Ive Never Wanted To Be A Tennis Racket So Badly..

need some virgin! art x touch starved! reader who really fucking needs some action and he just DOESN’T KNOW HOW so it’s a lot of laughter but both of them kiss so desperately…

I'D WANNA BE NEXT TO YOU..

(virgin art donaldson x touch starved! fem reader)

art has been your best friend since forever.. from sharing ice cream cones as kids to sharing homework answers in high school. you didn't want to lose him when he went all the way to stanford for college, so you went with him, stating that you already wanted to go to school there, it was just a coincidence that they had a tennis program for art. it was no secret that you two liked each other, it was obvious since you were young, and once you decided to follow art to college it was clear to him that he wanted to do something about it.

it was a normal sunny day at school, you made your way down the winding paths to the tennis courts like you usually do after class, knowing art is probably there practicing. he greets you with his usual smile and wave, walking over to say hi, spitting out his gum on the way. "hey, you're here earlier than usual" he says, "not that im complaining" you look away to hide the light blush forming on your face. "yeah well my lecture ended early, i thought i'd come surprise you" you smile, admiring the thin sheen of sweat on arts face, the moisture turning his hair curlier than usual. art says that his practice isn't over yet, but he'll come hang out at your dorm after. you nod, leaving and heading to your room to prepare. you know it's not normal to feel this pressure to be perfect for your friend, but you can't help but take a quick shower, slathering your body and hair in sweet smelling soap and spraying some perfume around the room.

you feel your stomach jump when art knocks on your door (you should really just give him a key), walking over and looking back at your room to make sure everything looked good, before opening the door. art immediately notices the sweet smell of you, his eyes fluttering shut as he greets you. "hi.. you smell nice" he says shyly, a big change from his demeanor earlier. you smile, waving him into your room and sitting cross legged on the bed. art sits next to you, on the edge of the bed, which you find strange, usually he gets comfortable right away. "are you okay art? you don't seem like yourself.." tilting your head to the side you try to meet arts eyes, but he doesn't look at you. "you know you can talk to me art, we've been friends since forever, you know?" he nods slowly, taking a deep breath before turning and facing you, sitting cross legged like you are. "okay.. ill tell you, but promise not to laugh at me okay?" you nod, urging him to speak more. "well.. patrick has been making fun of me a lot lately, you know how he is.. when he found out i was a virgin in college he couldn't believe it.. and- and i know we've been friends forever so i was wondering if you could help" he blurts it out so fast you have to take as second to actually understand what he means. "art.. are you sure? i mean wouldn't you want your first time to be with someone you like?" you ask, hoping you'll get the answer you're looking for. "i- it would be, if it was with you" he says, hanging his head down. he knows it's putting you in an awkward situation but it's now or never. you don't know why it happens, but you start to giggle, your heart filling with happiness after art confessed. "listen, art you know i'd do anything for you yeah? i just wanna make sure you actually want this.. with me, i don't want you to regret it" art looks toward you, finally meeting your eyes with his watery blue ones. "i could never regret anything i do with you" he says, leaning closer and pressing his lips to yours, sighing happily when you take control of the kiss, deepening it as you climb into his lap. pulling away and cupping his flushed face with your hands you press your forehead against his. "tell me if you want to stop okay art? ill take care of you i promise" he nods slowly, only looking at your lips and wishing they were on his again. you kiss him, more aggressively than before as you let your fingers wander down his chest, gently tugging at the hem of his shirt, feeling his flushed skin underneath. art gets the message, pulling off his shirt as he lets you do what you want to him, shifting from kissing him to sucking down his neck, leaving blooming purple marks in your wake that are sure to get art in trouble. he welcomes it though, he needs a reminder that you were actually here with him, that he wasn't imagining it. when you make your way back to arts mouth he whines softly, pulling at your shirt, "wanna see more of you.." you laugh softly, leaning back and pulling off your shirt, happy to press your own heated skin against arts. his head is reeling, the first girl he ever liked is kissing him, not just that but she's gonna take his virginity, art almost can't believe it, but feeling of you in his lap pulls him into reality.

