for art to add to his credit card bills. sliding into the baby pink lingerie set, little bows darted over the fabric, smirking to yourself before you pull back the curtain, knowing full well art's about to combust at the sight.
"jesus christ," art breathes out, his throat feeling tight as his hands clutch the arms of the chair. his whole body feels hot, and he's sure if he looked down there'd be a damp spot starting to show on his slacks. "you're gonna kill me one of these days, princess."
your sweet giggle has art nearly pulling you into his lap, his knuckles white, still clutching the chair, as forces himself to resist. the sounds of rustling in the other dressing rooms pulling him back down to reality. crossing one leg over the other, in some lame attempt to cover up the obvious bulge in his pants. he's desperate to reach out and touch you, but art knows he wouldn't be able to stop if he did.
faux innocent smile on your face as you turn back into the dressing room, being sure to bend over for your own clothes on the floor before closing the curtain. "oh fuck me." art mutters, head falling back before he's pushing himself into the dressing room with you and closing the curtain behind him.
"you are so evil, babygirl." he purrs into your ear, big hands pulling you by the waist against his body. eyes darting all over figure through the mirror behind you, before spinning you around to face yourself in the reflection. one hand gripping where your throat meets your jaw, forcing your eyes to his through the mirror.
"didn't even do anythin', artie." you murmur, batting those long lashes at him.
"liar," art whispers into your ear, gently biting down on the lobe before trailing his lips across the side of your neck. the hand resting on your hip starts to move over your stomach, teasing the hem of the lace panties you were trying on for him. "gonna be nice and quiet for me, pretty girl?"
lip between your teeth as you nod your head, eyes glued to his through the mirror before darting down to watch his hand slip under the fabric of your underwear. art's mouth peppers your throat with wet kisses as his fingers slide up through your folds, spreading your wetness over your heat, humming against your skin as he does.
biting down gently on your shoulder as art slips his middle finger inside, his thumb circling against your clit. "oh, hmm— artie, oh—" you breathe out, before his hand on your jaw moves to clamp down over your mouth. "be quiet, baby." he orders gently, adding his ring finger inside you to move in time with his previous. your knees growing weak as art fucks his fingers in and out of you.
brows furrowed in pleasure, hot breath against his hand while his thumb matches the pace of his fingers inside you against your bundle of nerves. the sounds of those around you still present in your ear, too busy to pay any mind to the whispers of suspect to what you and art were doing. art's hips start to move against your ass, providing him some much needed friction, his own groans muffled into the side of your neck.
"art!" not even his hand can muffle the moan of his name leaving your lips, chuckling into your skin as his fingers keep fucking you. "shush, babygirl." he purrs, nipping the skin of your earlobe once more, pouting behind his hand over your face. the squelch of his fingers filling the empty noise of the dressing room, your knees starting to threaten to buckle as the band in your stomach grows tighter.
"god, look how fuckin' pretty you look, baby," art coos into your ear, watching every subtle reaction of your body through the mirror. his cock leaking through the fabric of his pants as he continues grinding against you.
"gonna cum on my fingers, pretty? be my good little girl?" the whispered words have you buckling onto him, barely holding back the moans as you fall apart under his touch. art's fingers don't halt, prolonging your orgasm as much as he can. only slowing sliding out of you as your body starts to shake, bringing his fingers up to his mouth, sucking the taste of you from them as he drops his hand from your face.
smiling around his fingers as he savours every bit of your wetness, still meeting your eyes through the reflection as his he holds you up against him still. spinning you around to him afterwards, big hands resting on your hips as he presses a kiss to your forehead. "so good for me, princess."
"art?" you hum, tilting your head as you try to bite back a giggle.
"yeah, babygirl?" he murmurs softly, bringing his hands up to your jaw, angling your face up to his eyes. "did you, um, did you just cum in your pants?" you manage to ask through soft giggles, lip between your teeth as you watch the pink blush spread across his cheeks.
summary: you and art have been on and off for months. you give him company, he pays you. its a win-win situation, specially with the sex. but things change when he starts turning more needy, more sweet. and that doesn't sit right with a you; a 20 something year old struggling to find out who she really is.
note: im backk!! hopefully yall missed me, or even remembered me! >.<
"leaving so soon?" his deep voice made you flinch as you were midway through putting your feet into your shoes. "yeah, sorry." you smile at him, quickly averting your gaze.
you always leave after sex. sure you sleep for a while, but each time he wakes up he's alone, without your warmth. but really, what did he expect? you were a random girl he found at the bar. months into his divorce and he needed to release some steam. and you looked so pretty in the dance floor. flash forward to now, you're both in this...toxic cycle.
definitely not lovers. but definitely not just friends. a rare inbetween that for months he was happy with. but now? not so much.
