synopsis: literally dilf art Donaldson being pegged for the first time!
tags: dilf!art donaldson x afab reader, art is divorced from tashi in this, one small brief mention of tashi, pegging, overstimulation, butt plug (?), art calls reader daddy, strap on is sometimes referred as cock, brief handjob, strap on sucking, art is refered to as a slut.
divider by @strangergraphics
The first time you mentioned pegging to art, he looked at you like you just teared off your cat’s head and sunk your teeth into it. “What- trust me! A lot of people do it! Im serious, babe!”
“Pegging? You’re telling me… there are people out there that actually like- participate in this?” “Yes! It’s like, a totally normal thing, promise!”
“Isn’t that what, um… i thought only… guys did that?”
“Nuh-uh, like, the world is evolving, art, seriously, you don’t even want to know what other things people have come up with,” You continue, “You’re telling me your ex-wife never pegged you before? I mean- she just gives off those vibes you know? Like, a strap queen.”
Art stares at you, mouth agape, “A- what?”
“A strap queen. Someone who like, just… swings their strap around like it’s second nature, ring a bell?”
It’s too fun to mess with him. Seeing his confused little face, eyebrows furrowed, lips parted like he wants to say something but doesn’t know what exactly. The only reason why you’d brought this up to him, or- well, multiple reasons actually. When you guys are making out, or even when he’s standing and you’re sucking his cock, he’d always seem to love it when you grabbed his ass, little whimpers escaping into the kiss, and he always seems to finish faster that way. Not to mention the fact that he already calls you daddy, it wasn’t easy at first of course. But as you were jerking him off one night, you asked him to, and despite the little flush on his cheeks, he still said it, broken down by tiny whimpers ”D-daddy” and you asked him to repeat it again and again and again, until he came, the only words spilling from his mouth with a loud cry were ”Daddy! Oh- I’m comin- I’m coming, daddy, please…” as he spills hot thick ropes of white all over your hand, and his stomach. And then immediately after, he felt embarrassed again, cheeks flushed and unable to look you in his eyes as you wiped him clean. But that didn’t stop him from calling you daddy the next time, or the time after that, or the next few times after that…
Another reason that you brought it up was that every time he ate you out, his ass was up in the air, and that was all you could focus on, aside from the tingling sensations his mouth brought you of course. So, you suggested it, like any normal person would. You stretched him out first, of course, buying him a pink butt plug which he blushed at but still proceeded to use them anyways. Wearing them to business meetings, events and then letting you pull it out of his ass when you guys went to the bathroom.
You bought a cute little (ok defo not little) pink strap, and he’s all laid out for you now, undressed and bare, staring at you and watching as you reach for the lube, before pausing. He gulps, “Wh- is something wrong?” You shake your head, a cheeky little smile tugging at the corner of your lips as you run your hand along the strap, “No… Just thought you might want to get acquainted with your new little friend first,” You say, ominously. And he watches as you bring the thick head of the strap closer to the seam of his lips, and you press the tip on his bottom lip, forcing his mouth to spread open wider, and it spreads open obediently. His eyes half-lidded and dazed as you the head just passes his lips, “Come on… get it all nice and wet for daddy, why don’t you?” You tease him, wiggling the pink cock in his mouth. His breath turns shaky and shallow as his tongue pokes out, the fleshy tip of it coming into contact with the solid cock, and he moans once it does, lips closing around the head as if he’s actually sucking you and not just some rubber toy you bought online. “Yeah? You like that, art?” You ask him, voice all low and sultry as you shove the toy just a little further into his mouth and his eyes roll back into his head before they flutter closed, “Mmph…” he answers around the toy.
“You’re doing so good for daddy aren’t you?” You say slowly, as the toy sinks further and further into his mouth, before it hits the back of his throat and he gags a little, a thin sheen of saliva starting to pool at his mouth as you pull the toy back, then into his mouth slowly. Each time it comes out, its glistening in his spit. You twist it in his mouth, turning it so that his tongue works over all the surfaces and he moans around it when you do. You pull it out of his mouth with a wet pop, a thin string of saliva still connecting it to his mouth before it breaks away. And hes panting as he looks at you, eyes blown out and dazed. “Tongue out, art. All the way.” And he listens to you slowly, but surely - mouth parting to make space for his pink fleshy tongue to stick out, all the way that you can see the back of his throat, and you cant help but grin, pressing your thumb down on the flat of his tongue to open his mouth just a little wider.
