#artem wing smut

[eternallyei]

smut, men x f!reader

Thinking about how weak he gets whenever he’s deep inside you. The red tint stuck to his cheeks under his tightly closed eyes while he’s rutting into your hips hungrily, eager to feel every inch of your insides.

He frowns forcefully, not even able to open his eyes to look at your pretty face under him, which, he knows very well, is staring up at him with a smile on your lips.

The feeling of your velvety and warm walls hugging his needy and sensitive cock, his arms shaking like weak leaves next to your ears each time his hips hit yours.

He pants, he chants next to your ear, he’s enchanted by the way your small hole envelopes his shaft, it feels so good after being so untouched for so long.

He missed you so much, work was taking all your love-life time and also sex life, and this ..

This is all he needed to have after two weeks of stress in court or at work, the tingly feeling in his stomach, he feels the knot tight as ever in relief. You just feel so heavenly.

Oh and your scent, your skin like fresh blooming flowers and your hair fresh from your shampoo, you’re hypnotizing. He takes a deep breath of your SCENT, a fresh air traveling his lungs.

“mngh.. missed y’so much”

He whimpers yet again, lost in the feeling you make him go through. His hands fisting the bedsheets under you as he places harsh kisses on your neck and collarbone.

“Oh.. ahh-mmh”

You feel him twitch inside you. He is lost, his hips growing more precise and erratic, holding your hips tightly. Fingertips marking your skin red.

His shaky hands searching for the right spot to hold your body under him, his lips pressed next to your temple. Breathe fastening and whiny.

This poor man is so drunk, his mind lost in all of you, all about you. Gulps heavy and full of drool, he catches his breath, you’re so overwhelming, it’s better than any substances, gosh.

Slow sex makes it even better, he gets to feel every inch of you. Your crystal moans caressing his hearing, his body tenses. Goosebumps all over his skin at your nails and fingertips grazing over his back.

“fuck.. y-you feel so good..”

It’s like you’re a demon, a witch sent to poison him, get him rid of his senses by the way you enchant him. God, he could never get out of this curse..

If ever he actually wanted to.

— ARTEM gepard neuvillette KURAS yuuta akaashi

— AND YOUR FAVS ♡

Artem had me on a choke hold so bad on events waw. had to add other ones that i also thought about through writing this. i was debating whether i should write more to it or not cause it’s kinda short but here you are. also i might add people or not, in case any other person fit that one.

hope you like this one, thank you lovelies ♡

@eternallyei. please do not copy/translate/use as your own.

[byizoyas]

tears of themis ; hcs

2023/byizoyas. — pls do not plagiarize or repost and claim as yours ! thank you very much

✘ nsfw. what’s their favorite position when having sex with you (afab!reader) ✘ with: NXX men

ೄྀ࿐ artem ˊˎ-

spork

artem is quite classical, he likes to be on top of you and being able to touch you and see your face if he wants

he especially loves to bury his face on your neck to lick it and make it clear how bad he wants to fuck you. sometimes he even sucks on your skin letting few hickeys (he regrets it the morning after)

since it’s been a while you two haven’t fucked, artem is especially desperate to make you cum tonight. his breathing is quite irregular and it’s clear he’s holding back moans of how good you feel when taking his cock so well. he’s going slowly, and he’s fucking you so deep you can’t keep your moans to yourself. ‘go on love, let me hear how good you feel’ and you do as he asks, even wrapping your right leg around his waist, pulling him closer and closer to you. ‘fuck me all night artem.’ you say. ‘oh i intend to do so.’ he promises, a lustful smile on his face.

ೄྀ࿐ vyn ˊˎ-

reversed cowgirl

vyn is just soooo into spanking and in that position he can do it as he pleases

plus, he lets you be on top quite often as he got some submissive tendencies and he loves that you get to choose your pace (he honestly just wants to satisfy you)

‘faster’ vyn commands as he smacks your ass with a hand and hold onto your waist with the other. he’s usually not the impatient one, mostly letting you pick your own rhythm whenever you two have sex but now he’s just so greedy. he wants more of you, more of your moans, more of your touches and he even thrusts into you while you’re fucking yourself on his cock. ‘ngh what are you doing ?’ you ask as he speeds up the things himself, taking control. ‘fucking you deeper and faster just the way you like it love.’