"stay. come on, its 4am, i cant let you get a taxi at this time." he sits up, wrapping his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you back into his arms. his hands working fast on taking off the clothes you had just put back on.
you comply, mainly because you love the attention he gives you. its something that got you hooked on him since the beginning. but there's also a deep feeling of dread in your stomach. you like his company, you do.
but you like it a little bit too much.
you're getting too comfortable around him, around his touches, his caresses. "go back to sleep, yeah? ill bring you breakfast to bed tomorrow." he smiles softly, petting your hair while burying your face into his chest. you're now skin to skin, making everything much more natural. "i really think i should go.." you protest quietly, enjoying the way his hard muscles feel against your body.
"and i think you shouldn't. there's no taxis out there at this time. and i wont let you walk home." not without him. not when you're so vulnerable. "plus, my bed is much more comfortable." you turn your head to look up at him, your bottom lip jutted out into a slight pout.
he looks down at you, the corner of his mouth curling up into a grin and he pecks your lips. you melt, no questions asked. your arms wrap around his torso as you make yourself more comfortable.
you've recently been getting this strong urge to never let go of him. specially in occasions like these. when his arms are embracing you tightly and your body is right against yours. you usually pull away before you get too attached to someone.
and sure, maybe he's still not fully over his divorce, and you're in no good mental state to be with someone older, someone who's looking to settle down. but how can you walk away when he's peppering your forehead with tiny kisses.
how could you say no when your blinks start to turn heavy?
you dont. instead you do decide to stay.
and maybe everything is not so bad with him by your side.
THINKING ABOUT COACH!ART BEING ALL FLUSTERED AROUND PERVERT!READER ꩜ .ᐟ
WARNINGS .ᐟ age gap (art is in his 30’s, reader is in her 20’s). power dynamics (coach & athlete). reader is perverse.
you were surely doing this all on purpose, thought art—the witty responses, wandering eyes, tight and extremely short tennis skirts and the completely unnecessary subtle touches.
it started gradually at first, of course you’d been a total recluse when he first started coaching you, you both had, but with time you eventually opened up to him, your raunchy personality barring itself to him as soon as you felt comfortable around him.
you started talking to him as if he weren’t supposed to be your superior, as if you weren’t supposed to keep your and art’s relationship strictly professional.
it drove him mad.
each coaching session ended with him in the shower, his one hand bracing against the cold tiles of the shower wall while the other fisted his cock, his mind conjuring up the filthiest images of you; you bent over the net with your tennis skirt flipped up; you with your beautiful legs spread and over his shoulders while his mouth devoured the pretty pussy he imagined you had. just you, you, you.
it was starting to become a problem, to the point he’d lay awake at night thinking about you, talk patrick’s ear off about how he shouldn’t even want you like that, how he shouldn’t even see you like that, to which patrick would reply with some sleazy comment on how you were both adults so who gave a fuck? he also had some inkling of a feeling that you knew just how much of a problem this was for him, well judging from your increasingly risqué behaviour around him.
he was right of course, you noticed, i mean anyone with eyes could see that coach art donaldson had the hots for his star player, it was as obvious as the tent in his shorts each time you’d “accidentally” brushed your hand across his crotch in passing, the twinkle in your eye giving your game away instantaneously.
today was like any other; you arrived at his home for your afternoon till late night training session, white tennis shoes tapping against the floor as you walked the familiar route through his home toward the backyard, leading to the private tennis court he coached you on.
a sultry smile made its way onto your lips at the sight of him shirtless, doing laps up and down the tennis court as he waited for you, chest glistening like a glazed donut, the sight straight out of porno.
you descended the steps to the tennis court, dropping your belongings on one of the benches court-side before clearing your throat.
art stopped in his tracks, lips parted as he huffed out air, gleaming with sweat as he turned to face you, the corners of his lips twisting up in that side smirk you got off too late at night, the look on your face already making him shake his head in defeat; he could only imagine what you were thinking right about now.
“oh don’t stop on my account,” you spoke, walking up to him, your eyes shamelessly trailing over his shirtless form, lingering on his pecs before swallowing, looking back up at him.
