Please Please Please I Need Someone To Write Some Fluff For Art Donaldson X Reader, If I Read Another

please please please I need someone to write some fluff for Art Donaldson x reader, if I read another smut I'll have to jump in a pool of holy water-

「seashells and hotel rooms」 Art Donaldson x F!reader 🐚

Hi! this is another part of a serie I'm planning to write but can be read as a stand-alone, enjoy!

you can read the other parts here!

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“she's on a whole other level,” Patrick told him before Tashi entered the field.

"You mean her game?"

"No! I mean she is the hottest woman I've ever seen"

And Art couldn't help but agree because, even though her and Patrick's tastes in girls were completely different, there was no denying that Tashi was a beautiful girl.

But what struck him most about Tashi was you, her best friend.

The blond had seen you at the same match in which he had seen Tashi play for the first time: you were sitting in the front row next to the tennis player's parents and not only were you the first to stand up after the last point to scream with joy in Tashi's favor, but you were also the only person Tashi looked in the eye after the best points and the first thing Art thought of you was that for the tennis player you must have been a really special person.

'A special and incredibly pretty person' he had thought when you turned towards him at the end of the game to wrap Tashi's parents in a hug and it was enough for him to see your face to completely forget the compliments he had given to your best friend before.

So that same evening he didn't have to be dragged with force by Patrick to the Adidas party when he proposed again to go so that he could meet the winner of the tournament, even if he pretended to be annoyed by the idea.

And now he finds himself dejectedly drinking a beer a few meters away from you, while you are dancing with Tashi on the dance floor, probably without having the slightest idea who he is and this realization makes him sigh, attracting the attention of his friend nearby to him.

"you should go talk to her" patrick tells him nudging him after noticing Art's eyes on you and Art looks at him like he just said one of the most ridiculous things he's ever heard.

"I can't go there and talk to her while she's dancing, I have to wait for the right moment" he replies and his eyes don't leave your body.

The right moment comes a few minutes later when you whisper something in your friend's ear and she takes your hand to lead you to the table where you left your drinks.

"now" and shoves the raven-haired guy next to him to make him move.

"hey, I'm Patrick Zweig"

"Art Donaldson"

Tashi sits down and lets you do the talking "we know who you guys are, you're fire and ice" you sit next to your friend with the drink in your hand.

“oh my god” Art mutters under his breath but you seem to hear it anyway, as you hide a giggle behind the glass of your drink and the blonde feels his ears getting hot.

"who's who?" Tashi takes a sip from her drink and points to the two boys.

"what do you think?" Patrick smirks but your friend just looks at him without responding.

"damn you were incredible today it didn't even feel like tennis, it felt like a completely different game" Art turns to the tennis player but his eyes don't leave your figure for more than half a second and although you don't seem to notice, too busy looking proudly at the your best friend, Tashi does it and smiles in amusement.

"thank you very much".

"Do you play tennis too? I don't think I've ever seen you" Patrick turns to you.

"no I'm just a model, but Tashi taught me the basics so she can beat me there too" you joke and Tashi shoves you lightly.

"don't trust her, she's very good actually" Art smiles.

“You go to Stanford, right?” Tashi continues addressing Art.

"yeah, how do you know?"

"I just accepted the offer and they nominated you, next year we'll both be there" Patrick could swear he saw his friend's eyes light up.

"Are you coming to Standford too?" Art asks to make sure he heard correctly.

“that's right” you nod and smile and from that point on neither of you are listening to the conversation Tashi and Patrick are having, your eyes don't leave his and just as Art is about to ask you something else he is interrupted by a voice.

"girls I have to steal you for a second, you have to take photos with the sponsors".

“we'll be right there” you both stand up and Tashi takes your hand.

"we have to go... but it was nice meeting you"

"yes" both you and Art say and Tashi turns to look at you strangely but you don't even notice her and continue to smile at Art like 'an imbecile', in her opinion.

"...ok" she laughs in dismay and drags you away with her.

“You should at least try not to look like a total loser.”

"Shut up, Patrick."

They stay silent for a few minutes.

“…so when do we go back to them to continue talking?”

"we can't approach them again, we'd look like two losers"

"So what do we do?"

"we wait for the shuttle to the hotel" but as he says this he is sitting on the chair next to him.

"Ok... shall we go?" Art also sits on the couch.

