hi Dani <3 love love love your writing and I adore how you write our lovely toxic tennis throuple.
okay so hear me out, whenever people write ATP it's either Art in the middle or Patrick in the middle but I'm a firm believer that Tashi loves to be in the middle (cough cough hotel scene!) just because our queen is dominant that doesn't mean she doesn't want to get absolutely blasted I mean hello?? can't a baddie catch a vibe? what's the point of having two guys if you can't take them at the same time? there's not enough Tashi Eiffel tower content in the world.
anyway this is a very unnecessarily long way of me asking you to write an ATP threesome with powerbottom!Tashi <3 like I just imagine her taking one of them from the front and the other from the back and she won't let them finish until she's satisfied. or maybe she's on her knees for the both of them going back and forth and she won't let them touch her. please make my dream come true ✨
Yes!!! A thousand times yes<3 You’re so very real for this anon. She likes to be in the middle… it’s canon actually. Prompt is better than the fic I fear but I gave it the old college try heh.
CW: MDNI, NSFW, canon drift, early days of porn hub, squirting, bjs, unsafe sex, underaged drinking, mild exhibitionism (if you squint), intoxication, not beta’d so please feel free to point out issues. 3.4k words.
Summary: Tashi tries alcohol for the first time and decides she probably (read: definitely) wants to be double teamed by her boyfriend and his best friend. Not that the alcohol changes anything. She woulda fucked them anyway. :)
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Tashi’s a good girl. She gets straight A’s. She’s always home by curfew. She’s talented but she never takes short cuts. Perfect student, perfect athlete, perfect daughter.
She’s always been good but she’s never been normal. Normal isn’t winning your first junior open at 12 years old. Normal isn’t getting your first sponsorship at 14. Normal isn’t whatever she’s got going on with her boyfriend and his best friend.
It’s boring really. It’s nothing. Patrick’s in town and she let him invite Art over. She picked Patrick but she still has a crush on Art. Even more so, whenever she watches him play. She likes them both, especially when they’re together. She has little fantasies where she gets them to kiss again. Imagines what it would have been like that night in Flushing if she stayed in their bedroom. She’d been too nervous to stay out late with her little tattle tale brothers in the hotel room waiting to tell mom and dad if she’d been gone too long. She wonders what would’ve happened if she let them both have her instead of making them work for it. Shes a good girl really she is…she just gets horny sometimes.
They’re sitting in her dorm room. Both boys on the floor, she’s stretched out horizontally on her extra long twin, resting on her tummy, legs bent at the knees, she swings them back and forth idly. They’re watching Batman Begins, eating individually packaged cheesecake from the grocery store and drinking wine coolers.
Well, Art and Patrick are drinking. She’s never tried alcohol before outside of an accidental sip of her dads red stripe beer when she was little and they were on vacation in Jamaica. Since then she planned to wait till she was 21, just about a year to go. She never felt like she was missing anything. She’s so good. But she’s also a little bored and mildly curious so she does take a little sip out of Patrick’s bottle of Smirnoff. And then another.
“It doesn’t taste horrible.”
Patrick looks up at her, smirking, mischief in his eyes. “Maybe you want the rest?”
She shrugs and takes the bottle from him, finishing it off. Art glances at her and when she turns to meet his gaze he looks back at the television. Typical for when the three of them are together.
She behaves herself with the two of them usually … the first night they met being the exception. She kinda makes a couple mistakes tonight though.
The first mistake is she lets Patrick give her another wine cooler. It’s too sweet and fizzy… it doesn’t taste like nasty beer at all and she drinks it down easily like soda pop. It’s not until her cheeks are warm and her brain processing time seems to have slowed down that she realizes her second mistake. Patrick picks up her laptop, which is fine. He uses it sometimes. It’s no big deal. Except she forgot she hadn’t used it since the night before Patrick came to visit. That night she’d been horny out of her mind and she couldn’t really sleep so as a last ditch effort—
She watches Patrick, seated back on the floor next to Art, it feels like slow motion as he opens the laptop. At the top of the screen in bold is the logo for PornHub. A video titled: “Hot ebony milf gets double teamed by husband and friend.” She didn’t realize it was such a stupid title.