“you’re late,” he quips, his lips forming a thin line as he uses the towel he’d grabbed in passing, patting the back of his neck before laying the white towel over his shoulder.
you rolled your eyes at his retort, stepping closer till the toes of your shoes touched his, your hand reaching up for the towel, bunching it up in your dominant hand before beginning to pat down the front of his neck, moving the fabric down along his collarbones before stopping just above his hardened chest, your eyes filled to the brim with mischief as you looked right into his blue ones, before continuing, your other hand bracing itself on his bicep, nails digging into his skin.
this was what he was talking about; though this could’ve been interpreted as a kind, friendly gesture, the slight curl of the corners of your lips, your fluttering lashes, it all pointed to the glaringly obvious sign—you were doing all of this just to rile him up, and it was clearly working.
you tossed the towel back to him after patting down most of his chest and abdomen, tilting your head up at him before speaking, “you’re welcome,” you hummed, your bottom lip caught between your teeth in that way that made him lose his mind, the apples of his cheeks tinting a light shade of pink, the same shade you were so sure his pretty (and currently hard and aching) cock was.
and with that you turned on your heels, jogging back to your belongings to pick up your tennis racket, leaving art clenching and unclenching his fists as he stayed in place, his tongue darting out to wet his lips before smiling, shaking his head, sneakily adjusting himself in his white adidas shorts.
dilf!art who’s got you on knees at the ready for him. soft hands and wet mouth around his cock, and he can’t get it up.
“is everything ok?” you pull off him, still working your up and down.
“m-mhm.” it comes out a little strained.
“does it… feel good?”
he could hear the hesitation in your voice, and he’s mental kicking himself in the face. art doesn’t do this often. go out and hook up with random people he’s just met, so maybe that’s the cause for delay….
you survey his facial expressions, eyebrows pinched in deep concentration, jaw clenched, before taking him back in your mouth.
you sucked harder and jerked your hands faster but still nothing.
“i can stop-”
“no! no, i just -shit- i’m sorry.”
art flopped onto his back, his hands coming up to cover his face. “it’s ok, lots of guys don’t like head.” you said, crawling up to straddle him. “don’t feel bad.” you ran you nails along his scalp, gaining a sigh from him. “this doesn’t happen often.” he lied. “i just have a lot on my mind.”
you smiled down at him. “then maybe you should stop thinking.” you slide your hand down in between your bodies. “just close your eyes, and feel my hand around you.” you gripped firmly, starting to move up and down slowly his dick still slick from saliva.
“doesn’t that feel nice?”
art nodded, letting himself relax into the bed below him
you kept stroking him, and slowly he started hardening up in your hands. “o-oh.”
“good boy.” your voice was sweet saying the praise and it made art’s cock twitch and a whine leave his throat.
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Guys I loved writing the first short n sweet inspo fic so here’s more bc that ovulation album is too good <3
WHERE ART THOU ? WHY NOT UPONETH ME ?
౨ৎ Summary: your hosting a slumber party at Art’s mansion. But you can’t quite stay away from your pull to get the man in a room where there are no others. Inspo from Bed Chem by Sabrina Carpenter 🤍
18 + | very much smut !, unprotected sex, age gap, (reader early 20’s) dilf!Art, size kink, first daddy kink fic (omg) semi-public sex, oral (f) reviving, pet names, this made me feel a bit slutty just writing it, needy!reader, fatherly Art ;)
A/N: the fucking edits on tiktok of Mike to Bed Chem are making me go insane ! just when I thought there was no possible way for me to be crazier over this man omfg. So I had to give the girls a fic to go w it ofc <3
It was like fate. The day you met him.
Nothing could of been more perfect when the stars aligned to bring you to accompany your solid group of trust fund friends to one of his tournaments that evening. You were like most girls your age, makeup, pop music, nice ornaments for your wardrobe — you weren’t the kind of girl that could say she knew much about sports, and certainly little to nothing to be caught landing a seat at the us open... but eventually that grew to be a substantial part of what found him to be so drawn to you.
It was that day when you’d been in the bleachers watching the blonde play like it was his life’s greatest prophecy. For the first time in your still too little years of living, you’d never felt that aroused by a man you’d only saw from the mere view of him hitting a ball with a racket.
But he was unearthly.
Built like how men used to be. Face like it came straight from heaven. Serve like he knew a thing or two in bed.
You were drunk on want, need for him. You were damn lucky your friends were loaded enough to go to all the after parties with most of the star athletes. It was insane to you that you would follow the vip and your most sports driven friends (enthusiast if you will.) to where the elites spend their time. You wanted a nice hang out. Good food. Expensive drinks. But it was between you and the universe that you’d leave with so much more.
You were in a sheer dress and kitten heels when he spotted you. Just his star studded sly smile from across the event hall, when he saw you and your friends conversing in mostly a pretentious manner like most kids your age did when they could afford the lifestyle most people only dreamed of. But not you, you were entranced, pulled away. By his wide, blue eyes that you assumed filled with the same yearn you’d been struck with. And to your quick manifest, Art was gazing right back at you.
Only sharing a couple brief exchanges with the tall and stature, modest but kindly — beautiful and magnetic man around mutual friends, before you’d both been rushed to leave. Him with his team, and you with your entourage.
Like that you were tied to the tennis star in the blink of a moment. And Soon enough — being photographed with him around the heat of the city.