"yeah yeah we're going" and they don't leave.

The two boys stay and watch you until they lose your figures in the crowd and Art is forced to look around for the first time since he arrived at the party and only now does he realize that, hanging on the columns along side the photos of Tashi, there are also some shots of you, dressed completely in Adidas.

'you must be a model for this brand too' and he thinks your photos are a pretty satisfying way to fill the gap you left at the moment.

"Hey!" Patrick shouts, Art looks in the direction where his friend shouted and sees Tashi turning towards them, but you're not there and the enthusiasm he had had for a second disappears.

"you two have a final tomorrow, shouldn't you be...getting ready or something?"

"We already know how it will go" Patrick says, and Art doesn't bother to answer.

“where is Y/N?” he asks instead and Tashi smiles.

"she left an half an hour ago, she wasn't feeling very well".

"do you smoke?"

"no... you?"

"yes, do you want to go to the beach?"

Art doesn't listen to anything from that point on, he just follows them listlessly to the beach and even there he isn't very interested in the conversation, his thoughts are interrupted only when Tashi turns to him.

"I should go or my dad will come looking for me, Art don't act like a kicked puppy, you'll see her again in Stanford" Art smiles at her embarrassed and sinks into the deckchair, was it really that obvious?

"come and visit us in our room" Patrick interjects again.

"you want me to tuck you in?"

"no, let's keep talking... about tennis" Tashi smiles and shakes his head.

"good night guys"

Art nods at her and for a while he and Patrick remain on the beach in silence.

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If Art was surprised when Tashi showed up in front of their bedroom, he was even more surprised when his friend kicked him out of the room as soon as Tashi gave him the slightest sign that she reciprocated his intentions.

And it was for this reason that now Art stood in front of the closed door of his bedroom wearing only his unbuttoned pink shirt and a pair of boxers, his face stunned and his hands at his sides as a sign of surrender.

"I owe you one man" he had said before closing the door in his face.

'you owe me a lot' Art thinks and in dismay he turns to leave the hotel and walk towards the beach in front of the hotel.

He thought he would take a walk on the beach alone until he was sure the two were done (Patrick had kicked him out so quickly he hadn't even given him time to take his phone with him) but what he finds on the beach makes him want to go back to the room just to bow before the raven's feet and kiss them, thanking him for being the horniest man on the face of the earth.

Because a few meters away from him, with feet immersed in the water and holding a handful of shells, he sees you.

He stands in shock for a second as you unknowingly crouch down to pick up another shell from the water.

“hey” you gasp and turn your head quickly when you hear a voice behind you.

"Art! what could be the chances of us meeting like this" you quickly relax as soon as you notice the blond and laugh.

"very few, but I'm glad they weren't zero" you blush and Art leaves his slippers next to yours before walking closer to you still in the water but remaining on the shoreline.

"are you feeling better?" he asks but you're too busy collecting more shells to understand what he's talking about.

"mh?" you get up and put the shell along with the others in your left hand, Art notices that you've taken so many that you can't close your hand anymore and wonders how long you've been here collecting them.

"here... give them to me" he extends his hand towards you and you thank him with a smile before passing them to him "Tashi told me that you left the party early 'cause you weren't feeling well" he then explains.

"oh that! yes... I wasn't really feeling bad, let's say I was just a little tired of socializing, I like parties but up to a certain point" you start walking and Art laughs before following you closely.

"you did the right thing, if Patrick hadn't been so determined to stay and flirt with Tashi, I would have gladly left earlier too" he puts the shells in his shirt pocket on his chest and then bends down as soon as he sees one on the sand that you would like.

"Oh really?" you ask him amused but Art doesn't notice your joking tone and bends down to rinse it in the water before getting up again, he hums in response.

“So it was just my imagination that made me feel your eyes on me all evening?” you move closer to him until you're only a few inches away and Art just stands there in embarrassment at having been caught.

Your lips are so close to his that Art feels the need to lean in to kiss them, but just when they're about to touch you pull away with a smile and Art wants to throw his head in the water and stay there until he drowns from embarrassment.

"So... I take it from what you're wearing or rather, what you're not wearing," Art looks down and smiles embarrassed, "that Tashi and your friend's evening is going very well," you look him up and down.

"so good that Patrick kicked me out of the room before I could get dressed decently."

