like sexy dynamite — a.donaldson
pairings; 2019 art donaldson x fem!reader
warnings; 18+ smut, mean!art, dom!art, sub!reader, semi-public sex, p in v
a/n; twas feeling festive... everyone thank @martiansodas-blog for convincing me to write this
you were, by some peoples standards, art donaldson's "controversially young" girlfriend. of course, you didn't find it controversial at all. clearly neither did he, since he was the one who approached you first anyway. the main perk of having a wealthy older boyfriend however, was access to his big beautiful house.
art had asked you to move in with him months prior, so it wasn't difficult to get him to throw a fourth of july party. it wasn't difficult to get anything with art, not when it's you. you simply had to bat your eyes and he would melt.
so there you were, sipping on some probably spiked punch and giggling with a few friends. trashy pop music played over a speaker, provided by some shitty college dj you had hired. it wasn't meant to be a good party, it was meant to be a fun party.
you and your friends names get called from across the room;
"guys, come on, they're setting off fireworks soon!"
your group starts to eagerly head to the backyard, until a grip on your arm stops you.
"hey baby. mind if i steal you for a minute?" art mutters in your ear.
he begins to pull you away before you can respond, barely having time to mouth 'ill be there soon' before you get dragged around the corner. he brings you to a stop in the luckily empty kitchen.
art interrupts you with a sloppy and desperate kiss, hands tightly gripping your waist.
"do you have any idea what you've been doing to me all night? running around in that whoreish dress?" he growls pressing you against the countertop.
"shit- art- someone could see-" you pant as he mouths at your neck.
"everyone's out watching the fireworks. like we would be, if you weren't such a fucking tease."
you gasp as art flips you around, pressing your torso into the cold marble countertop. he reaches under your dress, lightly rubbing your soaking wet cunt.
"this is what you wanted, isn't it? for me to bend you over where anyone could see? so wet over the thought of being seen as what you are, a slut."
you whimper as the blonde pushes your dress up, just enough for him to get a good look at your pussy. he curses under his breath at the sight, unzipping his pants and pulling out his already leaking cock as fast as possible.
he rubs his tip through your folds for just a moment before slamming into you. you let out a loud moan, muffled by his hand clamping over your mouth.
"c'mon baby, wouldn't want to ruin their party with your trampiness, would you?" art grunts, not letting up for a second.
the hand thats not covering your mouth is on your waist, holding you firmly against the countertop. your eyes roll back into your head as he hits the perfect spot inside of you, drooling like a mutt all over him. you can't help but let out pathetic whimpers and whines, so overwhelmed that you couldn't keep your mouth shut.
as if it was planned, the fireworks go off. its a loud show, just loud enough that art can take his hand off your face. he uses his now free hand to reach in between the two of you, rubbing fast circles onto your clit.
without support from art, your face slumps against the cool marble. you're putty in his arms, him fucking you so good you can't even think. with a particularly rough snap of his hips, you come undone, cunt spilling all over his cock.
"fuck- almost there baby- you can take it like the whore you are-"
art's rambles have practically turned mindless, now only chasing his own orgasm. he releases his hot load into you when you turn to face him, looking up at him through your eyelashes. like a hypocrite, he lets out his own vulgar groan as he finishes.
"fuck.." art mutters pulling out and smoothing your dress back down.
"go on. see your friends, knowing you're dripping with my cum", he grins cockily, giving your ass a playful slap. you push off the counter to walk outside, but your legs immediately give out.
"oops." art shrugs, with the most unapologetic smirk known to man.