You slap your cock on his tongue, a wet hit every time before you’re pushing it back into his mouth, his lips closing around it immediately, lids heavy as they try to keep looking at your eyes. When you pull it out again, it’s wet all around, dripping down the toy and onto your fingers. And you’re sure you’ve never seen him look this pretty before. His cock is leaking and fucking throbbing, red and angry. Lips swollen and sparkling with his spit. You tie the strap around your waist, and art gulps as he sees your heavy cock *dripping* in his spit. And then you’re spreading his legs apart, hitching them around your hips as you tease his rim with the meaty head. He’s watching as the pink rubber nudges at his rim and he feels himself clench in response. It’s so wet and cool, and he watches as you grab the bottle of lube, squeezing a generous amount right onto your fat cock. And you’re nudging his hole once again, “Come on art, why don’t you help daddy get all nice and slick for you, hm?”
He reaches a shaky hand down, and wraps it around the pink rubber as he slowly starts to stroke it, fingers grazing over the tip each time like you can actually feel the nerve endings. Soon, you’re a mix of spit and stringy lubricant, sticking to his hands. You slowly press yourself into his hole, with which he responds with a silent gasp, gripping onto your forearms as he feels the thick head enter him fully, and he already feels the difference from that juvenile butt plug. He whimpers, back arching slightly as you proceed to stretch him out, and you’re watching with a small grin as you see the way his ring muscles make way for you. “Look at yourself… You’re taking me so easily like the little slut you are.” You say, one hand gripping his thigh and the other on your hip as more of the pink disappears into him, like a black hole.
He’s whimpering with every inch that sinks into him, he’s never felt such fullness in his life, and he feels as you bottom out, nudging right at his sweet spot, and his eyes roll into the back of his head, like an itch that he didn’t even know was there. You chuckle lightly, your hips rolling into his slowly, dragging out every semi-sensation, seeing his dick twitch in response every time you do. “Yeah… that feel good, art? You like having my cock inside of you?” He flushes at the word cock but he’s too drunk off the feeling, his head already nodding by itself. “Yeah? Knew you’d like to be fucked.”
You start to thrust slowly into him, pulling out almost all the way before you push back in slowly, just hard enough at the end to rub against that spot inside of him. Fingers pressing into your skin, tiny whimpers escaping him upon every thrust. You spit crudely onto his cock before you wrap your hand around it, stroking it at the same time as you thrust, picking up the pace. A breathy moan escapes him at the dual sensation, more pre cum leaking out of his tip, making it even wetter by default. A loud cry rips out of his throat as you thrust hard, squeezing his cock at the same time causing his eyes to squeeze shut. Breathy gasps escape him with every movement of his frame, the pillow protecting him from thumping his head against the headboard.
His fingers are digging into your forearm now, trying to hold on just cause the sensation feels too good, and he wants to swim in this hot-white ocean forever. You’re thrusting at a steady pace now, hips meeting his fully as you ram your cock into him just to hear more of his high-pitched whines and cries. Slamming your hips against his without mercy, and he’s so cock drunk he doesn’t even notice the trickle of spit that drools out from his gaping mouth as he chokes around every cry. You pant out, interrupted by his pathetic whines, “You going to come for daddy, sweetheart? I know you want to…”
He nods his head frantically, “O-oh yes, yes, daddy- daddy pleas-!” He cuts himself off as thick white spurts of cum shoot out of his tip, accompanied by the most whiny cry you’ve ever heard him make. Cum landing all over his stomach and chest, as he desperately grabs for your hips to pull you deep into him one last time. Feeling the delicious stretch and comforting fullness with a breathy gasp, the last trickle of white coming out of his dick. And he keeps you there for a while, eyes still closed and livid with white splotchy spots. When he finally opens his eyes, you start to pull out slowly, and he grips around you like a fucking vice, breathing shaky as he adjusts to the feeling of nothing again. “Fuck… look at you.” You press your thumb against his pulsing hole, “Missing me already, hm?” Art groans at that, his hole clenching against the surface of your thumb. “Missing this big fat cock already?” You press the tip of the cock easily into his twitching hole, and he groans at it, you can see his muscles working around you, squeezing the rubber like it wants to milk it.
“You want another round, art?” You tease him, grabbing under his limp knees to hook them around your waist as your hips push forward, the toy pushing further into his leaking hole. And he whines at the overstimulation, despite his hips lifting to meet yours. He's gripping at your forearms again, the red marks from earlier still lingering there and now being brought back. He's shaking his head but his body says otherwise, sucking you in so easily inch by inch until the very end, your hips pressed all the way forward, ankles locking behind you like he needs to hold on to something as his back arches and a choked groan escapes him, “No- pleaseplease… I can- I can't anymore,” he sobs out, a choked cry escaping him turning into a high pitched whine as you keep thrusting into him slowly, his weeping cock twitching upon every scratch of that itch.
Not even a few thrusts later, his poor cock is spilling out again, less intense than before, adding to the white sheen on his stomach and chest. Running down the length of his cock, and pooling at the base. You pull out of him again and he can barely open his eyes, just a weak whimper coming out of him, completely fucked out.
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