“Um Tash?” Patrick’s running his fingers along the tracking pad. She doesn’t need to see his face to know he’s grinning like an idiot.
His voice draws Art’s attention and his gaze lands on the laptop screen just as Patrick hits play. And okay fine. So what… she watches porn. Fuck him… the stuff he watches is probably so much worse.
“Patrick, what are you doing?” Art snaps with all the cadence of an 18th century man who’s just seen an ankle.
“Yeah Patrick,” Tashi chimes in, trying to sound equally scandalized.
Patrick turns his grin on her. “Fuck you Tashi… this is your laptop.” His eyes are all sparkly, pretty blue rings shrinking as his pupils get larger. He needs to be studied for how fast he can go from zero to horny. She needs to be studied for how quickly she’s able to meet him there.
“Fuck you actually,” She says as she reaches over his shoulder and shuts the laptop and the messy sound of skin slapping and over the top moaning quiets.
Art moves to sit crisscross on the floor. “You’re disgusting Patrick,” he mutters. Hands pushed into his lap.
Patrick laughs. “Jesus Christ…it wasn’t me. I was just trying to check my play schedule for next week. I didn’t know my sensitive eyes would be assaulted by Tashi’s filthy porn habit.”
Tashi still feels a little dizzy. Kinda brave. “Please. Sensitive eyes. You guys have probably done that in real life with so many girls at boarding school.”
The room gets all quiet. It’s like even the film has decided not to make a sound. They’re doing that thing they do where they stare at each other, talking without words and finally Patrick says. “Believe it or not we haven’t. We don’t share girls. Theres a winner…usually me,” he grins. “And a loser.”
Art rolls his eyes.
“Bullshit…you don’t share girls, sure okay.” Tashi giggles and is surprised by a little hiccup that follows. “You probably both get hard fighting each other over who gets to have the pussy and who gets the mouth.”
Patrick’s looking at her all starry eyed. “Well…” he glances at Art. “I mean… I would get your pussy… I mean her…hypothetical pussy of course.”
Art is bouncing his thigh, his gaze on Tashi. “I would… I would never disrespect you… or— or anyone like that.”
Patrick snorts. “You’re so full of shit.” He mutters.
Art glances back at Patrick. “I wouldn’t.”
“So you don’t want to double team me Art?” Tashi asks him, softly. “Fill me up from both ends with your both cocks.”
”Holy shit,” Patrick whispers.
Art starts blinking a lot… for a moment she worries he’ll start crying. “Well… welll….I uh… if that’s what you wanted. I would do that for you.” Art stammers out.
“How chivalrous,” Patrick says dryly. “Tash… um… what are we talking about here? Cause I’m…” he gestures vaguely at his crotch.
Tashi smirks. “Okay get up… lemme see it,” she hiccups. This feels surreal. She doesn’t think she knows anyone else who had two boys make out with each other for their attention. Her best friend from high school still thinks she’s exaggerating. And now she’s got them both in her bedroom eager to fulfill her porn fantasy. Stupid. Insane.
Patrick puts her laptop on the ground and gets to his feet quickly… and yeah he’s stupid hard, with his stupidly massive dick. “See what you do to me?” Patrick sighs. Art looks at him, an almost imperceptible swipe of his tongue against his bottom lip before he looks back to her.
”What about you?” She asks, a little smile playing on her lips. “You don’t wanna show me?”
Art looks back at Patrick and then to her again before getting to his feet. He’s tenting behind his athletic shorts.
“So I get your pussy right?” Patrick asks softly.
Tashi smiles and inches forward on the bed till her feet are flat on the ground. She looks between the two of them. “Why don’t you take em out?”
Patrick hastily undoes his belt and unzips his jeans but Art just has to ease his shorts down. His swollen pink dick bobs out first. She’s never seen it before. Not really. Maybe it’s because she’s drunk… at least she thinks she is… she doesn’t really know what being drunk feels like… but she grabs hold of Art to the sound of his sudden inhale. Soft skin over hard velvety heat, pearls of white liquid dripping from the tip. She smiles up at him before opening her mouth and sucking him inside.