Games, athlete dinner parties, press events. Even photos of you two sharing more than a couple of words, maybe even kisses, behind menus at glamorous rooftop restaurants. Magazine outlets went crazy through the roof in just a few weeks time. Milking whatever they could out of Art Donaldson and his controversially younger girlfriend.
They didn’t have enough tabs on what you two had officially been to one another and that was perfect for the two of you. Because now that time has pushed you and the blonde closer and more into each other — you’d spend days and nights locked away with Art in his new found mansion post his former divorce. Home so beautifully articulated and big enough for you to be extra generous with your time with the dream boat of a man.
It would go down in history what the two of you had done in every room.
Now, a gorgeous weekend ahead of you after your week that was always filled with Art treating you to the finest cooked dinners, at home date nights filled with breezy smiles and full closeness to balance your dates out on the town. Going wherever you felt just to hold hands under umbrellas and traffic lights. With all the new adorned love in your life, and man with too much mystic taking up your time, it had been a good minute since you saw your girlfriends, caught up or shared a drink. You were just so wound up in Art and the way he treated you like a princess to, and in your own world.
So you’d asked Art if you could host a sweet little sleepover for you and your girls at the mansion — and of course he complied. It was anything for his perfect girl since the beginning.
“I could ask the chef to whip up some,” Art spoke into you as he held your hips in his vast hands running carefully over the hem of your satin bottoms as you stood in the middle of the spacious kitchen with him.
“That’s okay, I wanna do it.” You laughed softly, as you stared up at the man. “Nothing says fun girls night like making our own home made friandises”
Art had tilted his head in slight confusion with eyes in question to your tone when you’d practice what you’d been learning in your French courses on him. It was all the most adorable to you really. Your laugh echoed.
“Treats, baby.”
“I- - I knew that,” He scoffed and your giggles were infectious with delight to him.
“It’s gonna be fun. We’ll watch movies, paint our nails, share snacking tips. It’s been so long since I’ve seen the girls.”
Art grinned at the way you lit up with excitement, and his icy eyes looked down at your figure below him. He tried not to bite down on his lip at the way you were in the pajamas usually he only saw you in. Pink lace two piece jammies. Completely recognized because he got them for you. The transparency to them was way too easy on the eyes.
Arts tongue darted out to wet his lips before he questioned, “Is that what you’re wearing ? There aren’t gonna be any boys.. right ?”
“No, silly. That of course counts out you — if.. you wanna join us.” You looked up at him through your lightly mascara coated lashes, it felt as if the flirtatiousness through your gaze just hooked Art by the belt.
“No, no. I’ll give you and your friends your space, doll.” The blonde gave you a chary little smile, “I really doubt they’d want an old man around while you’re trying to have fun.”
“Quit it ! You’re not old. And they adore you.” You stood on the tips of your toes, Art met you so you could leave a sweet kiss on his cheek, with a blush to your own.
“Thank’s for letting me have this little party, baby.”
“Course, what else would be better use for all this space ? Other than for the amusement of twenty something girls.”
Art chuckled and you surely were in agreement, because when your girlfriends did arrive it was immediately shrieks of girlish camaraderie and chatter of awe as you brought them around the place of posh and eloquent nature. Your laugh could of been heard from the other side of the place where Art had eventually been stored away for the night while your hands were knee deep in cookie dough and rainbow sprinkles. Pj sets all from the brands you and your friends never stopped talking about. Having your night filled with reruns of classic movies to sipping champagne.. and the wine, red, (your pick) was certainly slipping through you as the moments went on.
You’d been with your best friend when you two had a moment alone to catch up in one of the halls of the buoyant abode. Whispers and giggles coming from between the two of you as a glass of wine hung from your palm.
“God, he was a such a cutie.” She coo’d as you two had found a very special wall of framed photos of Art from back in his prime tennis days. The blonde around your age who seemed filled with joyfully energetic faces and awards from across the globe. A smile woke upon your face as you folded your arm to admire the man you’d now call your own.
“Sometimes I wish I’d known him then,” you simpered. “But I’m beyond lucky now. Because he’s still cute, and sexier.”
You tittered fondly and your friend laughed with you as she playfully tugged on your shoulder. “You gotta lock that down, y’know… you’ll be like- - hella famous just from being a world class tennis superstars hot young wife.”
She announced as she sipped on something burgundy and you thought with a heightened grin. She couldn’t have been farther from right. And as the months go by you would fall farther and farther head over heels for Art every day. You’d be his wife in an instant. That was the dream after all, and you could certainly say you’d been living one.
“I guess I’ll just have to wait for him to put a ring on it..” You smiled with a dazed shrug as you embarked your wine glass to your lips again.