ೄྀ࿐ luke ˊˎ-

doggy style

he’s either really talkative during sex, praising you and all or he’s pretty quiet but in both cases he prefers you do not see his face

instead he fucks you doggy style so he can admire your beautiful back and ass moving to the rhythm of his thrusts and he finds it extremely attractive

you grip the pillow in front of you, holding onto it as luke is fucking you. you don’t know whether he’s in a bad mood and taking it all out on you or if he got jealous tonight but the way he grabs your waist, forcing you to follow the pace he chose makes him incredibly hot. ‘you better take it fully y/n.’ he commands, hands on your body, caressing it gently opposedly to his fast thrusts in and out of your pussy. ‘you’re so good for me.’ he praises, and it makes it feel even better. his cock keeps on fucking you and at this point you wish it never stops because it’s just too good and luke knows all the right spots to make you cum over and over again. in the end, he’s only waiting for you to be begging for more because he never gets enough of you.

ೄྀ࿐ marius ˊˎ-

table top

this man is kinky as hell and he loves to fuck you on every surface possible

the fact you’re lying down on your back makes it even better. marius loves to tease you, and he likes dirty talk a lot so he just feels the need to see your face react to his lewd words

‘we got five minutes’ you say as marius pushes you down, making you lay on your back on the glass of his desk. ‘i’ll make you cum at least twice’ he says, a smug smile on his face as he unzips his pants and pushes into you roughly. ‘ngh so wet already’ he moans as he keeps on thrusting at a pretty quick pace. ‘keep fucking me like that’ you order. to that he slows down ‘let me hear you beg and we shall see’ he says, leaning over you, his smile growing larger along with the provocative change of pace. to that you grab his tie pulling him real close to your chest ‘do it.’ a chuckle escapes his mouth as he grips your thighs firmly. ‘anything for you’ his lips then find yours to share a long and languid kiss while his cock keeps pounding into you hard and fast the way you asked.

[summerscribble]

After Work // Artem Wing

tw nsfw, fem read, fem x artem, pregnancy kink, mating press, no protection, penetration, blowjob, mdni

summary last week, when you were drunk, you somewhat shyly brought up to your husband, Artem that you wanna have his kids, and the following morning you couldn't recall anything, Artem had been thinking a lot about that date night, and what your drunk ass said, it is even affecting his work. Tonight, he settles on his pondering and decides to remind you about the words you've forgotten.

Artem has been busier these days, you arrive home early but he decides to stay longer, and you miss doing little chores with him like cooking dinner together or taking a bath together before hopping into bed and then cuddling to sleep, in short, you have been missing your husband a lot lately.

However, he slides into bed late at night when you're already deep asleep, you barely have a short interaction during work hours as you both are working on different cases. It's just those little moments, where you aren't getting any quality time for each other since last week's date night where you ended up consuming a lot of liquor to even remember how you ended up from the restaurant to your bedroom.

You just wanna have him for the weekend so you can take care of your hard-working husband but Artem has been so involved in work. You worry about his health because he still strictly follows his perfect schedule but it is now tiresome in his eyes, he doesn't even talk much during breakfast.

You have learned how to cook lately so it's very efficient for both of you and even a great help during your husband's busy schedule days. The light conversation you only get to have with him is in the morning which also gets interrupted by any of his urgent calls.

"Are you leaving early?" You ask when he pours juice into your glass.

He gives a small smile, "I have to."

"Artem…" You hold his arm gently, "I'm worried about you. I want to help you with this case."

There's a reflection of pain in his eyes, "I'm so sorry sweetheart. I didn't mean to stress you out. There was this misleading evidence I had to look into on an urgent basis. We are going to wrap up most of the stuff today. I will be coming home tonight on time."

"Please, let me know if you want any help, Artem." You worryingly stroke on his hand.

He places a soft kiss on your lips, "Of course."

