I Am Heavily Yearning For A Throuple Challengers Costume Tonight.. Perhaps Because It's Halloween...

ngh jerking off art between your legs.. his back leaning up against your chest.. forcing his legs to stay open with your own.. he's so insecure..aybe he lost a match, or he's just having a bad day, but he comes to you for comfort as always, and there's no better way to shut his brain off than wrapping your fingers around his cock.. whispering things like, "you're so good baby.. you're all good like this.." and "oh artie.. you're so smart 'n so talented.." and he creams so fast, shuddering and arching his back trying to get away and lean into the overwhelming feeling at the same time.. and he squirts out so much.. some of it even reaching his own shoulders, and he immediately falls into a peaceful sleep, happily skin to skin with you <3

it's nighttime so it's horny time...

i wanna suck on the tip of arts cock like a lollipop <333

ARTRICK BOT RELEASE !!! (11/13/24) ⌢⠀ 🎾 .ᐟ

art donaldson ・゜゜・．coach's orders. you’re art’s newest player— an up-and-coming name in the tennis world— but you’re stubborn and prone to working yourself to the bone in the name of the game. tashi would’ve loved you if she’d gotten her hands on you first, but you’re here with him, on his private backyard court, listening to his advice about your game and ultimately, your career. and damnit, art’s not going to take that for granted (even if it means pushing the delicate boundaries between an athlete and their coach). you’ve got to learn how to relax, and art’s not opposed to bending you over the net if that’ll fix things.

art donaldson ・゜゜・．lesson planning. it’s your first year having a hands-on role in building out and finalizing the curriculum for the middle school english department, but your focus has been equally split between what books your kids are going to read and the head of the english department himself, mr. donaldson. you’d been wary to accept such a high responsibility in the first place, but he’d insisted that you help him review the materials during prep week, and you'd never say no to art… even if it means awkwardly dancing around the fact that you’re both clearly into one another— oh, and that he’s finally taken off his wedding ring.

art and patrick ・゜゜・．night of the living frat! it really should be sacrilegious that sigma chi’s hosting a costume party just a week after halloween, but none of the brothers had been able to resist yet another party before finals overtook the rest of the semester. besides— who passes up a chance to dress up and drink? the music’s loud, the drinks are a-flowin’, and you’d never be able to tell that tonight isn’t halloween. no one’s the wiser… which only makes it harder for art and patrick to keep their hands to themselves and their heads out of the gutter when you eventually materialize. hopefully they can convince you to stay the night… if they can remember how to share first.

patrick zweig ・゜゜・．mr. z. everyone loves mr. zweig— or “mr. z” as the students like to call him— and as the newest teacher amongst the faculty ranks, he’s quick to make nice and befriend everyone, including you. normally, you’d normally be skeptical of a washed-up pro tennis player coming to fill in the vacant gym teacher position, but you instead find yourself spending more time with patrick and enjoying yourself. it’s only a matter of time before you realize that lines are blurring and that whatever is going on between you both is way more than a friendship between fellow teachers coworkers.

patrick zweig ・゜゜・．shopping spree. frequent trips to the high-end side of the city had never been your sort of thing thing, but now that you’re dating patrick they’ve become a weekly occurrence. you never leave empty-handed, and it’s always on his dime (at his insistence, of course, it’s all chump change to him anyway). who cares about the staring you two get when he totes you and your purchases of the day around the city?— he’s the one that gets to go about his business with you on his arm. everyone else is just lucky he just can’t help showing you off while he does.