“He better.” Your friend chirped with a proud glint and you couldn’t help but stay stuck in your thought of your boyfriend who’s been just a few rooms away for the past couple of hours while you’d been enjoying all the perks of your girls making the most of their time with you. But you couldn’t help but want Art to be nearby now, and the red wine in your system maybe hit more than just your head — you couldn’t even try to fight it.
You missed your man.
So after you’d take in a few more drinks and a bit sensually themed games with your friends, you’d made your attempt escape off to find Art. Slipping away from the girls was easy when you’d have every necessity needed to execute a very graceful grown up girl sleepover provided for them.
You’d been walking down the hall heading to where his office and master bedroom would be at the end of the home, and as you passed by the lush kitchen area, to your surprise, there he was. Muscles looked enchantingly delicious in this light as they flexed to pull on the fridge handle and when he turned, his eye line met your glance staring back his way (of course you’d both arrive at the same time.) Arts lips began to curl in an amours grin when he saw your petite figure making it’s way over to him with the same like of smile across your face.
“Hi, baby. You having fun?” He glanced down at you through his blonde lashes to meet your nod, only following up with a soft titter as you stepped closer to the man. He almost immediately picked up on the lust laced within your eye and the way you slightly leaned onto the fridge door with your aura basically gooing with sex at him now. The blonde had an eyebrow furrowed as he chuckled just a bit and he sized you up.
“Are you drunk, princess?”
“No. No… no,” you shook your head.
It had been true. You weren’t drunk. But a little wine tipsy and horny ? Definitely.
Art hummed and put the back of his hand to your forehead gently as he observed your state. “Did you eat?”
“Mhm, did you ?”
“No. That’s why I came down, not to stalk you. I promise.” The man laughed, to which you did as well and you only raised your arms so they could embrace your boyfriend’s shoulders with a soft hum.
“Y’know, if you’re hungry, you can eat me.” Your finger tips grace Arts neck unashamed as you smile into the crook, and he took in a breath, proceeding to hold you close.
“Oh- -” his chuckle matched your giggle as he noticed you’d changed again. His hands were gliding up the ruffle of the even more transparent sheer cover on you’d been dressed in. Lime tinted. The shorts were near pantie like.
“Mmm, I miss you, I want you.” You peppered kisses as close as you could to his earlobe from your height and Arts breath hitched as he was weak to your slow but enticing touch to him. Fogging up his knowledge that you’d been right in the middle of the open kitchen that was just a few ways down from the living area your friends had been in.
“Here, sweetness ? Your friends- -” Art murmurs down to your ear, but you just locked your arms just above his shoulders without a care.
“And- - ? What about them ? I need you,” you whined. “I want your touch.”
“Yeah? You want me to touch you?”
You nodded again with a naughty giggle and the blonde was smirking now, his hands roamed your body. Large and groping your curves. As much as he knew what was rightful, Art just couldn’t deny your cling to him in that damn near lingerie that had him going almost unbearably hard beneath his jeans since you walked in. Feral even. It was beginning to get miserable as you pressed your dainty chest against his, he felt your nipples grow hard and sensitive against the cloth. So into his aroma, presence, like you were a moth to a torch.
He’d fallen into your pecks merging with his now. Kissing you against where the cupboards stand like your lips were candy. Your small legs stumbling as the man towered over you “Fuck, you look amazing in that set.” Art pulled away from your plump lips to view your gorgeously perfect body. You batted your lashes once. And his attain just couldn’t be stopped. Art slid his hands across your soft ass cheeks, massaging and kneading it in his palms before leading up to laying a solid smack which made you hiss out an excited squeal-like giggle. Your fingertips slid down his ample biceps brushed with virile bristles of hair.
“If I had known you’d like this set so much, I would of worn it much sooner for you.”
Art leaned into you and he held a sly smirk, “this was your plan all along, yeah? Wearing that to get my attention so I would come out here and fuck you in the middle of your slumber party.. you’re such a naughty girl.”
You only giggled more into his skin with a slow exhale, your freshly painted french tips exploring him as he explored you. Art took his sweet time just feeling the way your ass jiggled in his palms and you felt like you’d been going weak in the knees before his tender contact turned rough when he turned you around without warning, making you gasp.
Art made sure you could feel how hard you’d gotten him as he pressed himself to your core. Facing the counter, you lost yourself in complete bliss just to the feeling of not knowing where he’d pleasure you next — Arts restrained bulge against your clothed cunt was just something else. The blonde pushed up your sheer top just a bit and pressed a kiss to your shoulder, you made a soft noise with it.
“Feel what you do to me, pretty girl.” Art nibbled on your earlobe and you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip to subtle your smile. His hands bracing your hips as he stared down at your lacy panties and your minx-like eyes followed Arts famished expression while he licked his bottom lip.
“All yours, daddy.” Your sweet voice immediately made Art go nearly lightheaded and that was it. He melted.