"at least you have an excuse for being dressed like that, I went out dressed like this 'cause I thought I wouldn't meet anyone" you laugh and Art looks down to see how you're dressed: your nightgown is white and short, face free of make-up, your hair are loose on your shoulders and Art's heart swells in his chest at seeing you so comfortable compared to how elegant you were dressed earlier at the party, he definitely likes this version of you more.

"How was your evening going before Patrick kicked you out?" you ask him to change the subject.

"everything was going well, until Patrick thought of telling our most embarrassing story to Tashi to impress her" your eyes light up with curiosity and Art already hears what you are about to ask him, he stops walking and you stop in front of him, "no. You'd lose any interest you might have for me if I told you."

"oh come on! Tashi will tell me about it anyway as soon as we see each other, you might as well be the one to do it" Art looks at you for a second and has half a mind to lie to you and tell you a story that might be less embarrassing, but nothing comes to mind and he sighs, at least hopes it will make you laugh.

"Ok then... when we were 12 Patrick taught me... he explained to me how to jerk off" your eyes widen in surprise, you expected anything but this.

"Wait, what?"

"... when we were little we shared a room at the academy, he was very precocious and I was in normal times ok?" you give a 'mhmh' of agreement to let him know that you're still listening him and take another shell from the water "and one time, he thought I was asleep, and he was... jerking off, at some point I asked him what he was doing and he told me, then he asked me if I had ever done it and I told him no and so... he showed me... how to do it" he looks down to see if on your face there are some signs of disgust but he only sees a dismayed expression.

“what do you mean he showed you” you ask and an amused smile appears on your face.

"no, no he did it on his bed and I did it on mine, we did it together but on opposite sides of the room" he parts his arms to make the point.

"...you mean... in silence?"

"no no we talked about Kat, Patrick said it was better to think about a person while you do it and so I asked him who he was thinking about and he told me 'Kat Zimmermann', one of our tennis partners, and so... I thought about her too..."

You laugh so hard that you throw your head back and for a moment you seem to lose your balance.

"and then what happened?" you ask again through laughter.

“well I was a little surprised by that, I just stood there all covered up” you laugh even harder and Art can’t stop talking.

"I looked like a child who spilled milk on himself, Patrick was an expert by that time and kept a sock near the bed, but he forgot to tell me that detail and so... yes..." from laughter you lose your balance and from your crounched down position you fall with your butt in the water and Art is quick to bend down next to you to pick you up, but your body is shaking with laughter and the job is difficult for him.

“oh my god Y/N are you okay?” he does everything he can to look worried but the amused smile on his lips makes it seem less than credible, your arm wraps around his bicep for support but it still doesn't look like you want to pull yourself up and so Art patiently waits for you to stop laughing.

“That's the most adorable story I've ever heard” you say and Art looks at your smiling face, it was definitely worth it to tell you this story.

Finally you calm down and your eyes meet again like just before, your faces are close again and Art moves slightly closer until your foreheads are touching, his eyes are half-closed and looking for yours.

"If I try to kiss you, will you push me away again or-" his voice is cut off by your lips on him and for a moment he's surprised by the gesture, but he wastes no time putting one hand on your jaw and the other on your side to reciprocate the kiss.

He's so caught up in it that he doesn't remember the unstable position he's in, and when you push forward slightly to intensify the kiss, he's not ready to hold himself and falls back too: the hand on your hip clings to your nightgown and suddenly tugs you towards him, you yelp as the blond makes you kneel between his legs, your hands move to cup his face and your thumbs gently caress his cheekbones.

Art tilts his head to the side and his tongue parts your lips, he moans when your tongues meet and his breathing quickens until it's labored just like yours.

You move again and sit on his lap, your legs on either side of his hips and your arms encircling his neck with your hands in his blonde hair, you tug lightly at the strands of hair and he whimpers against your lips, you try to suppress a laugh but Art notices.

His teeth take your lower lip and nibble it gently and this time it's you the one who moans, when you try to bring your lips together he moves away slightly and when you try again a second, third time he moves away again.

“You’re mean,” you push his chest before placing your hands on his belly to steady yourself above him and you can finally see, as far as the moon will allow, the state he is in: his soft cheeks are adorably flushed, the eyes are barely open in a relaxed way, his lips are swollen and parted to catch trembling breaths and the chest rises and falls more and more slowly.

