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day 20: lazy sex <3

you're dragging your feet across the floor, hauling your backpack on your shoulders. after your last final before break, your mind is absolutely empty, only looking forward to collapsing in bed. you rustle your keys out of your pocket, unlocking your door and practically falling into your room. what you don't notice, is that art is sitting at your desk, patiently waiting for you to get home, and his face lights up when he sees you, and then gets concerned when you immediately fall into your bed. "are you alright babe?" art asks you, coming to lean against the side of your bed. you groan, turning your head to the side on your pillow so that you can talk to him. "that bad, huh?" art smooths his hand over your head, sliding into bed next to you. you nod, snuggling closer to him. "just relax yeah? let me take care of you.. please?" art knows you'd do the same for him, and he wants to prove that he's good for you, always.

you nod, tucking your head into his neck and letting him strip off your pants, kicking them to the end of the bed. art runs his large hands up and down your legs. you wrap your arms around his back, pulling his (your) sweatshirt up off of his back. art shivers when you trail your nails down his lean back, distracting himself by pulling off your loose t-shirt. you're extra thankful that you didn't wear a bra today, partly because of your long day of exams, and also because you know art hates taking them off. art cups your breasts with his palms, pressing small kisses on the soft skin. arts lips return to your face, "turn around for me, please" he says softly and you oblige.

you turn around on the bed, letting art spoon you a little bit as he strips himself of his pants and briefs. you feel the warm, wet sensation of his dick brushing up against your back and you can't help but arch into the feeling. art smiles, gently lifting your leg up to place over his hip, giving himself easier entry into you. arts hands are wrapped tight around your stomach, fingers rubbing circles and patterns into your flushed skin. "ill go slow.. i promise" art nuzzles into your neck, lifting up his hips to push himself into you. you whine softly at the stretch and art coos at you, whispering apologies. art thrusts into you slowly, slower than he normally would, but he knows you want it soft today, so he adheres to your wishes, as always.

art is hardly even thrusting into you at this point, if someone walked in they would probably think the two of you are just embracing. you love the comforting warmth of art, his chest against your back and his balls pressed flush against you. art makes small humping movements with his hips, hitting deep inside you over and over again, the feeling almost more intense than regular sex. art can tell you're tired, and he wants to make you feel good as soon as possible, so he snakes his hand around your body and rubs small hurried circles around your clit. you moan his name softly, clutching his bicep with your hand.

you cum quickly thanks to arts ministrations, clenching faster and faster around him until the pressure on your clit is too much and you can't hold back any longer. art lets you take what you need from him, happily watching you move your hips on him to elongate your orgasm. once you come to your senses, you tap art on the arm to let him know he can pull out, and you realize he hasn't cum. "w-wait you didn't cum? i feel bad art.. i could give you a blow job or something.." you offer to art, turning back around to face him. art shakes his head, pulling a blanket over you and tucking you in. "no, no it's okay really.. i just wanted you to relax.. to feel better" he says. you smile and feel warmth cover your cheeks, hiding your face in arts neck.

god, he really is the best boyfriend you could ask for <3

day 18: punishment <3

authors note: this is totally late im so sorry.. also i am skipping day 19, partially because im extremely tired and also because i don't know how to incorporate food into sex <3

art knew what he was doing was wrong, he just didn't care. he was past the point of caring.

you've been away for weeks (2 to be exact) and art hasn't jerked off at all since you've left. sure.. he's brushed up against his pillow while he's going to sleep one too many times, and sure hes "accidentally" stroked himself a little too much in the shower.. but he's been good!! he's been your good boy and followed your orders. until now.

you texted art that your flight was running late, grounded for about 2 hours because of the winter storm currently running its course outside the airport.

"sorry artie, flight is delayed cuz of weather, don't wait up for me baby, might not even be home tonight"

"okay :( i miss you soooo much, text me when u land pls"

"alright angel, will do :) love u <3"

"love u too <3"

art sighs and flops on the unbearably empty bed, flinging his phone a little farther than he meant to and wincing. he looks down at his cock slowly filling out in his jeans and groans. what is he supposed to do without you here? as thoughts of you start to cloud his mind, art can't stop thinking that if he just jerked off really quick and got rid of all the evidence, you wouldn't know it, and you'd come back none the wiser and he wouldn't get punished. great plan right? wrong.

after furiously jerking off until he cums himself silly, art finds himself totally unable to clean up after himself, cum stating to dry on his blanket and stomach, as well as tissues strewn about the bed. art sighs and tries to fight the sleepiness that clouds his mind and makes his eyelids droop more and more. he thinks to himself that he'll clean himself up before you get back, and drifts off to sleep with a smile on his face.

