Patrick and Art jerking of together after Tashi got out of the hotel room…
Oh yeah! <3
CW: 18+ NSFW
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Art can’t help himself after she leaves, he’s still aroused even after Patrick slaps him. Probably even more aroused. He lays back on the hotel bed closing his eyes as he jerks off. Thinking about her soft lips, the feel of her tongue, the smell of her hair, the caress of her hand. And to a lesser extent Patrick’s tongue swiping along his lips, slipping in and out of his mouth. He tries to push that part out of his head.
Then he hears a contented sigh and blinks his eyes open turning his head to see Patrick settled next to him on the bed, hands down his shorts too. Art swallows down on a bit of jealousy and something else he can’t name as Patrick eases his big cock out. Just like always he’ll be the winner. He’ll actually get to be with her. For Art it’s only a fantasy.
Art jerks himself faster, more angrily and then Tashi and Patrick’s words fill his head. “Who finished first?”
“I think you did.”
God why’d he have to bring up that fucking story to begin with. Just to make Art seem like a pathetic fucking loser.
Art takes a deep breath and slows his pace just as Patrick lets out a soft moan. “Dude imagine if she stayed… god imagine if we took turns fucking her.” Patrick sighs.
Art bites his tongue, the idea of it alone bringing him too close.
“Or what if…” Patrick sighs. “God imagine both of us inside her fucking her at the same time. I’m fucking her pussy while you’re deep in her ass.”
Art shivers. It’s almost like he’s doing this on purpose so next time he can laugh and say Art couldn’t last, in front of her again.
“No I’d— I’d fuck her pussy,” Art whispers.
Patrick chuckles. “Sure man,” he says and lets out another soft groan. “I’ll take her ass any day of the week. I’d bend her over the fucking net.”
Art stops touching and grips the sheets. He’s just gotta outlast him. He’s just gotta fucking tune him out.
“Mm she was so into it. I thought she was gonna ask us to fucking jerk each other off. Imagine that.”
Art doesn’t know why that idea makes his tummy flip flop. Even without touching he jerks his hips a little.
“Or maybe she’d beg you to suck me so she could watch. Oh god.”He’s moving faster his breathing heavier, his big hand pulling hard at his enormous cock. Pearls of precum dripping from the tip, Art doesn’t know why his mouth is so wet. “Dude can you imagine?”
Patrick opens his eyes, and groans when their eyes meet. “Fuck man,” he reaches for Art’s cock. Art is surprised by himself because he doesn’t instinctively jerk away… no… he scoots a little closer.
Patrick jerking them both off, his warm heated palm feels so good. Art can’t help it, his eyes flutter closed as a desperate “oh fuck” escapes his lips.
“Mm thats right baby.” Patrick moans. “Imagine if she was watching us right now. Fingering her cunt. Oh fuck… she’s probably doing that right fucking now man. She’s probably so fucking wet.”
”Ohh… oh god…oh fuucck,” That’s the end for Art. He’s seizing up, shooting off sticky spurts all over Patrick’s solid grip.
“Mm fuck yes.” Patrick’s soft voice sounds again, he takes the now sticky hand he’d been using to bring Art off and uses it on his own cock, the stains of Art’s cum covering his length. He rolls on his side and starts kissing on Art’s neck. Art thinks he’s gonna pull away but instead he just lets out a soft moan as Patrick sucks on him like a vampire. Just a few more minutes and Art can feel Patrick’s heated, sticky cum wetting his thigh as he groans filthy swear words, lips pressed against Art’s skin.
“Mm, so fucking good,” Patrick sighs happily. “I fucking needed that.”
Art’s all tangled up and feeling so weird. He thought he very clearly wanted only her. Now he’s trying to understand why his body is also apparently very happy about the way Patrick’s fingertips are tracing light circles along his inner thigh.
“Mmkay I better shower. Big day tomorrow.” Patrick sighs, pushing himself up with a little grunt like it’s nothing.
”Yeah,” Art mumbles, suddenly annoyed again. It’s not a thing. No Patrick definitely just did all of that on purpose just to give him a complex. Just to fucking sabotage him and of course it fucking works. He feels defeated before he even steps out on the court.
Patrick was used to getting what he wanted. He was an only child, and he was spoiled by his mommy. As a little kid he got what he wanted from the stamp of his foot, or the slightest quiver of his pink bottom lip.