“Oh,” Art gasps his knees buckle slightly. “Oh my god.”
Tashi wants to smile but she’s got her tongue sliding between his slit, tasting the salty fluid leaking from the tip. “Mm…” she hums filling her mouth with more to the sound of a strangled moan from Arts lips. She feels Art grab onto her shoulders… like he needs her to keep himself up right.
“Oh fuck, Tashi.” It’s not Art… it’s Patrick who whispers it. Tashi slides back letting her mouth empty, Art’s dick revealed inch by inch all shiny with her spit. Art is breathing heavy. His eyes heavy lidded. He lets go of her, trying to steady himself. “S-sorry,” he whispered, dazed. She grins and then turns to Patrick.
He’s got his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, one hand gripping his swollen dick, until she meets his gaze. He lets go of himself. ”God Tashi…” Patrick says softly, he looks so hungry. She loves the sound of her name in his pitchy sex altered voice. Let’s him cup her face in his large palm.
“You’re so fucking smart and talented…” He teases her like that because she snapped at him once for calling her pretty. (“I’m more than just pretty Patrick… unless thats all you like about me.”)
She grabs at his dick… watching his face as she plays with it… jerking it a little, pressing her thumb along the slit and licking her thumb afterwards. Hes dumb sexy and he knows it, freckles everywhere, his ears all pink, eyes falling shut, lips parted as he groans softly, “Fuck yes.” He breathes as she slowly fills her mouth with as much as she can manage. She reaches over and grabs hold of Art at the same time while she hollows her cheeks around Patrick.
Patrick moans and Art whimpers. She looks up and Patricks staring at her, one hand resting flat along Arts tummy. She feels so wet between her thighs she thinks her panties might be soaked. Patrick plays his fingers into her hair, grabbing at her ponytail trying to push for more and she pulls back.
“Mm… no fucking way… you really think either of you are allowed to cum before me?” She hiccups.
Art shakes his head. “What if I’m…. What if we can’t help it?”
“Be careful Tash, he’s easy,” Patrick breathes.
“I forgot you two jerk off together,” Tashi smiles.
Patrick shrugs.
“You know you never told me what happened after I left you alone in Flushing.” She adds, curiously, reminded of her standing irritation that he's always so tight lipped about it.
All Patrick offers is a toothy smile. “You should have stayed.”
Art clears his throat. “Im… im not easy just… i think you’re so pretty.”
Tashi giggles and she can see the flush on his cheeks deepen, more pearls of precum leak from his tip. “Try to relax…think of it like a game of doubles. Im your partner. You can’t dominate the court… you have to hold it back a little. For me.” She says gently.
He nods. “Uh yeah okay. I can— i can hold it…”
Patrick curls his fingers into Arts hair. “Yeah hold it back sweetheart.”
Art shoves his hand away, a little shiver running through his body. God.
Tashi feels impatient all of a sudden. She takes hold of Art again and licks at the excess dripping from his tip.
“F-fuck,” Art stammers, his hands fly to her head, her ponytail snagging on his fancy watch. She pulls back teasing it out of her hair with a giggle. “Sorry fuck… im sorry.” Art whines.
“Its okay,” she says, she glances at Patrick’s shit eating grin as she smooths her hair back. Art takes his watch off and tosses it aside on her bed. “Its okay you’ll get used to it…” Tashi says, reassuringly.
“Who tastes better Tash?” Patrick asks.
“hm… good question…” she takes hold of both of their dicks making them moan, making them step closer to each other. She likes it… it feels like she has all this control. Maneuvering them like horny little marionettes. She fills her mouth with both.
A chorus of moans and swears fill the room as she hums around them. Her mouth too full, eyes watering. Both of them with their hands in her hair. They each have a distinct scent, but mostly what she tastes on her tongue is salty, heated skin. She teases Patrick’s balls with her finger tips eliciting a sharp groan out of him. Feels the way, Patrick gently cradles her head. Feels the way Art starts moving, like he wants to thrust in and out but is trying to stop himself. She hears the wet sound of kissing and she presses her thighs together as she glances up to see them kissing each other. She fucking knew it. They’re as horny for each other as they are for her.