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you arrive at your apartment door hauling your heavy suitcase and back pack behind you, trying your best not to jingle your keys too much and wake up art. you carefully unlock the door and push your bags inside, slipping off your shoes and walking into the house tiredly, wanting nothing more to sleep for 20 hours. you're stopped however, when you round the corner and see art splayed out on your bed, absolutely naked, cuddling your pillow with a cum stained blanket bedside him. you sigh, leaning down to pick up the scattered tissues and throw them away. when you're done with that, you gently sit next to art, trying to pull away the dirty blanket from him and replace it with a new one.

art senses the movement and awakens, first being elated to see your face, and then shocked at the fact that he was caught red-handed. "h-hi.." art looks away from you and blushes. "hey artie.. you gonna tell me what happened?" you coo at him softly, tricking his brain into thinking he won't get punished. "w-well i jus' missed you so much and then when you said you weren't gonna be home for a while i just couldn't handle it anymore.. b-but i swear i didn't do anything while you were away!! except for that.." art rambles, trying to plead his case in front of you. you smile and nod, reaching out to cup his face. art sighs, he's safe. "... but you remember what the rule was, right?"

arts eyes snap open from their blissful state. "w-what?" art is starting to lose his composure, guilt washing through him. "the rule? remember.. before i left i told you that you weren't allowed to masturbate at all while i was gone. and you broke the rule artie.." you say with a pout on your face. "l-listen 'm sorry, 'm really sorry.. you understand right? i- just couldn't take it anymore.." you shake your head, "you know that i have to punish you right? it's what i told you would happen if you broke the rules.." art nods sadly, trying to charm you with his puppy-dog eyes but you're stronger than that, not falling for his tricks.

art tries his best to hide his obvious arousal from you, but you see how hard he is through the blanket he's covering himself with. you inch closer to him, gently pulling the blanket off of him, watching as his cock slaps against his stomach. art whines and looks away from you, moaning softly when you grip him in your hand. even though he's already practically empty from cumming earlier. you stroke him up and down gently, smiling happily when he bucks his hips up to meet your touch, feeling like he's halfway to heaven after not feeling your touch on him the whole time you've been away.

arts head is in the clouds, watching as you stroke him faster and faster, your hand getting slick from all of the precum drooling out of him. you know he's getting close, his hips move faster, almost fucking your hand, as his moans turn almost girlish. "'m gettin' close.. it feels s' good.. thankyouthankyouthankyou..." art doesn't get a chance to finish his sentence before you rip your hand off of him, leaving art to pathetically hump the air to try to finish himself off, but it's no use, his orgasm is completely ruined. art has tears brimming in his eyes, "w-why did you do that.. i- i was s' close.." his lower lip wobbles. you tilt your head to the side, hand smoothing over his milky thigh. "what do you mean artie? i told you that you'd be punished, did you forget so easy?" art frowns, shaking his head. "i- i didn't forget i just.. it's unfair" he pouts. you smile and bring art closer to you, cuddling him against your sternum.

"i know.. and im sorry.. you know i hate when you're sad, but you have to learn your lesson yeah?" you press a kiss to his forehead. art nods, cuddling up to you. "yeah.. 'm sorry really, it's just cuz i missed you so much" art says quietly, blushing a little bit. "i missed you too artie, don't worry, ill make it up to you soon" <3

day 17: fingering <3

authors note: sorry only headcanons today.. i got the flu and COVID vaccine and i am now sicker than ive ever been :)

with most things related to sex, you have to teach art how to finger you.. it's not like hes never watched porn, hes seen guys do it before and heard patrick brag about how many fingers his latest hook up took inside her, but he doesn't exactly get how it works, or how it feels good for you <3

you really have to start with the basics, and art isn't mad about the fact that you show him how you finger yourself, leading to a heavy makeout session that distracts the both of you <3

hes embarrassed, but he lets you guide his fingers inside of you the first time, having to hide the fact that hes immediately harder than hes ever been after feeling how warm and soft you are on the inside <3

he starts off with just one, letting you show him how to curl his finger to hit the spongey spot inside of you. art is thoroughly excited to have slight dominance over you, even though he knows you are still in charge, like always <3

art stays attentive to your facial expressions, learning what you like by the way your eyebrows furrow and your cheeks flush, he also holds your hand, letting you squeeze it as you clench around his fingers <3

"y-youre s' warm inside.."

"is- does it feel good for you?"