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day 12: masturbation <3

at first, art was jealous that patrick got to leave campus for winter break, leaving him stuck in the cold empty dorm without a friend. he was jealous until he realized he would be alone. for the first time in weeks art would be alone. not that he didn't like having patrick around.. but there were.. some things that art just couldn't do while patrick was there. sing in the shower, watch stupid reality tv, listen to loud music and.. jerk off.

patrick packed up the last of his stuff into his suitcase, shoving it in with no cares in the world. dragging his stuff to the door of their dorm patrick says goodbye to art, promising he'll send him pictures from his families ski lodge. art couldn't care less, but he smiles and nods, almost pushing patrick out of the door. once art is able to close the door and lock it, he looks around his now empty dorm and immediately gets hard.

art rushes over to his bed, quickly stripping off his clothes and laying down, feeling more aroused than he's felt in a long time. the fact he doesn't have to sneak around or hide from patrick makes butterflies soar in his stomach. as always, art doesn't really like jerking off in the sense of fucking his fist. ever since patrick introduced him to pillow humping, he hasn't masturbated any other way. art grabs a pillow from the pile at the top of his bed, cradling it against his chest so that he can rut his cock up into it. he moans softly, even though patrick isn't here he doesn't want anyone else to hear him. art rolls his hips slowly at first, closing his eyes and taking in all the little sensations of the soft fabric of his pillow against his pulsing flesh.

after a couple minutes of this, art finds that he can't hold back any longer, flipping over to lie on his stomach as he places the pillow underneath his hips. at this point, he's pretty much fucked out, drooling over his pillow and mumbling into his mattress as he clutches the sheets with clammy hands. art doesn't think of one specific person in his fantasy, only seeing shadows of soft warm bodies that run their hands over his skin, letting him take what he wants, what he needs. art grinds against the pillow a little faster, thinking about how hot and wet a pussy must feel, how it can clench and squeeze around him until he has no more cum left to give.

art has quickly forgotten about his will to stay silent, letting out breathy moans and whimpers every time his hips jerk back into the pillow. art is so worked up, he's so sensitive to all the stimulation he's putting himself through, the soft sheets on his drooling tip, the silky pillow he rubs his head against, the almost unbearable throbbing of his balls between his legs.. it's almost too much and- oh. oh- art realizes that he's going to cum. a short wave of disappointment over the fact that this heavenly experience didn't last as long as he wanted it to washes over him, quickly over taken my the electrifying feeling of his orgasm.

art thrusts wildly into his pillow, his adrenaline making it almost impossible for him to stop, even when ropes and ropes of sticky cum shoot out from his cock. art only stops when the shaking of his body becomes too much, making him lay down fully and take deep gulping breaths of air. he's blushing profusely, trying not to imaging how patrick would look at home if he found out the moment he left, art masturbated like a mad man.

art pulls on a pair of his boxers, grabbing his phone and checking his messages, finding one from patrick. "i forgot my sweatshirt in the dorm but when i came back it sounded like u were pretty busy.. have fun without me perv ;)" <3

every time i go on c.ai i wish i had the patience/ability to make bots but i don't 😭😭 shout out to all y'all bot creators i am truly hanging on your every word when you announce new bots, thank you for your service 🙏

I AM GOING TO LOSE IT.. i need to be in bed with him rn.. i know his skin is so soft and nice to touch.. i need him to lay his pretty head on my chest so bad so i can rub his back UGHHH the yearning is real tonight

fuck... this is perfect 🩷

best friend stanford art loves to invite you to hang out after practice and always says he needs to take a “little nap” before you guys go out. he promptly falls asleep on your chest for an hour

i’ll cry he’s so cute

every time he swears up and down he’s only gonna take a quick power nap. 15 minutes!! he promises!! then you’ll go out!! you know better, but you let him think you believe him anyway. next thing you know, he’s drooling through your shirt, nuzzling his face into your chest for over an hour. absolutely dead to the world, no hope of waking him up. sometimes he says your name in his sleep, little whispers of it, usually followed by a whimper or a whine. it’s a 60/40 shot of whether he’ll either wake up hard or hump you in his sleep but you don’t mind when he sounds so sleepy and sweet asking for permission to touch you <33

imagine you and art studying together, and he was too distracted with his games to actually do the homework so he teases you and acts all innocent when he’s really trying to get those homework awnsers out of you…

(sorry i’m not best at explaining i hope this made sense)