after a few minutes you lean up on your elbows, telling art to take his finger out. "did i do something wrong?" he immediately asks, scared that he hurt you. "no no it's okay, i just think that im ready to have you inside of me okay?" he nods quickly and makes his way back up the bed, his hips hanging over yours. you fumble around on your nightstand to find a condom, taking it and handing it to art (who only knows how to put one on due to his embarrassing sex ed classes in high school) and spreading your legs wider to accommodate his frame. art looks quite anxious for someone who's about to lose his virginity with a girl he's liked his whole life, so you take his mind off of it by kissing him softly, not aggressively like before. when he starts to slowly enter you have to close your eyes at the stretch, he's not uncomfortably thick but he's definitely the longest you've taken. opening your eyes you're faced with art in the same situation, fully inside of you but not moving, his eyes scrunched closed. finding his hand white-knuckling the sheets next to your head, you replace the sheets with your own hand, lacing your fingers together. "art are you okay?" he nods, taking a deep breath. "yeah im fine it's just.. you're so warm and tight.. feels like i can't move" he almost whines, slowly dragging his hips out before pressing balls deep inside of you again. "fuck.." art swears he's in heaven when you clench around him, his forehead dropping to touch yours as he starts a steady pace, keeping in mind he could cum pretty much anytime. he can tell he's too nervous to get closer to you, so, making the move first you wrap your arms and legs loosely around him, feeling him actually relax and stop tensing his body. the closeness spurs him on as art sets a faster pace with his hips, now not even pulling out all the way, mostly just humping his hips into you. you weren't expecting him to perform as well as he is, feeling yourself clenching around him as you get closer. "art.. art im close.." you whine out to him and he nods, his eyes still closed as he squeezes your hand. as he gets closer you notice he also gets much louder, whines and moans escaping his lips with no sign of stopping, mostly utterings of "fuck you're so warm" and "please keep squeezing me like that" and though you love hearing him you know your neighbors will complain, so you kiss him yet again, still soft like before, and you can tell that both of you are trying to convey feelings of fondness through it.

you aren't surprised that art cums before you, with a loud moan that you're glad you had the foresight to stifle. it almost sends him into complete overstimulation when you cum, clenching tight around him. after the adrenaline wears off from cumming, art completely rests his body weight on you, his warm body actually weirdly comforting in the moments after sex. you sit in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before art finally pulls out, taking off the condom and throwing it in the trash before laying back down with you. "i really can't thank you enough.. i mean i thought losing my virginity would be awesome but.. that was like next level.." you laugh at arts flattering but funny wording as you flip onto your side, looking up at him. "of course art.. we've been friends forever, there's nothing i wouldn't do for you" arts stomach drops at the mention of friends, immediately thinking the worst. "so.. after this we'll just go back to being friends?" he has the cutest pout on his face when he asks. you almost laugh again, stopping yourself when you see the serious look on his face. "i mean after this i would hope that we could be more than that" you say, sitting up slightly. art let's out a breath he didn't know he was holding when you say that, "thank god.. ive been waiting to ask you to be my girlfriend for like 8 years now.." he smiles genuinely at you, his pretty blue eyes gleaming in the beams from the sun peeking through your window. you lean in, pressing a soft kiss before pulling away, reaching over for his backpack. "what are you doing?" he asks, confused when you hand him his phone. "don't you want to tell patrick the good news?"