Artem leaves for work early again, he is indeed busy with work these days but the main thing that kept distracting him from doing his work correctly was the conversation he had with you a week back when you both were having a date at a restaurant and by the end of the night you both were tipsy. While getting into an Uber he remembers you whispered in his ear, "Artem, I wanna become a mother."

That immediately flushed his face and he looked back at you. You were more than tipsy. He searched for any seriousness on your face but you remained smiling at him. It's not like you guys never had this conversation about becoming parents, it was just too sudden for now.

He asked, "You wanna have children?"

You nod hugging him, "I want a little artem and take him to school and take care of him."

That made him chuckle.

You frowned at him, "Don't you think we should start planning for kids."

He was drunk and not in the right state of mind to have that conversation at that time. He was just getting nervous to even imagine himself as a father figure.

You softly kissed him on the lips that night, "I love you, babe."

It melts his heart every time he hears that. He kissed you back, "I love you more." And now he wanted to keep the promise of giving you the world when he decided to marry the love of his life. Did you want kids? Okay, he is going to learn how to be the best father.

You do not remember much about what happened that night and also don't remember that you told him you wanted to have kids. But it has been always in the back of your head that someday you want to start a family with him. You finished your work early and checked on Artem and he was not in the office. You asked about his whereabouts and you were informed that he was still on sight.

You texted him and he replied that he would be back home soon and cook dinner for you. You rushed back home and started preparing for dinner, you can't let your husband come tired at home and cook for you. Why can't your man understand that you want him to have a little rest lately?

You finished preparing the dinner and were waiting for him but then he texted you he would be late again. That made your mood a little bit gloomy. You had dinner alone, took a bath, and now you were in bed alone.

You stretch your hand to the side where Artem usually sleeps. You sigh cause you miss him. You leave a text but no reply and while waiting for that you fall asleep.

In the middle of the night, you feel a warm palm brushing against your stomach. You feel your husband's warm presence behind you. You stretch your hand to pull him closer, "When did you return?"

You look at the nightstand, the digital clock reads 02:45 AM. "Just a minute ago or something." Artem's deep voice lingers in the darkness near your ear as he pulls your back closer to his chest. A sudden heat rises down your core.

You speak softly, "Artem-"

"Yes baby," He kisses your neck. You let out a soft moan. The cedarwood scent his washed heavily in exhaustion from the long day he must have had.

"You must be tired, Artem." He's still in his work clothes.

"I wrapped up everything and hurried back to you." He leaves a bite on your earlobe. His other hand still rubbing on your stomach and sliding a bit down. You exhale sharply. It's almost been a week since Artem and you had sex. You sense the urgency of need in his movement reflecting something similar to yours.

"Artem… You don't have to tonight--"

He stops, "Are you tired? I can cuddle you to sleep." But his hand says otherwise as it slides up into your t-shirt around your breasts.

"Artem-It's not-" He pinches your nipples. The air almost halts passing down your throat.

"You smell so good, baby," His warm breath touches your cold skin when he buries his nose into your neck, inhaling sharply, "I miss having meals with you, I miss bathing with you." He pulls your body closer filling the depth between your bodies, "I fucking missed you."

Before you could respond he tucks your hair under his finger and attacks your nape with wet kisses, "Baby, I need you." He brushes his growing bulge on your ass.

"I need you too." It trembles you more when he tilts your face to access your lips and before that, you witness a pure hunger of desire in his eyes.

He claims your lips between his and deepens the kiss, fondling and massaging your breasts. You moan in between and feel his lips curling, "Fuck. I missed you more." He slides down and leaves wet kisses on your tits. You brush your fingers into his soft hair. You love when he fucks you in his work clothes. It just does something to you. It crumbles your walls and your husband knows it well.

In seconds he removes your t-shirt and throws it on the floor leaving you naked in your panty. He sits on his knees in between you. His burning stare flames up your skin. You try covering your tits with your hand. His blazing gaze in taking every inch detail of your body, "Baby, you remember? You said last week you want to have kids."

Nothing could have prepared you for hearing, that. It makes your eyes widen in shock, "I-What?"

