a/n: guys i think i might be having a sort of writer’s block… or i simply need some new plot lines to be able to write more. so please if you have any suggestions don’t be shy to ask. i’m looking forward to what you have to say! xx 🩷
summary: in which Art likes to be babied but sometimes he loses his patience
warnings: smut, subart x domfemreader (they switch!)
Art was not the person he let on being in front of everyone. You came to learn that after dating him for the past year. All that confidence and smugness he brought to the tennis court disappeared the second you gave him a single ounce of attention.
He was needy, pitiful, pathetic even. He craved and begged for your attention until you’d give in to his pleadings. It’s no surprise that you enjoyed his submissive side,especially when he seemed to dominate every match he’d play. It turned you on to say the least, to know how he’d crumble so easily in front of you. Wether you were in the private of your dorms or in the busy public he’d be like a puppy tied to your wrist, not letting go of you any chance he could get.
It was unexpected to you. Especially because of how he had swept you off your feet so easily when you first met him. You admired him as a tennis player and you thought he was extremely attractive and charming. When he took you out on your first dates he’d be the perfect gentleman, he picked you up, gave you flowers and held every door open for you. Of course he still does that, but he shines in a different light now.
It wasn’t until you had sex for the first time that you found out about his real nature. He swears he tried to take the matter into his hands to not freak you out, but he simply couldn’t fake it. Art was very vocal during sex, and you loved it. He’d ask you to praise him and that would lead to the most perfect sounds you’d ever heard. After that first time you got closer and closer, trusting each other in a newfound way.
You started to take control, it was something you had never done before but it was growing on you. Until eventually it got just perfect for the both of you.
Tonight after Art’s match he took you on probably the most expensive restaurant you two ever went to for a date. He wanted to celebrate his win but also spoil you since you’d been bratty since the game had ended. Why were you being so bratty? Well you knew Art was popular, even more so right now that his tennis career was peaking in Stanford. Problem is that what came from popularity were mostly girls, salivating behind every single one of your boyfriend’s matches.
Art was way too blinded by his wins and successes to notice, and tonight was one of those times in which you think they took it too far. So yeah you were sulking, and for the right reasons. You were the only one that knew him, really knew him, those girls could only watch him from afar. But you? You had him, it was about time you reminded him.
The drive back to his dorm was silent. His hand soothingly tracing circles on your knee while he drove, a soft jazz song playing on the radio. That’s the thing about Art, he had to have his hands all over you every single moment.
“You’re very quiet tonight…Should I worry?” he asks, his gaze flicking to you and then back to the road. You let out a small chuckle and tilt your head to get a better look at him. His perfect side profile on display, with his sharp jaw and pointed nose, his curls framing his face.
“Yeah, probably” you shrug and look out the window, you feel his hand squeeze your thigh now, maybe in anticipation.
When you reach his dorm room he wastes no time, kissing you while he backs you against the door, desperate for the taste of you.
You pull away, his lips mid pout as he stares down at you with glossy eyes “You did great on the court” you praise him, your finger tracing the shape of his jaw “And everyone saw that” his eyelids flutter, his tongue pokes out to lick his lips “Thanks baby” Art’s voice is almost a whine as the grip on your hips gets tighter, he kisses a spot under your ear and goosebumps spread on your skin. His growing erection already pokes your thigh.
You shouldn’t let him get into your head. You shrug it off “I think you got a lot of attention from the wrong people” you tilt your head and he looks at you oblivious as to what you’re implying. You see it in the way his eyebrows furrow “What—“
You pull down the waistband of his training joggers and that shuts him up. Art can’t wait for you to get your hands on him, but he has a hint that’s not going to be so easy.
“Sit” you say backing him away towards his bed. It’s ridiculous really, he has the ability to hold you up with one hand, he towers over you, shadowing your frame. That is exactly the point. In the end, Art just wants to be babied, and you know perfectly well how to.
He sits down his own bed, his muscles are sore from the match but he can’t help but to feel thrilled. You kneel between his legs, shoving down his joggers and boxers in one swift motion. Art’s cock hits his stomach, the cold air of his dorm against it makes him whimper. He holds himself up with his elbows, attentively watching you.
You watch his hardness stain his black t-shirt with his already leaking tip, red and swollen. It throbs to your staring “Baby— Please” he whines when he sees you do nothing about it. His hand almost reaches to stroke himself but you slap it away.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?” you ask, he throws his head back letting out a big breath “Please I— I did well I won!” he squirms under your weak hold, you know he could easily escape it, he simply doesn’t want to “I know baby” you nod and give him a a smile, he did win after all, he deserved some recognition “But you really should learn how to treat your fans now that you’re getting more…famous” your hand grips his shaft, giving it a squeeze.