art doesn't have much experience with his own pleasure, only finding time to jerk off quickly in the shower or to help himself sleep before bed, so he can't explain it when his hips start to cant against yours, whines and little moans escaping his swollen lips. you smile when his hips start to move, knowing that since it's his first time he probably can't help it, but you can't stop yourself from teasing him. "excited art?" you smile against him. he immediately blushes, hiding his face in your neck. "i- im sorry i don't know why that's happening.." he says, panting into your mouth. you giggle, feeling a bulge against you as you stop kissing art and look at him. arts lips are shiny and slick with spit, his chest and face flushed and his hair curled with sweat. "do you.. want to go further?" you ask even though you know the answer. he nods quickly, "yes.. please i do" you smile, happy with his answer, leaning forward and kissing him. you tap his hips with your hands to signal him to lift them, pulling off his gym shorts and exposing his boxers underneath. he gasps at the pressure of your hand on his bulge, the warmness of your hand feeling different (and much better) than his own. you look up at him, silently asking if you can go further and he nods, lifting his hips again to let you pull off his boxers, groaning when his drooling dick slaps against his tummy, smearing precum where it rests. art is so sensitive that even the air touching him makes him twitch. he looks away, embarrassed of his sensitivity and the fact that he's the only one naked. sensing his nervousness you say softly, "it's okay art, i knew you'd be sensitive, it's your first time after all, i was sensitive too" he smiles and nods, biting the inside of his cheek at the thought of you being the sensitive one.. but he'll save that thought for another day. he's brought rudely back into reality when you touch his dick softly, running your fingers gently from his flushed pink tip to his base, tightening your grip until art pretty much slaps your hand away. "i- im sorry i was too close, i don't wanna cum yet.." he says, trying to avoid the embarrassing truth that he just wants this experience to last longer. you nod, deciding to pull off your shorts and panties as well, for the first time feeling a bit embarrassed as art can't pull his gaze away from you. "you can touch me if you want to art.. i can help you" he nods wordlessly as you switch positions, now you lay back against your pillows as art hovers over you, desperate for the next step. "okay art, so before we do anything you have to prep me okay? it's best to use your fingers.." it's awkward to talk about it to him, but knowing it's his first time helps spur you along. "okay and.. and where do i put them?" art asks, looking up at you for guidance. you move him down the bed, so that he can be face to face with your pussy. the urge to squirm away or cover yourself up is hard to resist, and art is able to tell that, gently placing a warm hand on your inner thigh, the pressure calming you down. you take his other hand in yours, slowly guiding him down to your slit but letting him push a finger in on his own. he looks up at you constantly for validation that what he's doing is right, and feels good to you, his eyes widening when you clench around his finger, his dick twitching against the bed when he imagines how nice you'll feel against him. finally relaxing, you let art do his thing, blissfully rocking your hips against his hand. you're thankful that you're able to do most of the work, letting art just experience things for the first time.

no one is more obsessed with challengers than letterboxd 😭

don't worry y'all i am working on a longer country boy! art fic 💙

just got back from seeing coraline in 3d! it was so good but the first 40 minutes were blurry cuz the theater messed up😭 im working on many wips rn but the first one to come out will be more p links cuz yall are horny❤

muahaha.... coming soon.. (tmr probably 🩷)

just so y'all know you can always send me anything!!!! my inbox is filled with huge fic ideas and i am writing them but i don't wanna just not post anything until they're done... so pls send me your little ideas and thoughts and headcanons <33

my bday is so close!!!!!

ooo that's so exciting!! mine is too, only 5 days away! :)i hope you have an amazing birthday! october bdays stay winning 🥱🥱

day 17: fingering <3

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

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

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

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

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

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

"y-youre s' warm inside.."

"is- does it feel good for you?"

"i-is that the spot?"

"do you want me to go faster?"

