cw: art donaldson x gn!reader, suggestive content, fluff overall.
you first saw him at tennis practice at stanford, snapback on his head and a playful smile adorning his concentrated face.
strawberry blond hair dripping with sweat, staining the red college shirt.
he looked like a professional, tennis and him conjoined as one.
"who is that?" you asked your friend, suppressing a giggle. your eyes followed his racket hitting the ball with impressive strength.
"art donaldson. you don't know him? fire and ice and all that." she said as if it was obvious. you sighed, still watching his strong legs running towards the tennis ball.
you weren't that much into sports to know anyone besides the rising star tashi duncan, but after that night you couldn't help but read every article and book related to tennis.
"hey! is anyone sitting here?" your face was all red, ears burning and fingers aggressively tapping the lunch tray in your hands.
"no, she just left." art donaldson smiled kindly at you, eyes crinkling.
he looked beautiful, skin and hair shining under the sun coming from the big windows. you felt awkward, taking the seat across from him. but the cafeteria was so full and that seemed like the perfect opportunity.
"so... i heard you play tennis."
and art was so simple to talk to. he was enthusiastic to talk about any topic, putting much thought into every answer to your questions and even more effort into getting to know you. it was impossible not to become instantly friends with art when he was so likable.
you started to sit closer to him and tashi duncan at lunch and breakfast, and you came often to watch his tennis practice. you went to tashi's games with him, walked around campus with your bag on his shoulders, you drank from the same gatorade bottle after the gym.
it was too easy to create intimacy with art when he was so thoughtful to you.
you never explicitly admitted your attraction to him, and he never seemed embarrassed about the way his eyes would linger on your lips, on your chest.
how his fingers caressed your arm when you were distracted or the long kisses on your cheek when it was time to say goodbye. you two never talked about any of this, but it wasn't necessary.
"wanna come over later? my room?" you asked all in one breath, nervously scanning art's expression.
he was caught off guard, swallowing and nodding quickly. "you got snacks?"
"what do you think?" you two smiled.
and he knew just how to kiss you right from the first time.
you were sitting in your bed, one of his hands squeezing your thighs and the other lost in your hair, pulling you against him. you tasted his hunger on your tongue, lips bruising you with his passion.
your hands clinged to his shirt, trying to bring him closer and closer. his arms were strong, never letting you go.
he was reluctant to be away from you even to breathe, lips red and pouty and glossed over eyes. art almost whined, gripping your waist to put your body against his again.
"want you." he whispered against your ear, kissing your neck.
from that moment, art was devoted to you.
there wasn't anything you could ask that art wouldn't move mountains to give to you.
his first gift was a promise ring, a beautiful stone on your ring finger meaning you were only his. his lover, his priority.
he asked you to come to every game of his wearing his clothes, sweaty kisses all over your face when he wins.
art kissed every part of you, love burning in his eyes so intense it left you breathless.
"you looked so cute cheering for me." his smile was wide and happy, hugging your waist from behind as you picked a book from the shelf at the library.
"i could say i'm a fan." his energy was infectious, making a laugh bubble in your chest.
he patted your head, looking around before stealing a kiss and mumbling against your mouth "my number one fan."
and you were. you made signs with his name and took pictures of him on every game with your camera. only his best angles, smiling when he posed and sent hearts at you.
he was just as supportive of your studies, picking up different books and buying different colored pencils, writing his name on the pages of your notebooks just to annoy you.
would make you tea and buy you sweet treats after you were finished, kissing your temples and forehead if you complained about headaches.
he rested his head on your chest and lap a lot, looking up at you so you could get the hint and pet him.
art wanted to spend every second of his free time with you, so he was extremely satisfied when you asked him to teach you how to play tennis.
he went easy on you, extremely careful with his explanations so you wouldn't hurt yourself. art would stand behind you and place his hands on your fingers so he could correct the way you were holding the racket, strong chest glued to your back.
"you are already better than me." he was being kind. art smiled, he enjoyed praising the people he loved.
"you look so pretty with your hair like this."
"you smell so good, i can recognize you anywhere"
"you are so smart, i'd never have thought of this."
"wanna kiss you until you're sore and tired from my love." he said to you one night, voice calm and muffled as he had his head burried on your chest.
"m' not gonna get tired, art."
"you promise?" art looked up at you, eyes shining with emotion and face flushed.
you placed a hand on his cheek, the stone on your promise ring reflecting the moonlight. he leaned into your touch, kissing your palm with eyes closed.
"yeah, i promise."
a/n: not often into blondes but a hot man is a hot man #teamart