And the way he looks at you makes you feel like you're the only one in the world.

Art lets go of your hips and leans back on his arms to get a better look at you too and what he sees has to be the most ethereal thing he's ever seen: you on top of him, hair slightly messy and nightgown ruffled, one shoulder pad has slipped off the shoulder and Art puts it back in place before moving his hand toward your neck to bring you in again.

He's about to kiss you again but you push him back and the blonde is about to ask you why when-

"ACHOO"

Art bursts out laughing and throws his head back "that's one way to ruin the atmosphere" you laugh too and for a while you remain silent looking at each other, the ocean breeze makes you tremble but you don't feel like moving yet, even if you know you have to.

“We should get out of the water, you have the finale tomorrow and I wouldn't want you to get sick” you get off his lap and finally stand up, but he doesn't follow you.

"Are you ok?" you ask him.

"yeah... I just need a second... here... alone" it takes you a second to understand but when you see him move uncomfortably under the water you understand and burst out laughing.

"okay then, I'll wait for you outside the water"

“I'll be right there” he tells you and you gently run a hand through his hair as you get out of the water.

'ok Art. think of something unattractive, your grandmother, your grandmother's friends naked-'

When Art joins you on the beach a while later, despite his heart pounding in his chest in fear, he holds out his hand and is relieved when you take it with a smile.

"shall we go back?" he asks and, as you walk back to the hotel, you think that later you'll have to thank Tashi for being the horniest girl you know.

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Will correct eventual mistakes later, hope you enjoyed it!

Please, let me know what I can improve or if you liked it, your opinion matters a lot to me 💞

(do not copy or translate).

「bleachers and interruptions」 Art Donaldson x F!reader

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"For how long are you planning to stare at her, Donaldson?" Tashi approaches Art while he is busy looking at you in the stands, a book in your hand as you wait "for Tashi" to finish her training. 

"w-what?" he detaches his eyes from you and your friend wants to laugh at the deer-caught-in-headlights look on his face, a clean tennis shirt in his hands waiting to be worn.  

Tashi stands in front of him, the smirk on her face growing wider by the second, her hands on her hips "Donaldson, I can smell your desperation from miles away" he avoids her gaze and turns around to take off his shirt and put it in his tennis bag along his racket, but Tashi stands in front of him again "she told me about what happened at the beach" she adds and smirks, Art stops in his tracks at that 'fuck, she knows' he takes advantage of slipping on his unstained t-shirt to hide his red cheeks from your best friend. 

"Shouldn't you be worrying about you and Patrick, Tash?" his eyes look down to fix his shirt that looks so ruffled to him right now, "don't worry about me and Patrick, but I have to worry about you two idiots for obvious reasons" Art looks at her confused and waits for her to explain. 

Tashi moves her hand up to pat his shoulder, her smirk fading away and giving way to a small smile.

"She's a wonderful person you know? She deserves all the love in the world and I know you've got plenty to give... so don't keep her on the hook for too long" she takes her bag.

"What do you mean?" He frowns, keeping you on the hook? he tought you had changed your mind, considering you didn't approach him not even once after the night at the beach.

Tashi takes one glance at you, and then back to the blond in front of her.

"She's waiting for you to make a move, Art. She's really shy and not really good at these kind of things..." Tashi's gaze flickers at you again... "If she wasn't interested you think she would have come to watch you almost every training day?". 

He wants to laugh at that, 'she didn't look shy at the beach' he thinks but doesn't say it out loud "she comes here for me? I thought she's here to see you!" he exclaims.

Tashi can't stop the smile forming on her lips at his outburst, the disbelief in his voice clear as day.

"You can't be that naive, can you?" Tashi teases, her tone lighthearted now, having gone from teasing to trying to comfort him. "Sure, some days she might come here for me, but it's mostly for you, I can assure you, I'm just an added bonus" Tashi concludes and Art feels so stupid, he should've at least tried to talk to you. 

"oh..."

Tashi sees his expression change slightly, realization beginning to dawn on him, so she rests a reassuring hand on his shoulder, smiling at him knowingly "don't beat yourself up too much about it, Art. It's never too late to fix your mistake. Believe me, she's really into you... but Art, there are few people I care about more than I care about tennis, and Y/N is one of them, if you hurt her in any way-" Tashi pushes her index finger into his chest, her grin growing devious once again, "-I'll castrate you, then you definitely won't be able to charm her anymore with only your stupid blond curls, understood?" "yes m'am." he answers immediately.