Patrick, who didn’t know what to do with himself when you didn’t immediately go along with his whims. You were at a party— both hot and single and drunk. If you were anyone else, right now you’d be pressed against the bathroom wall with your panties down by your knees. So why wouldn’t you get with him?
Patrick, who has never once made you cum. It doesn’t even cross his mind once. He rubs and rubs at the wrong spot, warm breath whispering in your ear. “Y’ feel it, babe?”
Patrick, who makes it all up with gifts. The dress you’d been admiring? The shoes? Want your nails done? Doesn’t matter. It’s all on mommy and daddy’s credit cards anyway.
honestly that freaky shit would be fun. He finishes in you and you sit up watching small creamy multicolored EGGS 💀 spill out of you like caviar "what the literal fuck??"
"it's natural" he huffs laying back down toying with an authentic space shuttle you bought him
just yapping but I hate mischaracterization for tashi duncan…
it’s genuinely such a pet peeve of mine when people write her to be this big, egotistical, mean bully of a woman. especially when interacting with another woman/ x reader bc we only really saw tashi act that way with the boys(and her racist opponent ig).
there are plenty of scenes in the movie that show tashi’s vulnerability and insecurity and her gentleness/empathy, especially when talking with women or loved ones. tashi duncan is not this evil home-wrecker between a beautiful male homoerotic friendship. it’s an old, tired and overplayed story that ppl love to use to as an excuse to hate on women/female characters.
art and patrick may have loved eachother but they’re relationship wasn’t perfect. art was too insecure and patrick was too ignorant that they would eventually have had a falling out imo.
tashi was by far a perfect person who made good decisions. she could be unkind when she wanted like any character. but she isn’t this antagonist that everyone wants to be the ‘bad guy’. ITS HER MOVIE!!
her complexity it what makes her a perfect main character and so well written!!
puppypilled! like actually patrick scratching her head and mocking her for liking it but she doesn’t care because she is just a puppy!!!! maybe she bites his hand for making fun of her idk!!11!!!!!1
every time a man pisses me off i think about how art donaldson would never do that to me. he’d get down on his knees and cry and rub his tears into my thighs ! he’d beg for forgiveness !
thinking about art who’s embarrassed to jerk off so he waits for days, sometimes weeks and when he finally does he’s so pent up that he cums an obscene amount, like just so fucking much that he thinks something is wrong with him and it just makes him more embarrassed which makes him wait even longer which makes him cum even more do you see where i’m going with this
having silly thoughts about patrick losing control and babbling. your pussy feels so good choking his dick that he just stops being able to control what’s coming out of his mouth. usually he’s so deliberately mean and domineering with you, but when you fuck him just right it suddenly becomes “yes baby, fuck baby, i like it, i like that, i love this fucking pussy, i can’t stop, please don’t make me stop, need it, need you, you’re so warm, i like it, i love it, i love you, fuck— i love you? i fucking love you”
Puppy Patrick being dominant to puppy art, he’s uncontrollably horny and wants to use art literally all the time, poor art can’t cope
oohhh <33 throwback from october jfc… hello again bbys
poor puppy art can’t say no to him… he knows it’s against the rules, that they should wait until you get home to play, but pat is sooo convincing when he comes home from his run all sweaty and pent up. where art gets more obedient in his puppy headspace, patrick gets brattier. he knows better than to push too much with you, but art is fair game. easy game.
“need you,” he’ll pant, already caging art against the floor with his arms and legs. he’s lapping at poor art’s neck because he knows how sensitive he is there. his hips are already grinding into art’s, they started moving practically on their own the second he pounced him five minutes ago. both of your puppies have a humping obsession that you’ll never be able to control. it always goes like this, patrick cornering art all over the house and using him. he’ll pin him against the floor, bend him over the kitchen counter, corner him in the hallways. they’re feverish together no matter what they’re doing. hands scrambling across each others bodies, patrick eagerly fucking poor art’s already bruised throat one afternoon, then pinning art down to return the favor another.
the thing is, patrick is insatiable, but art never tattles. he never tells you when patrick has been bad while you’re not home, always protecting him because he doesn’t want it to stop. he’s just as desperate for it and if patrick is the one initiating, then it’s not his fault if he reciprocates, right? he can’t help the way he pushes back against patrick’s hips when he bends him over or the pretty sounds he makes that just spur patrick on more. patrick is the one being bad!! really, it’s not his fault!!
