ׂ╰┈➤ currently obsessed with… challengers, daredevil, boys of tommen, josh o’connor, marvel, jeff buckley, la chimera, the twinkle in patrick zweig’s eyes, watching movies, benjamin poindexter, bucky barnes, mike faist, musicals, suki waterhouse, reading, gerard gibson, jake gyllenhaal, red dead redemption, arthur morgan ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
usually just lurking but eventually might post stuff 𖤓
✎ warnings/tags: solo smut, pathetic art, art being a cuck, slight somno, invasion of privacy, MDNI!!!
✎ authors note: I'm ngl this has been sitting in my notes app for almost a year now LMAOO anyways please leave any kind of feedback as I have only recently started posting my fics and would love to hear your opinions!! <3
✎ wc: 950
Art was about to turn off the little lamp resting on the bedside table when he saw your phone light up. He know your password, of course he did. You were never the type to hide things, were you?
So as any curious person ever, he checked. It was just a notification of someone liking your story. Nothing weird or out of the ordinary.
Art promised he would put it down. He wasn't the type to snoop around in your stuff (unless it was your underwear drawer with those pretty pink lacy panties you never wore for him) But hey! It wasn't even snooping! He just wanted to take a cute photo of your sleepy face, drooling like a toddler as you slept.
He looked at you, sleeping soundly next to him with your ass pressed up against his growing bulge. He was being a gentleman, keeping his hands (and dick) to himself, trying to completely ignore the urge to fuck you in your sleep, even though you guys went over this multiple times.
You asked him to do stuff to you while you slept. He insisted on not doing anything. He preffered when you were actually able to react, to moan, to scratch, to pull, to kiss.
So naturally, after he took the photo he went straight to your gallery to stare at it. He got slightly distracted. Scrolling up, finding tons of candid photos of himself he never even knew existed. He found it cute. That until, he scrolled even further up, finding older.. videos. Ones he knew he should absolutely not be watching for obvious reasons.
Art did it. He knew he shouldn't have. He checked the date of the video, and sure enough, the two of you weren't even dating yet. But he was so curious! You never took videos when you guys had sex, so he was naturally curious about the guy who actually got you to record this. Pressing the 'play' button, he couldn't help but let out a soft, quiet gasp at the screen.
You, sitting on someones lap at the edge of the bed, wearing a skirt that didn't cover shit and those pretty pink panties he never got lucky enough to see you in. Legs spread wide open for the camera, while the guy who's lap you were sitting on was pumping his fingers in and out of you.
He couldn't make out who the guy was. The angle being pretty weird, your heads not visible, but he could tell that it was you. He knew your body like the back of his hand.
The mystery guy leaned into your neck, leaving hickeys and bite marks all over you. The moment he saw those dark curls he knew. He fucking knew.
What he also knew, was the fact that you dated Patrick before him. But the thought of it always messed with his head. The thought of always coming in second when it came to Patrick Zweig.
Matches? Sure, he was used to it by now, but you? That fucked with his mind and he hated it.
What he also hated? The fact that he was getting hard. He was practically bursting out of his briefs at this point. He felt pathetic. Really?
Getting hard cause of a video of his best friend fucking his girl? That was a new type of low. Even for him.
He couldn't help but rewatch it. Again and again, bringing his hands down to feel his erection. He glanced at you, (still asleep thank god) before he drifted his focus back to the dimly lit screen.
He scrolled to the other video. You, on your knees in front of Patrick who was deep in your throat. For fucks sake, did you ever take him that deep? His mind was all fuzzy as he bit back a moan, sliding his hand into his boxers, finally freeing his cock that sprung out instantly. His tip already filled with sticky precum, as he started slowly pulling it.
You were looking up at him with your tongue sticking out while Patrick was basically violating your throat. Art never saw you in such state when it came to him. So eager and cock hungry.
He scrolled to another video, only using one hand to keep the phone steady. (The other one was busy stroking himself.)
This one probably took the cake. It was filmed from a higher angle, Patrick holding the phone.
You were on your back in the same pink panties which Art wasn't deserving of pulled to the side, as Patrick was stroking his cock, teasing your entrance. The panties were almost fully drenched with his precum, as he continued teasing your cunt. After a few slaps, he finally thrusted into you, causing a visible bulge on your stomach, which he was pressing down on with his hands.
Art was a mess at this point. He rolled to his side, barely reaching and opening the drawer you kept your panties in. He grabbed the one you were wearing in the videos with Patrick and wrapped it around his pretty, flushed tip. He didn't care if you woke up at this point even though he knew you wouldn't (you were a deep sleeper) He was letting out his moans, still trying to keep himself quiet to an extent.
He kept looking at the bulge Patrick caused in your stomach. His cock began twitching more and more as he finally looked down to his cum soaking your panties. He looked at the screen one last time before going back to your home screen and turning it off. Fuck. He was sure he could never satisfy you as good as Patrick did.