Art hisses, his hips try to thrust up into your hands, he’s especially needy tonight. You take your hand away and he whines at the loss of contact “Fans? I- Fuck I don’t have fans” his voice is almost broken from the flooding pain of his erection.
“Oh but you do. And unfortunately for me they’re all girls” your hand takes a hold of his cock once again and this time you let yourself give him two slow strokes. The friction is unbearable to Art who has turned into a stuttering mess filled with cries.
“I-Baby I love you please” he pleads, his glossy blue eyes slightly open to look at you while you spit on his red tip. Art shudders at the contact of your hot saliva on him, his hips thrusting up automatically “Don’t move Artie or this is not gonna go how you’d want it to” you threaten to take your hand off of him “No,no,no I’m sorry sweetheart”
You smile proudly at him and you let your hand stroke him faster, occasionally brushing the leaking tip. Art’s breath gets heavier, heat is propagating through his whole body. The moans coming out from his lips are music to your ears, you almost forget you were mad at him.
“You’re being so good for me Artie” you whisper, he tries,really tries to keep his eyes open and give you a smile but his mind is too foggy and fucked up to function properly right now.
Your tongue wraps on his tip and he can’t help but to let out a strangled cry. He grips on the sheets to not let himself thrust up into your mouth, he knows you wouldn’t like that.
Your hands and tongue move in unison making his vision blurry, just when you start tasting more pre-cum and hear his breath become ragged, you pull away. Art whines in protest, his cheeks red and warm “Don’t look at me like that” you say standing up.
“You’ll like this more” you say as you start undressing. Your skirt and buttoned down are thrown away somewhere on the floor. He stares at you, waiting for instructions. You lay down on his bed, your shoulders hitting the head board as you slide your panties down your legs. He watches you in awe, your glistened folds shine in the dark of his room.
“Can I?” he asks utterly impatient “Just the tip” his eyes widen and his mouth falls agape. He knows better than to complain so he simply nods and takes his shirt off. He settles between your legs and gathers your wetness with his cock head, spreading it through your folds. You watch him as he does so, his hips twitch in need.
“Shit baby you’re so—“ he’s at a loss of words the minute the tip of his shaft enters your hole, the need to push further is too strong and your cunt almost swallows him whole. Soft moans slip from your lips as you look at him try to contain himself, sweat is pearling his forehead as he thrust in and out of you.
“You’re squeezing me so tight I can’t-“ Art throws his head back and stops for a moment, taking a big breath to steady himself. You reach for his arm, stroking it lightly “You’re doing so good for me baby, just what I wanted” your reassuring voice only keeps pushing his release further. He shakes his head and presses the head into you once again.
He knows he’s not gonna last long if you keep this out. The way your pussy engulfs the tip of his sensitive cock is too much for him to handle,and the sounds coming out of your cherry red lips are running straight to his core. You on the other hand are enjoying how well he is behaving, how self controlled he is. You’re not going to lie, you’d rather him pounding deeper into you, but it wouldn’t be a punishment now wouldn’t it be?
His fingers dig into the flash of your thigh, cries are coming out from his parted lips. His hips pick up a faster peace, his cock slips in more at every one. You don’t notice, too lost in your own pleasure pooling in your belly until you feel him hitting the spot that makes you scream.
“Art fuck! I said— Oh my god” you’re roughly interrupted by Art’s deep and fast thrusts, he’s grabbing your hips now, fully moving them to meet his “Baby I’m sorry I need to feel you deeper” he whines, you grab him by his neck to join your lips. The kiss is messy, teeth clashing and spit sliding down your chins “Fuck you’re— so gorgeous”
You moan into his mouth, your insides squeezing his dick tighter at each new thrust “I’m letting you just because you won” your words are slurred and interrupted by moans but he understands. He smiles down at you gratefully and kisses you again, his thrusts becoming frantic.
His bed moves under both of your weights, the bed frame hits the wall at every move of his hips. His neighbors probably hate him.
The squelching sounds of your wetness fill the room and he groans into your mouth “I’m so close baby…Can i?” he begs, his voice whiny,needy and at the edge of rupture. You nod, too lost on your own research of relief.
Art comes fucking you through it, his seed painting your walls white while he squeezes your hips hard with his large and calloused hands. You gasp at the sensation, you can never get used to it. You clench around his sensitive cock before reaching your climax as well with a big cry, your hand squeezing his shoulder “There you go baby” he kisses every inch of your face as you come down from your high.
He nuzzles his head on the crook of your neck, his dick still buried to the hilt. Both of your mixed arousals start to drip down your thigh by the time you catch your breath back “You did so good baby” you kiss the top of his head “On the court and on the bed” Art laughs in response, his bubbly contagious laugh fills the room.
“I am very lucky” he smiles up to you, your heart swells at his words “I love you” you whisper to his lips before he catches them in a hungry kiss.
He got really lucky tonight.
