ART DONALDSON X READER X SLIGHT!PATRICK ZWEIG
warnings: 18+, kissing, fingering, p in v, creampie, slight voyeurism(?)
an: probably making a part 2 for a threesome! my request are open if anyone has a suggestion.
Art wasn't jealous that you had been talking to Patrick for the majority of the night. It was the fact that you had his jacket draped around your shoulders, laughing at every little joke Patrick had made. Your head against his shoulder toying with the bracelet on your wrist. Patrick's hand tracing shapes over your exposed thigh.
"So, is this how you lure in all the other girls?" You asked, lifting your drink to your mouth. She sensed Art staring at her for the past fifteen minutes, but she didn't care enough to look back at him.
"Only the special ones," he grinned, running his thumb across her lip to remove the extra alcohol. After that small interaction, her cheeks began to redden. She averted her gaze from him, feeling increasingly embarrassed by how easily he could make her blush.
He grasped your chin, making you meet his eyes, saying, "No need to feel embarrassed, sweetheart."
"I think your girlfriend wants you back," you teased, shifting your focus to Art and Tashi, both of whom were staring directly at you two.
"Not my girlfriend," looking over to see their expressions. It was obvious that both of them were jealous, even if they would refuse to admit it.
Art wasn't a jealous person. Or at least that is what he thought. You were just too close to Patrick for his liking, but who was he to say anything? He was the one that didn't want to make the relationship official.
Art summoned the courage to approach you, observing your smile widen as he came into view. Your eyes flickered up to meet his. Patrick released the hand from your thigh.
"Can I talk to you for a second," Art asked, extending his hand to help you get up. Patrick chuckled before strolling over to Tashi and sending you a wink.
"What's up?" Taking his hand you got up from your original seat. Walking with Art to find a secluded spot on the beach. Your back leaning against the wooden fence.
"Are you jealous," you teased, tilting your head to the side. Your smile turns into a smirk.
"No. I asked you a question though, sweet girl," he cupped your face with his hand and gently brushed his thumb against your lips, just like Patrick had done earlier. Maybe he felt jealous, but he refused to play into your games.
"No, he's not like you," his pants got tighter as you spoke. You parted your lips, allowing him to push in his finger. Your tongue circling his thumb.
She tilted her head back letting his thumb slip out of her mouth. "Let's head over to my hotel room."
"I'll be right back," he replies. Walking to Patrick, who was now standing alone. After five minutes of the two talking, Art came back towards you. He drew you closer to him by wrapping his arm around you.
You walked to your hotel room, Art trailing right behind you. Art had you pressed up against the door as soon as you stepped into the room. Your lips brushed against his lips, and his heart began to beat faster by the minute.
You closed the distance that separated the two of you. His lips were unexpectedly soft. She felt his teeth dig into her lower lip, causing her lips to separate. His tongue slid across her lips.
She missed this feeling. Weeks have passed since their last kiss. The erection in his pants started to grow, and she could tell the feeling was mutual.
The kiss began slowly and sensually but ended up sloppy and desperate. His hand tightened its grasp around your waist. He moans as his spit mixes with your own. He picks you up and places you on a nearby surface, which happens to be the bathroom sink.
He lowered his lips to your neck, breaking the kiss. As you sat there like a helpless mess, he started marking your neck. He assisted you in removing your pants and thong.
His finger brushed against your clit, collecting the wetness from your cunt. At his touch, all you could do was whimper. Slowly, two of his fingers slide inside of you. Your walls tighten around his digits.
Art's fingers sped up after you adjusted to the feeling. Your moans were music to his ears. He suddenly curls his fingers, making your back arch. He was aware of you being close to your release. Which was why he pulled his fingers out of you.
"Shhh, i'm gonna give you what you want sweet girl," he flips you around pressing your body onto the cold counter. You can hear him taking off his boxers and unzipping his pants.
You lick your lips at the thought of him fucking you like this. You gasp as he rubs his tip against your folds. Teasing you before slowly slipping into you. His pace quickened the second his cock slipped inside of you.
You can see his face through the bathroom mirror. Your eyes rolled back when his fingers teased at your clit. He watches your face as he fucks into you. Which was enough for him to be close enough to his orgasm.
Your head tilts down as your cum spills over his cock. Your body is having trouble holding yourself up. Art's eyes look up to meet a pair of eyes, but they aren't yours. It was Patrick.
Patrick was there; you were unaware of his presence, but Art had left the door unlocked for him. Patrick watched as Art smirked in the mirror as he fucked himself into you.
Art knew you had a thing for Patrick, even if you wouldn't admit it. Patrick watched as Art unloaded his cum into you. When Art pulled out, his cum was running down your legs.
When you noticed Patrick standing there, your eyes grew wide. The bulge in his pants was getting bigger. You turn to face Art, but he looks less shocked than you were.
"Why don't you let our guest have a taste, baby?"
With a slow nod, she is helped by Art to the bed. As Patrick approaches you, you watch while your body squirms. Grabbing his fingers, you help in coating them. Patrick lifts the fingers to his mouth moaning at the taste of both you and Art.
"I want you both," she moans. She collapsed onto her back, and her eyelids fluttered up at them. A grin appears on both Art's and Patrick's faces as they exchange glances.
