BRAT
The aftermath of what happened between Art and Tashi after the match, assuming that Art won of course.
*I wrote this one shot in my notes a long time ago when Challengers first was released and I honestly forgot all about it. I'm not sure about anyone else by Art gave me very strong bratty submissive vibes and I just couldn't let it go clearly. Enjoy!
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“You told him to fuck off but he didn’t say anything? Why?”
He exhaled. He didn’t know if he was ready for this. He felt like he never could snap at her like how he snapped at Patrick in the sauna. The adrenaline in him was still pumping and for the first time in his life he saw red.
“If I’m being honest, you can also fuck off Tashi.”
Her head snapped to him as if he’d smacked her.
“You won. You got your confidence back. So what the fuck is your problem now? Huh Art? What could possibly be so wrong now!??”
“You are what’s wrong! What?! You didn’t think I could do it! You lost faith in me just because I said I wanted to retire? NOT EVERYONE WANTS TO PLAY TENNIS UNTIL THEY ARE FUCKING SIXTY!!! IS THAT WHY YOU CRAWLED OUT OF BED AND WENT TO FUCK PATRICK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT??”, Art screamed as he ripped his shirt over his head.
Both palms of his hands rubbed his eyes as not only the toll of the game sat in, but the emotional whiplash as well.
“Explain it to me because it doesn’t make sense. Explain it now Tashi.”
“You won Art. That’s all that matters.”
“At what cost!?!? What did that win just cost me?!?! God knows what it cost you,” Art sighed.
Tashi rubbed her temples with frustration as she walked toward Art and stood in front of him. Without her heels on, she was shorter than him. A fact that she happened to love. There were a lot of things that she loved about Art. She may not expressively say them out loud but if she didn’t love him, she wouldn’t be here.
Reaching towards his shoulders she grazed up his neck. Patrick smacked her hand away and took a step back.
“Don’t touch me Tashi,” Art whispered closing his eyes.
Now that infuriated her. Art never pulled away from her. He never drew away from her touch. He was hers and they both knew that. From the tip of his head, to his soft lips, down his sculpted chest, and down to his dick. Especially his dick.
She laughed. His eyes locked with her, pupils blown with fury.
“Oh so what now? You got your confidence back, you won and now you are too good for me to touch you? I can go get Patrick if you’d like.”
“Fuck off Tashi!”
She went to grab his arm as he walked past her towards their bedroom.
“Art!”
“No! FUCK OFF!”
“No Art! Stop being a BRAT!”
He stood still at the word, facing away from her.
Tashi had been horny since Art told Patrick to fuck off in the court. She hasn’t been this soaked in what felt like months.
She’d been horny the entire ride back to the hotel. Having Art pull away from her like a game of cat and mouse had her even more drenched at the thought of him.
Tashi took her shirt off, threw it on the bed and walked behind him. Kissing his shoulder, moving to the other, licking the scars of his previous injury, up his neck, to his ear and bit his earlobe, sucking it into her mouth, Art let out a sigh.
“I told you not to touch me,” he said with a shiver.
Tashi’s hand made her way to the front of Arts shorts, untying them quickly as she wrapped her hand around his dick.
He was rock hard.
“And I told you to stop being a brat.”
“Why should I?”
“Because even though you’re pissed at me, you say you don’t want me to touch you, your dick is so hard for me and I know deep down you want to fill me just to prove a point.”
“Fuck…Tashi…” she began to stroke him even faster.
Art ripped her hand off his dick, wrapped his hand around her neck and threw her on the bed before leaning over the end of it.
The look on his face didn’t match the look he had the night she told him that she’d leave him if he didn’t win.
No, this was her bratty submissive with a point to prove.
Art unbutton her pants and pulled her underwear off in one sweep right with them.
Normally he would take the time to taste her, he would always taste her but right now it was different.
He kissed up her thighs, licking as he made his way upward and skipping where she really wanted him as he pinned her arms to the bed and slid into her with no restraint.
“Fuck Art!”
He fucked with no resolve. Licking and sucking her nipples, kissing and biting all over her breasts. Hard enough to leave marks.
To prove a point.
“There’s going to be marks.”
“I don’t give a shit” he emphasizes with each thrust.
Leaning back on his knees, he lifted Tashi’s waist to find that one spot that drove her insane as his thumb found her clit.
“Art! No stop! I’m not sleeping in the wet spot!”
“Yes you are. You are going to squirt all over me. You are going to soak this bed. I’m going to fill you up so much that it will leak out for days.”
“Art! Please!”
“Come on Tashi. Give it to me. Give it to me and I’ll stop being a brat. I won the match. Give me what I want Mommy please.”
Each word was met with a thrust and Tashi couldn’t hold it back anymore. She never could when he got like this and with the match she felt like she had been edged for hours.
Everything snapped. A damn bursts Tashi felt herself release and knew the blankets were a goner.
“One more Tashi, one more.”
“Art…please.”
“Give me more than what you gave him. Just one more, please,” he gently demanded as she came harder the second time unable to hold it back any longer.
He won on the court. He a needed to win off of it too.
“Fucking Christ Art.”
He lifted one of her legs above her shoulder as he felt a familiar tightness in his lower stomach.
“Tashi…Tashi fuck I’m so close. Baby, shit I’m so close Tashi.”
“You still want to come inside of me?”
“Tashi, fuck yes. I want to come right here.”
“Do it then. Fill me Art.”
Tashi felt her husband’s come filling her before she could even finish saying his name.
“SHIT!” Art slowly pumped into her until he was drained of every drop before pulling out and laying on his side. Spooning Tashi as he kissed her neck where the marks were already making their appearance.
“Can you do me a favor?” Art asked
“Hmmm what is it now?”
“Don’t cover these,” he said with a kiss.
“My God, you are such a brat!” Tashi said with a laugh.
“Yeah and I wonder how that happened?!” Art exclaimed.
“Don’t start!” Tashi yelled.
Rolling her eyes she got settled to sleep in the wet spot, doubting that Art would let her get up any time soon.
They would have to talk more about Patrick. Either about what she had done or how they would attempt to move forward.
She’d just have to pick a time when he was being less of a brat.