The man tucked both his thumbs into the fabric and pulled your panties down clean with raucousness, followed up with him getting down on his knees before spreading you with his palms and your hands reached for the marble with a soft whimper.
“That’a girl, stay open for me.. Let me taste you.” Art huffed out before he pushed one of your legs up on the counter and you breathed out at the feeling of him making your body his toy for amusement. Art took his fingers and ran them up your folds, getting them wet with the slick of your pussy. Your cheeks started to heat up just at the wonderful pad of his index running against your core like that , making you let out a soft, “oh..” by the way he moved to rub around your clit. Arts lips kissed on your exposed inner thighs, and your jaw became unlocked extraordinarily far when his tongue finally rolled on the soft tissue.
He was splitting you clean open on the counter as tiny whimpers escaped your throat. You were lost in the draw you had to the man making you feel surpassing of even the way you played it all out in your head. “Mmm, yeah- - yes” you panted and the man flicked his digit over your bud at the same time he’d been making out with your cunt. Letting deep groans flow throughout your opening. You’d been on the tip of your toes for him. Letting him suck where you pulsed till you’d been overstimulated if he wanted.
Your head had been spinning from the friction of his perfectly sculpted nose rubbing against your sensitive area. Art was known to be gifted with his mouth so much so, you almost wondered if your friends would have heard if you just couldn’t keep your moans level — but with the way Art held your hips, fucked his tongue into your cunt like you’d been his last meal, your anxiousness washed away. All you could do was let the shake of your thighs and Arts dripping oral member lead you to a crisp pleasurable cry.
“Shit,” Art took a brief exhale as he pulled away from your entrance, dampened lips of your juices going wide with a grin and he ran his palms over your slick thighs again,
“you’re so fucking wet for me, princess. You gonna take my dick? Let me make you feel good?”
“Mmm, please. Fill me up, Art. I wanna feel you.”
“You gotta be quite for me, baby.” Art stood to his feet.
You didn’t care. All you could think about was dick. Arts phenomenal dick. You wanted him to toss you over and split you open till you were sobbing on his thick member, your wine drunk friends would understand. A girl has her needs.
The risk made your blood pressure rise as the moment went on, when Art reached over you to tug your panties dangling from your thighs all the way down — he kicked them off to the side. Taking note of his own belt buckle and undoing it quickly, which you only grew more greedy by the sound of him unzipping his fly. The blondes aquamarine orbs swam with the need to pump you fuller than you’d ever taken him.
“Bend over for me, sweet girl..” Art breathed out softly as his slightly calloused hands ran from your hip up your spine while you did so, bending over fully and displaying your sweet dripping cunt for the mans lidded eyes. He sucked in his breath and his now aroused dick twitched when it unveiled from his boxers — going barmy with just how tiny and soft you looked beyond him.
“So fucking tight and small- - your amazing with the way you take me when I barely fit in, sweets.”
You bit down on your finger as you watched Art run his hands over your ass. Take your hips and line his cock up with your hole. He hissed at the way your soaking cunt wet his tip, you almost croaked out a deep moan at his gestures to tease your pussy. Just nodding along as you’d gone cock drunk before he’d even been in you. Your nails run at the marble counter as Art slowly burrowed into your drooling core. Working you open as his cock disappeared into your body inch by inch — he pushed your thigh higher onto the ledge as you whined at the stretch.
“Ah.. mmm- - fuck, fuck, fuck,” you groaned as you adjusted to the size of his warmth finally filling you full. Art was big. And he’d never want to put you, his sweet doll in discomfort for long, never. So when he started to plunge into you, he watched as your face scrunched up from ache to pleasure in time. His name sputtering from your mouth as you clawed at the counter top and he watched your pussy lips that were just throbbing around his erection like it was begging to be so sporadically fucked by him.
“That’s it baby doll,” his own groans heightened as his hips knock into your cervix, chasing that spot of yours till you were moaning and whimpering like a slut around him. Hole so full with yours and his pre-cum and you sucked in your bottom lip, tussled hair going wild on your back. You just had to look over your shoulder to watch him — see Arts gorgeous face as he snapped against you all shimmering with light sweat as he focused on the way a ring of your wetness pooled around his base.
“You love this, hu? Getting me to fuck you while your friends carry on without you- - At your party. But you just had to come.. looking for daddy’s cock, yeah? You love being a dirty, dirty girl for me.” Art rasped as he clenched his jaw with the overwhelming feeling of your tight cunt clenching him. It made your skin feel like it had been sparked with fire, so exhilarated. He put his hands in your hair to fuck into you as your jaw dangled open.