“I dont— think— I don’t think—“ Art gasps, against Patrick’s mouth. Tashi pulls back then, both of them slipping out, hard and shiny. Art lets out a deep breath at the loss of contact and Patrick keeps one hand on her head and the other on Art’s.
“Mm..I think I like both,” Tashi says, curling stray strands of hair behind her ears. Both boys are watching her with sex stupid dazed expressions, following her every movement. She slowly pulls her t-shirt and sweatshirt off so she’s only in her sports bra and short shorts. “You both wanna be inside me don’t you?”
“Yes,” Art says, immediately.
“Fuck yes,” Patrick says.
She gets to her feet so she’s almost at eye level with them and that’s when she realizes she’s drunk or something like it. She wraps an arm around Patrick’s shoulder. “Mm I think I’m drunk.”
“You’re just a little tipsy, sweetheart,” Patrick teases. “Light weight.”
She grins. “You can have my pussy this time, Pat-trick.” She separates the syllables cause words feel so slow and funny on her tongue.
“God yes,” Patrick says, he presses a tentative kiss to her lips and she smiles and kisses him back. Before turning to Art. He’s so eager it’s like their lips smash together straight away, tongues and teeth and hunger. She feels so horny. She feels Patrick pull her hair back so he can kiss along her throat… Patrick’s fingers sliding beneath the waistband of her shorts, rubbing circles, teasing along her cunt through the fabric of her panties. “So wet for me,” he hums along her throat and Art starts feeling around too. His hand cupping at her bra, fingers tugging it down so he can play with her breasts, teasing her nipples between his fingertips.
It feels so good Tashi is overwhelmed with it. She can’t believe a little over 24 hours ago she’d been watching porn curled up in her bed, fingers racing between her legs while some stranger moaned about two boys fucking her like crazy.
And now it’s real. They’re touching her all over, Art’s mouth on her breasts. Patrick’s hand around her waist, the other one in her panties. His thick fingers slipping in and out of her. She’s moaning, writhing against them, takes their mouths, pushes them together to watch them kiss on each other.
“Mm you’re both so good at sharing,” Tashi sighs.
“God… wanna fuck you now, Tash.” Patrick breathes. “Wanna fuck you so bad.”
“Maybe you should ask nicely,” Tashi says.
“Please lemme fuck you, Tashi,” he groans.
“Please, me too. I’ll do whatever you want me to.” Art breathes. “I won't come till you say.”
And really who is she to say no to that. She makes Patrick put on a condom. She's on the pill but she always has to be double, triple, quadruple sure. She got too horny one night and let him fuck her without it and ended up in her gynaecologist’s office begging for a test because she was one day late and so very neurotic about it. God forbid she lets a boy ruin her tennis career.
She crawls on the bed, tossing the pillows on the floor. Patrick is right behind her. She gestures Art over to join them and he quickly slots himself between her face and the headboard. She feels Patrick's fingers playing with her pussy again. So impatient. “Jesus your fucking dripping.” He moans and with that he’s easing himself inside her, she feels the thick heft of him and even though she’s used to how big he is by now theres still the delicious stretch through her walls as her body accommodates for him.
She moans and Art shivers in front of her. He rubs his dick as she looks up at him through her lashes.
“God. You’re so…. so beautiful,” he whispers.
She loves how irreverent he is even when she’s doing something filthy right in front of him. Like getting fucked.
“You can put it in my mouth,” she grins and he nods. Hes so gentle with it, taking hold of himself and gently guiding his dick into her open mouth. She licks and moans around him while Patrick groans, fucking her like he can’t help himself. This is what she wanted, what she touched herself imagining. God maybe shes not a good girl. Maybe she’s a little bit of a slut. One drink and she wants to be fucked like a whore.