Tashi laughs, finding his quick response both amusing and endearing, her hand moving to ruffle his blond hair. "That's more like it, Donaldson. Keep her safe and you won't have too worry about keeping your body intact. I'm sure you're more than capable of that"

Tashi goes to the changing rooms and Art turns around towards you again, only to see you already looking at him and he smiles widely, now that he knows you didn't change your mind about him, and that's surprising considering the story he told you, he feels like he can actually talk to you without blushing like the teenager he still is. 

You blush slightly as he looks at you, a shy smile tugging at the corner of your lips, your heart skips a beat when he flashes that winning smile of his. How he was able to be both endearing and incredibly handsome at the same time was beyond you, but the sight of his bright blue eyes and the way his blonde hair was swept to the side from the light wind was enough to make your breath hitch.

His hand goes up in greeting and you wave back, book now closed and he sign for you to stay there as he walks out of the tennis camp, his steps fast almost in a run and you laugh 'he is so cute' you think. A few minutes later he is next to you on the bleachers.

As he approaches, you can't help but look carefully at his face, a bead of sweat running down his temple form the training he just finished, you curse internally as you feel yourself growing a bit hotter when his arm flexes to let his tennis bag fall on the ground next to him.

Art sits down next to you, taking a moment to catch his breath before turning to you, a cheeky grin on his face.

"hey" 

"hi..." 

You both giggle for realizing how awkward this moment is.

Art runs his hand through his hair, trying to tame the damp strands and make himself look at least a little bit presentable. "Sorry for this" he pauses for a moment, a smirk coming to his lips, "although I think you kinda like it" you laugh 'fuck, he noticed'. 

"Oh shut up, I didn't come here for you" you lie, your cheeks slightly red in fear of being caught "oh, really? a little bird told me otherwise..." he suggests and you would really like the ground to open and swallow you, you bite your lips "I'm going to kill her" you mumble under your breath and Art laughs as he sits down next to you, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

He gazes intently at you, a slight smirk on his lips, "please don't, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her" you frown at his words and seeing your confused expression he keeps going. 

"I thought you weren't interested in me anymore, after that night" his smile is sheepish, "the next day, when you and Tashi came to watch the final between me and Patrick you didn't talk to me at all and... I don't know, I felt like I fucked up" his hand goes through his hair, a bit embarrassed to reveal his insecurities to you so soon and you want to slap yourself "Art... no you got it all wrong". 

Art blinks in confusion for a moment, his expression changing into a mixture of surprise and relief "so you weren't avoiding me?" he asks, turning his head to peer closely into your eyes, searching for any sign to confirm his words.

"No! well, yes... but it's not cause I wasn't interested in you, the total opposite actually, I'm really bad at these things I didn't know what to do or say" you admit and play around with the cover of the book still on your lap.

Art couldn't help but laugh a little bit at your confession, "If it's any consolation, I think you're doing just fine right now."

He pauses for a moment, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his blue eyes shining with warmth.

"You could've just told me then, you know?" and he could have done that too. 

"I know... I'm sorry" you whine hiding your face in your hands and he rests his left hand on the back of your chair, his body facing you while he waits for you to look at him again "don't be, I could have tried harder too" he comforts you and you look at him again, a sweet smile on his face. 

You couldn't help but smile back at him, feeling the tension start to dissipate between you "guess we both messed up then" you laugh, shaking your head in disbelief at the realization of just how much time you wasted because of your mutual shyness.

"But we stil have time to solve this, if you want to, of course" you're nodding even before he can finish the sentence. 

Art can't contain his excitement as he sees you enthusiastically nodding your head. He lifts his hand and rests his palm on your cheek, his thumb gently caressing the soft skin "I take that as a yes, then?" he asks, a playful smile on his lips, the thumb on your cheek now tracing the outline of your lips.

"mh-mh" you say unconsciously your eyes locked in his. 

 Art continues tracing his thumb across your lips, his touch light and almost teasing, feeling your gaze on him, he lifts his eyes to look into yours, a cheeky smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"You look so cute when you're all blushing and flustered" he whispers, leaning a bit closer to your face.

"You talk like you're not in the same position as I am" Art laughs softly, his breath mingling with yours, he leans in closer, the smile on his lips widening as he sees you start to fidget slightly.