“Oh! F-fuck! I needed that big fucking dick, daddy… w-want you to cum all over me, mmm- -” you were choking out whimpers and your pretty little hole dripped with Arts pre-seed slipping from you, making it drag out when he pulled out of your pussy to turn you around and pick you up in one swift motion. Your high pitched gasp echoed as you wrapped your legs around the mans abdomen and Art set you on the counter. His lips curl up into a smirk and his eyes met your wide doe set ones. Slipping back into you he watched you cry out his name. Rutting into your heavenly body at this angle, hands go squeezing your thighs, and Art kept them apart as he took you at a wild pace. Hitting that gooey spot till you didn’t remember your own name. “Good fucking girl. That’s it- - such a sweet thing for me, taking all of my cock. It was made for you, doll.”
You couldn’t even catch your self as you’d leaned back on the counter and let Art pound into you. Your tits bounced with each thrust and you were shuttering as your orgasm ripped through you without warning. “Yes ! Ooh- - shit, yes yes yes…” you were whining out as you came on Arts dick. He held your legs spread as he grunted and watched you soak him uncontrollably. You loved it. Feeling like his perfect little gift. Art licked over his lips at the sight of your beauty, throwing your head back in bliss, he pulled out of you and pushed up your dainty little baby doll top — making space as he pumped his throbbing dick over your stomach till he himself came hard. Ropes shooting out on your candescent skin and making sure some got on your pussy just for the fun of it, he grinned and trailed his thumb up your gentle inner calf that had been dangling by his side.
You were whimpering like you’d gotten your brains fucked out to the sweetest soundtrack you’d ever heard. Art was so cinematic in moments like these, he leaned up to kiss at the nape of your neck, cheek, and lips.
“Pretty, perfect girl.. I love you.” Your gentleman muttered against your mouth. You smiled and sunk your teeth into your bottom lip as Art brought your panties up to help you slip them back over your thighs and to your feet as steady as you could. Dressing himself as well, he glanced down at you through his hooded eyes to see your impressively only slightly disheveled state. You were just always glowing, it was hard to make that go away anyways.
“You sleeping down here tonight?” Art buckled his pants again as he questioned you with a soft raised brow. You started to smirk at the way he was heading. You shrug.
“Maybe, maybe not… I’ll sneak into your room when they’re sleep, if you want.” You offered the man, the glint in your eye saying you’d suck his cock and let him have you in as many different positions as he’d like in a couple hours till you were all tapped out. The blonde only scuffed and towered over your presence that was still taken by your hoyden attitude, just to turn you back towards the doorway.
“Go host your party.” he taunted almost fatherly, to then leave a light slap on your ass that made you giggle on the way out.
Being dilf!art’s gf who lives in his nice ass mansion and living the life. Shopping sprees, facials, nail appointments, hair appointments, not working and just living off of his yummy cash.
But what’s even better is how fucking sexy he is, he literally made you form a daddy kink. Just imagining cuddling with him in bed, admiring how soft his tummy’s gotten since he’s retired, your mouth fills with drool. You can’t resist leaning down and pressing a kiss to the flesh, and nuzzling against it. It makes Art giggle,
“w-what are you doing?”
“mmnothin.” Your voice vibrated against his skin and sent shivers down his spine.
Your hand gripped his thigh and rubbed it slowly, up to his hip as you pressed kisses all over his belly.
His breathing picked up and his fingers combed through your hair. His stomach flinched as he felt your teeth graze against it.
“You’re so fucking sexy Art…” you mumbled.
“Yeah?” His voice was shaky and a pitch higher.
“Oh yeah…” you said as you looked up at him and smiled.
You then pulled down his pants down slowly, letting his half hard cock spring out.
He groaned softly.
“You don’t have to do that..”
“I want to Art…” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his tip.
“I love doing it..” you sucked gently on his tip causing him to moan so sweetly it was like music to your ears.
When your lips finally engulfed the length of him and your head started bobbing up and down, his hand drifted to the back of your head to grasp your hair.
“F-fuck..you’re so good..it feels so fucking good” He whined, his eyes shutting and his eyebrows screwing up from pleasure.
His hips started to shift around, then they started to buck gently. You grabbed his hips and moved your lips to the tip of his cock and let him thrust in and out of your willing mouth.
Not even a full 2 minutes later he barked out a “oh fuck!” And groaned as his milky white spend filled your mouth. His hips still were shallowly thrusting before he stopped and relaxed his body, huffing out a breath and a soft “Jesus Christ..”
You slipped your lips off his cock, a drip of his cum seeped from your mouth, but you swallowed the rest, taking a deep breath and a long exhale.