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

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

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

thinking about Patrick and Art qualifying for the olympics... thinking about wether they would share a room or not... thinking about the adrenaline when they win... thinking about the booze that's gonna be flowing through their veins when they win...

omg anon you're so right.. theyre both so excited to have qualified at all, art definitely cries when he hears the news, and patrick pats him on the back as if he doesn't have tears brimming in his eyes too. the trip to the olympics is quick, and from the moment they step into the village it's like their bodies are buzzing, looking at each other with both excitement and.. something else. when they get to their shared room patrick is more casual about it, telling art it's like their tennis academy days, but art is more bothered, worried about being in such close proximity with patrick. and to his credit, patrick definitely doesn't help.. art comes back into the room after a shower and sees that patrick has pushed their beds together, claiming that "you like to move around too much, you need more space than me". by the time night falls on the first day patrick is completely passed out on his side of the bed, just in a pair of his boxers. sliding into the bed far away from patrick, art falls asleep. waking up at the crack of dawn, art immediately freezes when he realizes patrick has absolutely moved closer to him, now practically wrapped around his back. art gets up quickly and takes a cold shower to wake up (and calm down the uncomfortable bulge in his shorts). the competition day goes by in a flash, with patrick cracking his usual jokes about their competitors and art wound up so tight he could snap in a second.

the whole game, art feels like time is moving in slow motion, hes never felt closer to patrick, the two of them communicating without saying or doing anything, just knowing what the other one wants to do. of course they win, and patrick does his signature move of jumping into arts arms, but this time it feels different.. as if the whole crowd was drowned out and it was just the two of them on the court. when they break away patrick is immediately looking towards the crowd and preening himself, and art is left to just watch him (which the tabloids do talk about, but that's for arts manager to deal with).

that night at the after party they are swarmed with admirers, buying them drink after drink and looking at their shiny new gold medals, art and patrick are pretty much split up from the moment they enter, patrick swarmed by already tipsy fans, grabbing at his clothes and skin and art is swarmed by professional tennis wannabes who are looking for quick advice and tips.

hours go by and without patrick, art is bored, deciding to slip away from the party and go back to his room, almost smashing into patrick on the way there. laughs and teases echo through the hallway as they struggle to open the door in their state, finally getting it open and pretty much toppling on the floor. theyre both flushed and sweaty, big wide smiles on their faces, art flops onto the bed on his back, staring at the ceiling that's slowly spinning. a big thump startles art out of his stupor as he turns his head and is met with patricks curly head of hair, smushed into the mattress. before art can stop himself hes reaching over and playing with patricks hair, the dark pretty curls calling to him in his state. laughing into the sheets, patrick pushes himself up onto his elbows, hovering over art and before either of them say anything, patrick drops himself down and presses his lips to art, more aggressive and needy than he may have wanted, but the alcohol running through his veins doesn't give him much choice. art doesn't even try to pull away, why would he, when he knows deep down in his heart he was wishing that would happen. the kiss deepens, and a rush of adrenaline causes art to flip them over, now patrick is on the bottom, his fingers woven into arts and his legs straddling his waist. art swears hes dreaming when he feels the pressure of patricks bulge against his own, rocking their hips together like it's second nature. never taking their lips off eachothers, art gasps into patricks mouth when his hand dips into his shorts, grasping his throbbing dick with his warm palm. both of their heads swimming with lust (and liquor), all of the sensations are heightened for both of them, patricks hand on arts cock feels better than any hook up he's ever had, and the feeling of arts hips rocking against patrick makes his eyes roll back. the frantic movements from both of them pushes them both to the edge embarrassingly quickly, arts hips stuttering when he paints patricks hand in cum, and patrick finishing in his pants like a virgin. pulling away, both of their cheeks are red and their lips are swollen and slick with spit. climbing off of patrick, art changes into pajamas, his bashfulness quickly returning as he facing away from patrick to change. patrick doesn't feel the same shyness as art, just stripping down and immediately passing out on the bed. even with his embarrassment, art does lay down next to patrick smiling when, in his sleep, patrick still turns his body towards art, his head flopping onto his shoulder. before arts eyes flutter closed, hes happy to know he's leaving the olympics with more than a gold medal <3

NEED THAT LOVERBOY FIC NOWWWW‼️

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