"Not like it's a bad thing though, right?" he whispers, his hand moving from your cheek to gently grasp your chin, tilting your head up slightly.

"absolutely not" you whisper and just when your lips are about to touch a voice interrupts the moment "Hey! the camps are closing you have to get out" the coach calls out with a small smirk and Art turns around to look at him embarrassed, ears and cheeks red "sorry coach! we're leaving". 

The coach gives a knowing chuckle before heading out again, leaving you and Art to recover from the interruption.

You can't help but feel a twinge of frustration at the coach's interruption, ok, that was embarrassing you put your book back into your bag before sliding it on your shoulder. 

Art lets out a small sigh before reluctantly getting up from the bench helping you too by grabbing your hand "sorry about that, the coach has the worst timing" he wants to strangle him, really. 

"Don't worry, he is right" you say and he starts to guide you towards the stairs to get out. 

Art feels his muscles relax as soon as the cool night breeze hits his skin, he's still hot and sweaty from the training, he glances at you "that was a good session, wasn't it? even with the interruption" he jokes as he looks around, noticing the sun slowly setting behind the trees, lighting the sky in a beautiful shade of pink and orange. 

"you did good, I really like to watch you ad Tashi play" you ignore his real intentions and decide to talk about the training itself, you really like to tease him. 

Art can't help but let out a small laugh at your response "so that is the only reason why you come to see our trainings? To watch me play?" he quips, his tone light and teasing as he nudges you slightly with his shoulder. 

"I already told you Donaldson, I come to see Tashi play, not for you" you taunt again and Art shakes his head in false disbelief, his tone still playful and light "right, how could I forget. Just for Tashi, of course".

He playfully rolls his eyes, his shoulder slightly touching yours as you walk next to him. 

"I'm sorry to tell you this, but you can't compete with her" and Art stops on his track a fake shocked expression on his face and you tug on his hand still connected to yours to walk through the campus and towards the dorms.

Art puts a hand over his heart and lets out a mock gasp. "How could you" he says before starting to follow you again, a cheeky smile on his lips as he glances in your direction.

As you both make your way towards the dorms, Art can't help but feel contentment at the sight of your hands connected together, swinging naturally alongside you while you walk. You two stay in comfortable silence until you are in front of your dorm room and your hand detaches from his to grab your key, Art stands behind you, hands in his shorts pockets as he waits for you to turn back to him.

You unlock the door, feeling a flutter of anticipation as you turn to face him again. Art is still standing close, his eyes fixed on you with a warm smile on his handsome features, he takes a step closer, now leaning against the wall next to your door.

The soft light from the hallway casts a gentle glow on him, his blond hair slightly disheveled and he looks so incredibly handsome that you find your breath hitching in your throat 

'what should I do now?' you ask yourself as you smile at him, but before you could open your mouth to speak, he does first "not that I don't like to meet you like this, but what would you think about a date? with me, of course" he mentally facepalms himself, 'was it really necessary to add that?' Art feels a faint blush color his cheeks as you laugh at his awkward addition.

He rubs the back of his neck, still smiling sheepishly "sorry, I just wanted to be clear about it, didn't want you to think I was planning a date between you and Tashi" he jokes as he lets out a small laugh of his own, the embarrassment fading away as he sees that you don't seem to mind his blunder.

"But yes, I would love to take you on a date" he says with a more confident tone, his eyes shimmering with excitement at the thought.

 "I would love to" Art is filled with contentment as he sees your excitement. He runs his hand through his hair a small smile forms on his lips as he gazes at you, his blue eyes shining with happiness.

"How about tomorrow night? There's this nice restaurant near that I've been wanting to try" he suggests, his voice filled with nerves but anticipation as well.

"Tomorrow is great" you step closer when you see Art bending towards you "good, I'll pick you up tomorrow night at seven" you nod. 

As you confirm the time for your date, he can't help but smile wider, the excitement coursing through his veins, he gazes into your eyes for a moment, savoring the anticipation building between you.

"I can't wait" he whispers, his voice filled with excitement and a hint of nerves, leaning closer and placing a soft kiss on your forehead "I'll see you tomorrow" "goodnight, Art". 

As you watch Art, his handsome features bathed in the soft light of the hallway, he smiles back at you, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "Goodnight" he says softly, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he sees you close the door slower than necessary, as if you don't want the moment to end just yet.