YUPPPPP

since he earned a scholarship from playing tennis, it's hard for art to focus on academics, when it's not really what he's in school for!

he tries hard in the first semester of his freshman year.. but then he kind of gives up and coasts on his successful career as a college tennis player. finally his coach makes him get a tutor; you.

art needs the most help in math, because he has such a hard time paying attention. the first time you meet, he seems like the classic jock, not pressured like anyone else to actually try hard at school. for the first few tutoring sessions art just sits there on his phone, humming in response whenever you answer a problem on his homework, or teasing you about being such a "nerd". you roll your eyes, pretty much fed up with doing his homework every day while he just sits and plays stupid games on his phone. you decide to finally say something.

"you know i don't have to do this for you, right? it's frustrating when im literally doing your work for you and you never even do as much as say thank you." art looks up from his phone, initially having a look of surprise on his face, but quickly covering it up with a pout. "im really, really sorry.. its just.. ive been so tired after tennis, and i have so much practice that i barely sleep.." he almost has a whine in his voice, "im really sorry.. it's just.. i don't even think i can do all the stuff that you do, you're so smart.." he looks up at you with those baby blue eyes and you can't help but feel sorry for him. "art.. you're smart, for real. if you just applied yourself to the work you'd be as good as i am in no time.." he nods slowly, putting down his phone. "i guess you're right.. let me make it up to you though, can i buy you dinner or something?" art looks at you earnestly, eyes searching yours for any hints of you giving in. you sigh, "okay.. sure, only if you promise to actually do your work once and a while." art nods happily and crosses his fingers behind his back, "oh of course i will"

you both get up and leave, art satisfied that you're now under his little spell <3

i have a super busy week this week so sadly my full length fic will be out as late as thursday.. but ill try to post some small stuff in the mean time!! (also a teaser for that longer fic <3)

day 2: new positions <3

art has never been adventurous. he's always been the one to reel in other people, to make sure that they're being cautious. art is a chronic overthinker, at any point in time whether he's just staying into space he's constantly thinking about everything that could go wrong. so imagine his surprise when you asked him to try something new.

you're actually at the dinner table when you ask, so infatuated with watching art across the table that the question just slips out, "could we try a new position tonight?" art pauses his eating immediately, chewing slowly before swallowing and answering. "like- like for sex?" art isn't stupid, he knows you're talking about a sex position, but he doesn't think he can ever remember having sex with someone that wasn't in missionary. you nod, taking pleasure in the flush creeping across his face. "can i think about it?" art asks, obviously afraid of saying the wrong thing.

later, when you're laying in bed, watching him brush his teeth in the bathroom, you finally get your answer. art walks over to you, sitting on the edge of the bed and fidgeting with his fingers. "i wanna try a new position" he looks at you expectantly, wanting you to take the lead. and you do so, gladly.

art lets you practically manhandle him into the position you like, watching you with hooded eyes. he's already painfully hard, and he has been ever since dinner. he's red and leaking and everytime you touch him his dick jumps from excitement. you straddle his lap, smiling as his hips try to buck up into you. your weight on his lap is surprisingly arousing to him, but he doesn't do anything about it, waiting for you to lead him.

art is practically panting now, his chest heaving as you slip him inside of you, and art swears he sees stars. having you on top of him makes him feel like he's been having sex wrong all this time, he swears he can feel your movements better this way. you look down at him and his eyes are screwed shut and you feel his heart beating under your hands on his chest.

once art is able to focus again, he can't stop his base instincts to fuck up into you. he plants his feet on the mattress and wraps his arms tight around you, his biceps flexing against your back. and you let him have his way, pushing your head into his neck and biting there, drawing out a series of whines from arts mouth. you can feel his hips stuttering against you as he practically cries into your shoulder, pumping deep inside of you. and with art, he's never done quick, squirting inside you until he physically can't anymore.

you take his head out of your shoulder, looking at his teary eyes and wet lashes. and as always, art is insatiable. "can we try another one?" <3