"i-is that the spot?"

"do you want me to go faster?"

"y-youre clenching so tight i can't.. i can't move.."

"add another one..? o-okay but promise you'll tell me if it hurts.."

"are you gonna cum? p-please i really wan' you to.."

day 16: 69 <3

"i feel bad"

you look up from your spot on the floor, unceremoniously removing arts dick from your mouth. "what?" you're confused, this situation far removed from how art usually is during blowjobs, all drooly and blabbery. "i- it's unfair isn't it?" art is obviously still stuck in the clouds, but he's trying his best to make you understand. "what's unfair?" when art is in this headspace, it's best to ask simple questions. "well.. you're making me feel really good.." you nod and encourage him to keep speaking, "but im not making you feel good right now.. isn't that unfair?"

you smile, comforted by the fact that art is so predictable in his kindness. "maybe by your standards it is.. but you know that making you feel good makes me feel good art" he pouts at your response, not really believing you. "really..? i just wish there was a way i could make you feel good at the same time.." art sighs. you would think he's being sarcastic if you didn't know that art genuinely doesn't know a lot about sex. "there is actually.. if you wanted to try it?" art blushes, nodding his head. he's always happy to learn from you about anything, but especially about sex.

you smile, and crawl up onto the bed with him. "okay.. it might seem a little awkward at first but you should trust me, it'll feel good alright?" art nods along with your words, letting you brush his hair out his eyes. "okay, just lay down.. put your head on the pillow.." he follows your orders, his dick slapping his stomach as he moves. "alright, so it's just gonna feel like im sitting on your face.." art grins at that "but im gonna be facing your dick.. and then, you know, you'll be able to eat me out at the same time that ill be able to suck you off" you say lightly, knowing that you may be a little nervous, but you want to be confident for art.

he nods, looking up at you with blue doe eyes that make you melt every time. you move across the sheets and turn your body away from him to hover your pussy over his face, leaning forward to lick a stripe up his dick. art shivers and moans, his hands coming up to grasp at your ass, spreading the soft skin open for him. you almost choke against him at the feeling, unable to stop yourself from basically riding arts face. art doesn't mind though, from his satisfied moans and hums into you it sounds like he would like nothing more but to drown in the holy water between your thighs.

arts legs quickly come to rest next to your face, his lean thighs forcing you to stay on his dick. you try your best to not gag around art, but the way his dick curves upwards in your throat makes it hard. not like arts complaining though, being a little sadistic in the way he moans a louder when your throat tries to force him out. you can practically feel his heart beat in his dick, and you're sure if you took it out of your mouth now it would be a ruddy purple. art is humming into your pussy, his tongue finding your clit over and over again, matching the strokes you're making on his dick. you move your arm out from between your bodies to reach around his leg, fingers sloppily rubbing and toying with his balls.

arts body bends into your touch, as he sobs into your pussy, using the last of his energy to shake his head back and forth against you. you moan around his dick and art whines high and loud, his hips starting to cant into your mouth. ropes and ropes of sticky, salty cum shoot into your mouth, spilling out as you pull your lips off of him. art happily lets you ride his face until you cum, his dick still twitching when you moan his name and babble about how good he's being. art finishes you off with a hum, sending vibrations into you and making you clench, your orgasm sending shivers all through your body. you eventually remember that art needs to breathe, swinging your body around to sit beside him.

"are you okay? im sorry i kind of got carried away.." you ask art, who's happily blissed out looking at you. "yeah.. im- that was great.. amazing even" he replies, making you giggle. "yeah? so you'd wanna do it again sometime?" you reach down and push his sweaty golden hair away from his face. arts eyes immediately light up "yes.. yes please i really do.." <3

day 15: begging <3 (aka what i think art says during sex)

"you smell so good. how do you always smell so good"

"just use me.. please just use me i only wanna make y' feel good.."

"i’m sorry.. i’m sorry, it’s just- fuck.. god, you’re so tight-"

"so good.. so good.. i love your pussy, fuck - thank you - thank you"

"fuck it feels s' good.. hold my hand, please"

“ah..ah..ah feels so good, oh god. ‘m not gonna— fuck, not gonna last long.”

"i need it, i need it s' bad.. please lemme have it.."

"can I cum.. please, fuck, i need it, need it.. you.. fuck, please?"

“can i please? oh god, please, i need to come, i wanna come for you.."

“is this good? am i doing good?”

“i love you, i love you, i adore you, i need you.. don’t leave me”

"'m sorry, im cumming inside you, im cumming, im so sorry.." <3