"Sweet dreams" he whispers after you close the door, shoulders lighter now that he finally has a real chance with you and the smile on his face doesn't leave until he is asleep in his bed.

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「bites and 'I love you's」 Art Donaldson x F!reader

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Art loves to bite you. 

It's something you found out pretty quickly in your relationship, but no matter how many times it happens it still surprises you. 

The first time it happened you were dating for 2 weeks, you were laying on his bed, belly down while reading a book to entertain yourself until Art's arrival from practice.

When the door opened you were too immersed in your book to notice and Art closed the door quietly behind him after stepping in the room, the tennis sack dropped on the floor next to the desk as he walked towards you on the bed. 

He sat down and you finally noticed his presence "hey baby how was pract- OW" you yelped as his teeth sank on your shoulder, not in a painful way but the surprise was still there. 

"What the hell was that for Art?!" you laughed and turned your head around to look at him, Art still sat on the edge with his arms resting on your sides.

"I'm sorry you just looked so bitable" he said and kissed the spot where the bite mark is, Art wrapped his right arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and rested his head on your shoulder, a devious glint in his eyes as with the free hand he closed the book in your hands. 

You turned around on your back "how was practice?" you repeated and kissed his lips to greet him.

He returned your kiss and smiled gently, moving to lay down next to you. He was clearly tired, practice went long today, and laying down on the bed next to you, wrapping both arms around you to pull you close to him seemed to relax him enough to finally close his eyes "I'm tired and I stink" he said softly, burying his face against the crook of your neck.

"I can tell" he pinched your waist at that and you whined "keep your teeth and fingers away from me!". 

He laughed softly with that, shifting and laying fully on top of you. His head on your chest, his right hand moving up and under your shirt, resting against the skin of your side while the fingers of his other hand traced little patterns on your stomach "but you're so fun to bite and pinch" he teased, lightly biting your chest, just above your breast.

"no, no I have to go, I planned a dinner with Tashi tonight" you pushed him off of you until he is kneeled between your legs.

"Nooo, c'mon, can't you cancel your plans and stay with me for a bit? I wanna spend some time with you before I go shower" he whined and grabbed your arms, trying to pull you against him again.

"I can't, I haven't seen Tashi outside a tennis camp for what it feels like years". 

"Now you're overreacting, maybe a few weeks". 

"Exactly almost years" he laughed and pulled again your arms to make you sit in front of him. 

"Can't you spend an hour or two with me before seeing her?" he asked and you looked at the clock and sighed. 

"I really can't, but I can come here after dinner and sleep here tonight" you proposed with an encouraging smile on the lips making him hum thoughtfully, clearly not fully satisfied with that proposal, but the offer for you to stay the night was enough of a win for him.

"Promise you're coming later? And not going back to your dorm" he mumbled against your neck before he suddenly but very lightly bit your earlobe.

"pinky promise" you kissed his lips once more before standing up "but I expect you to be clean and scented when I come back, or you'll sleep on the floor" he laughed, sitting up properly on the bed.

"Of course baby, I'll shower and be all clean for you" he said with a smile on his lips "now go, get out of here before I change my mind" he teased, smacking your ass lightly.

you laughed "see you later, bye!".

"have fun baby". 

Another time it happened you were trying on some clothes in your dorm room, Art sat on the edge of your bed while looking at you in the dress you just bought, it was beautiful, you were beautiful, "what do you think?" you asked twirling around in front of him.

"you look stunning baby" his arms and legs opened for you to get between them, his hands immediately went to rest on your hips while his gaze moved over your body, taking in the way the dress hugged your curves and accentuated all the right places.

"you could wear this to meet my parents" he mumbled with a smirk on his lips, his eyes met yours.

You laughed at that "yes, if I want them to look forward to you breaking up with me" he looked at you confused and you simply turned around to make him look at the back better. 

He hummed "yeah, definitely too short for that" he pulled the fabric as down as possible "but you look amazing".

He moved his hands up and down your legs, admiring the view from behind while the dress rode up, going up your thighs until most of your legs were exposed, you smiled "thank you baby, but I could wear this for a date" you looked at the mirror, too focused on thinking for something to pair it with. 

"love the idea".