“Tastes much better since you’re not drinking those nasty green juices and protein shakes artie..” you murmured with a soft smile, crawling up to kiss him gently. He hummed and smiled into the kiss.
pairing: stepdad!art x shy!reader
synopsis: reader seeing her stepdad pleasuring himself in the shower makes her unable to resist touching herself.
warnings/tags: smut, stepcest, masturbation (f, m), voyeurism, reader is lowkey a FREAK MDNI!!! wc: 1k
a/n; talking about stepcest with my girl jay turned into me pulling up my laptop and immediately writing this. this one's for you @gibson-g1rl ♡ i need to get so nasty with him he breaks his hip.
art masterlist ♡
you knew that borderline obsessively writing your stepdad's name down in your diary and circling it with a little heart wasn't anywhere near normal. in fact, if anyone in your life knew the nasty little diary entries you wrote about him, they'd probably call you insane.
but really, how normal could you be over your stepdad when it was someone as dreamy as art donaldson?
you honestly couldn't recount how many times you'd slipped your hand into your pajama shorts, watching a porn video on twitter of a blond man who looked even slightly similar to him, secretly looking through art's old tennis matches while your small bullet vibrator was pressed against your clit, even going as far as to flirting and exchanging pictures and videos with strangers on twitter just because they looked like him.
and all the times he walked around the house shirtless... when he'd get done with a workout, his chiseled chest covered in a sheen of sweat. how you'd made him one of his disgusting smoothies while he was working out, giving it to him with the most bashful smile on your lips and running off after he thanked you and offered you one of his award-winning grins. whenever you tried to say a word to him, you got absolutely tongue-tied so usually, you tended to try and avoid him, except when it was to do some kind of favor for him, whether it'd be to make him a snack or one of his gross smoothies.
but the worst thing, the worst time? that time you heard small groans coming from the master bathroom.
you swore you weren't snooping when you went into the bedroom he shared with your mom; you were just looking for the charger your mom had borrowed from you the day before. it wasn't your fault that you happened to hear the shower running, accompanied by the sound of grunting and panting.
i mean, anyone would check that whoever was in the shower was alright, wouldn't they? even though you knew that it was only art and you, but he could've injured himself somehow, right? and, he even left the door slightly ajar. it would've been totally irresponsible if you hadn't checked.
you took a few more silent steps towards the door, pushing it just so it was open a tiny bit more, just enough to give you a view of the shower through the slightly fogged-up bathroom mirror.
art's head was thrown back, his hand jerking on his crotch. you needed to get on your tiptoes to see his long, pretty fingers wrapped around his cock.
your breath got stuck in your throat. he was so pretty, the blissed-out expression that decorated his face, pretty pink nipples hard and perky. art's abs were glistening from the soap he had lathered all over himself, the suds slowly running down his body, leading to where his hand was jerking himself off, the tip of his long cock angry and pink.
you didn't even realize that you'd started palming your hard nipples through the thin fabric of your tank top until art let out a breathy "fuck..." making you tug on it almost out of instinct, biting down on your lower lip.
honestly... it would be such a shame to let a sight that pretty go to waste, right?
you licked the tips of your fingers, sliding your hand into your leggings until your hand met the lacy waistband of your panties. you didn't know how long you had until art would be done, so you had to be quick.
you slipped your fingers into your panties, your head lulling back when your fingers met with your core, your folds already getting slick. when you pressed your fingers against your clit, a small gasp escaped your lips, covered up by the falling water.
you watched as art jerked himself off in the shower, all the small noises you could make out going straight to your cunt. you increased the speed that you were using to draw circles on your clit as you leaned against the doorway, your breathing getting more out of control.
bringing your hand to cover your mouth, you watched as art increased the pace of his hand, feeling the knot in your lower abdomen get tighter and tighter as you closed your eyes and thought about what it'd feel like to be the one to jerk his pretty cock, to have him in your mouth, to have him come all the way down your throat, to get to finally know how his release would taste, if his gross health foods actually made him taste good.
you were in your own world, tuning out almost everything until you heard someone let out a moan, and when you managed to crack your eyes open, white, thick ropes of cum were spurtinig from art's cock. you couldn't help but wish that it was you he was coming for. that you were in that shower, kneeling in front of him while he painted your face with his release.
finally, the band in your stomach snapped, and you couldn't help it, the hand that had previously been covering your mouth almost automatically gripping the doorway as a choked moan left your lips, your orgasm crashing over you.
you didn't have time to come down, though; almost as soon as you realized how loud the noise you'd let out had been, the shower was turned off.
"hello?" art's voice rang out in the echo of the bathroom, making you let out a gasp. you ducked your head out of the doorway, your fingers covered in your own arousal as you sprinted out of the room he shared with your mom.
art stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist; he could've sworn he heard something. the blond frowned as he combed his fingers through his wet hair, his feet padding against the damp floor.
but the moment he stepped out of the bathroom, his bare foot was met with something sharp, causing art to take a sharp inhale of breath. he furrowed his brows as he lifted his foot; the culprit behind his minor injury had been a necklace with a broken clasp.