She rocks her hips back and forth, both of them filling her over and over. Her ears ringing, pulse pounding. The room is full of their gasping and moaning. Vaguely she imagines that maybe her neighbors can hear and it just makes her feel even more aroused. And soon she’s fisting the sheets… Patrick pounding against her walls over and over along a spot that’s making her shiver and whine and her thighs feel weak. Her tummy coiling tighter and tighter as the tension builds. Her mouth is so full and wet, drool spilling from her lips. No more technique, just sloppy messy head. Art white knuckling her headboard. His breathing shaky like he’s desperate.
“Fuck Tashi, fuck are you close?” Patrick moans. Tashi just hums, meeting his thrusts. She’s out of her mind… barely holding on….and then it happens. She thinks she blacks out for a second for the force of it. Coming so wet on Patricks dick.
“Holy Fuck,” Patrick gasps. He starts rocking his hips faster chasing his own orgasm while her mouth fills suddenly with Arts come.
“Fuck im sorry im sorry, I couldn’t— i couldn’t stop,” he groans as she pulls back and lets it drip from her lips. Little spurts of come still jutting out of him. And that's when Patrick stills, moaning as he empties into the condom.
“God that was so fucking hot.” He gasps.
Oh, it's such a mess. Patrick sighs, relaxing as he slips out of her. Tashi had never seen how the double penetration clip ended. She'd finished by then, shut her laptop and fallen fast asleep.
But in reality even though she's just as sleepy as she was after watching porn (probably more) she’s groggy sitting on the edge of the bed, feverishly warm looking around for her panties. Art tugging his shorts up, skin still pink he hurries to the bathroom to get a wash cloth to help her clean up.
They organize themselves somewhat quietly, all of them exhausted from such an intense athletic effort. Her bed sheets are kind of a lost cause. “You gotta wash them tomorrow,” she informs them to which they both agree. God she thinks they’re so pussy drunk right now they'll say yes to anything.
Art says they can sneak downstairs to his room, he’s got a blow up mattress. “Just gotta be quiet in case my roommate is sleeping.”
“Next time we can do it in your room…when your roommate is out of town.” Tashi says softly as they make their way down the mostly empty dormitory halls.
“Yeah… yeah whenever you want,” Art says.
“Oh fuck next time, really?” Patrick teases his fingers into her hair as they step on the elevator. He fidgets, twirling a strand of her ponytail around his fingers.
“Sure,” Tashi shrugs and waits a beat. “I mean don't you wanna fight over who gets to put it in my ass?”
The elevator dings and she steps out. Both boys frozen in place, staring at her, trying get their brains back online. Yeah it's fine, she’s okay with her life being a little bit not normal. She kinda loves it actually.
(okay so pornhub was founded in may 2007 guys… this is the research I do for you. Unfortunately I’m not sure on timeline of the film (Tashi’s injury) and im already in canon divergence so nothing matters but I just thought you should also know that useless fact.)
Can’t forget the most important part Taglist: @artstennisracket
The Donaldson’s 13 year long tennis match with Patrick Zweig.
*originally posted on Reddit*
The Donaldsons’s 13 year long tennis match with Patrick Zweig
🎾P A R A L E L L S🎾
“For about 15 seconds there, we were actually playing tennis, and we understood each other completely. So did everyone watching. It was like we were in love. Or like we didn’t exist. We went somewhere really beautiful together.”
“You screamed. When you hit the winner. Never heard anything like it before.”
to me the obvious post-movie plot is that Art retires, Tashi starts training Patrick, and the three of them hang out all the time. Tashi and Patrick go touring as necessary but Art gets a house or something where he really settles down. (Tashi's family lives in the area of course.)
For significant chunks of the year it's Tashi and Patrick on the road, maybe Lily + Art and the grandparents come along and do tourist things. But there's also a good amount of time where it's just Art living his best mundane-ass life at the house with the Duncan grandparents across the street.
the Ideal tho is when it's Tashi, Art, and their daughter at the house with Patrick and the grandparents maintaining orbit around them. And by that I mean Patrick is more often than not present for breakfast, lunch, & dinner, if not overnight. And the grandparents are like "it's so nice to be able to. actually retire for real. Thank God."