"I could pair this with the black heel- ART" you felt a sting on your left butt cheek and you quickly left his arms, your hand going to cover the sore spot, he laughed when your turned to look at him, face shocked.  

"it looks way too good in that dress, I couldn't help myself" he said in between laughs.

"Stop biting me Donaldson! I mean it" you said but there isn't real bite in your tone.

He stood up to walk towards you "what? Maybe you simply should stop looking so pretty" he teased you.

Your hand in front of you stopped him "no, no stay back you're scaring me" you said between laughters "you're sleeping on the floor tonight" he grabbed your hand swiftly and bit your wrist as softly as possible. Then, he made you turn around, back pressed against his chest and arms wrapped around your waist, his eyes looking at yours in the mirror. 

"Will you let me sleep with you again if I promise not to bite you while you sleep?" he asked and you pouted a bit, pretending to think about his offer for a moment before nodding reluctantly.

"I guess so, as long as you keep your promise to not attack me at night like some feral animal" you said with a fake pout.

He huffed and mumbled a small 'fine' against your neck and you patted his biciep around your waist "now, let me try the other two dresse- ART!" he smiled sheepishly after releasing your shoulder "you never said anything about not biting you outside the bed" he winked. 

"Art. Don't be ridiculous. I said 'I love you first'" 

The two of you are laying in your new bed, naked skin pressed together as the early evening sunlight streams in through the gap in the curtains. The air around you feels warm, the room is filled with the sound of light-hearted bickering.

"and I told you it's not true, I did!" he exclaims and you pull away from his arms to turn and look him in the eyes. The sheets around you ruffles at your movements and Art gets more comfortable against the mattress, the sheets are covering his lower parts of him and leaving his chest naked, one hand on his stomach while the other is still under your head, his fingers lazily playing with your hair as he lays on his back now.

"why are you lying? it was our four months anniversary and I told you I loved you during the picnic at the beach!" he just shakes his head, his eyes stared lovingly at you. 

"that was the first time you said it to me, I told you waaaay before that" you raise your eyebrows in disbelief, a mix of irritation and curiosity in your expression.

"Okay, fine. If you're so sure you told me first, then when exactly did you say it? Surely you can remember the circumstances of such a monumental moment" you shoot back.

He ignores the irritation in your voice and begins to talk "we were in my dorm room, you were reading a book in my bed and I had just returned from my training... you looked so beautiful and I couldn't help it, we were together for two weeks" you frown and lift your bust to rest on your elbows, eyes looking at the wall in front of you like it can help you remember that moment.

"Wait, I think I remember that day" you say, your eyes still fixed on the wall in a thoughtful gaze "I do remember that I was in your bed, reading a book and that you had just gotten back from practice... but I don't remember you saying anything"

"well, technically I didn't say it... I bit you" you blink at him.

 "you bit me" he nodded proudly. 

"how was I even supposed to understand that was an 'I love you'?!" you are flabbergasted. 

"I do it all the time!".

 "yes but it doesn't mean 'I love you'" you laugh incredulous. 

"for me it does!"

"for normal people it doesn't!" you can't believe what he is saying. He seriously thinks that biting equals an "I love you".

"Okay, hold on. So, you're telling me that every time you bite me, you're actually telling me that you love me? I thought you're just being playful..."

He shakes his head, a smirk playing on his lips. He clearly thinks that it's a reasonable assumption "when I first wanted to tell you... I felt like it was too soon and I didn't want to scare you away so I sticked to bites" he explains. 

You can't help but roll your eyes at his logic. It's silly but also kind of sweet. 

"So instead of just telling me you love me like a normal person, you thought resorting to biting me was a more reasonable approach?" you ask, trying not to laugh but failing miserably. He looks at you obviously proud of himself and you shake your head in disbelief at that, god how you love him. 

You hide your head in his neck, arms wrapped around him and his around you, his naked skin against yours comforting. You can feel his heartbeat close to your ear, steady and strong. He sighs contentedly and rests his chin on the top of your head, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your back.

Suddenly, he feels your teeth sinking softly in his neck before nibbling it over and over again, his smile grows wider and his heart explodes of joy. 

His lips moves closer to your ear, his breath warm against your skin as he whispers softly in it...

 "I love you too". 

Art loves to love you. 

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this is so beautiful omg

for about fifteen seconds there, we were actually playing tennis. and we understood each other completely.

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