Artem removes his jacket while responding, "You said it's time we finally have a kid." Your clits believe that's the sweetest thing she has heard. Having kids. Damn, you don't even remember you mentioned it.

"Artem, I don't remember much."

He removes his tie. You love how he's s giving you the best strip show. Cause you have told Artem before for a thousand times how much you love and get turned on seeing him like this. Your hips move and he smiles staring straight into your eyes, "The app we use to track your cycle says you are ovulating, babe."

"Artem-" Your voice hitches when he uncuffs his sleeves and starts rolling up to his elbows.

"Isn't that great? I can impregnate you tonight."

When he catches you not replying to his questions. He leans down, flexing his forearm muscles. Your man is on a mission today.

"Tell me, darling, are you ovulating?"

You don't know how to hide your flushed face, "Maybe, I'm not sure."

When his face is near yours you notice his bare chest visible under his unbuttoned shirt. You trace your fingers over the delicate chain that hung around his neck that you gifted him a few years back.

His hand brushes on your hips, pulling you closer to his center. You breathe hitches and you make a sound.

"I'm gonna ask you for the final time, baby. Do you want me to fuck you raw tonight?" You melt right away. Artem knows what he's doing tonight.

You nod, "Yes I wanna have kids, Artem."

That shifts something in his azure eyes and now they appear to be darker. He pushes his hip against your center, You feel his bulge through his pants.

You moan.

"You want to feel it deep inside, right baby?."

"Artem-"

With that, you hear him unbuckling his belt. It excites you too much and you can feel yourself drenching your panty. You have not been on birth control for a few months now but Artem always uses condoms anyway. It's been months that you have felt him raw.

His stare never leaves yours as he goes down and halts near your cunt, his lips touch your covered clits but it still sends shivers. His other hand glides up to massage your breasts you can feel his cold metal wristwatch and the wedding ring against your skin.

He caresses your clit through your panty. His index and middle finger slowly pull down your panty uncovering your pussy for him. His long fingers touch your sensitive bud and you can't stop holding your cries, "Artem…" Your hips start buckling up.

The desperation in your eyes, makes him catch your desire and even he no longer can control himself. His blood rushes down and he wanna fuck you. He's dying to do that but he's too turned on and might hurt you being too rough. Despite, your loving him and giving you the deepest thrusts but he gotta be human tonight however, he wanna fuck you like an animal in a rut.

He straightens himself on his knees and pulls out your panty while supporting your lifted legs with his other hand. That leaves a soft shrill in your mouth.

He unzips his pants exciting you even more. He loves how your eyes are hungry staring at the bulged form under his brief. He blushes when you bite your lower lips staring at him pulling out his cock.

"Artem, Can I taste it?" That makes his heartbeat knock louder.

Before he could have replied you are already pushing yourself up and sit between in front of him and staring down to access his veiny dick. He doesn't stop you once you start bending. He feels you stroke his dick with your wet tongue. He grips your hair, slowly, "Just a taste baby, cause tonight I wanna cum inside you."

You nod obediently, putting your mouth against his tip, and sucking on it, Artem blood rushes in the direction wherever your tongue trails. It was going to be tough for him to not fuck your mouth. Cause he loves your little skillful mouth. He moans and you take him down your throat. You love how he was looking down at you and gripping your hair. His hips started thrusting but he also started cursing, "Baby, Please stop I wanna be inside you."

But you don't, you want a taste of him and when you almost go to use your hands, he pulls out. It is visible how hard it is for him to do that. His eyes are hungry.

Artem pushes you on your back and lifts your legs, trapping you between his knees and bending you in a mating position. His thick cock penetrates you. You moan loudly feeling your walls stretch, "Artem-Arte-It hurts."

That doesn't stop him from pushing into more, "Baby, Your pussy loves when I'm rough with you." You can't deny it at all.

His pelvis rubs your clits sweetly giving him more access to be deep inside you. He starts thrusting and moaning.

Your hips respond to get in sync. He kisses your lips making you moan. It didn't even take a moment for him to increase the pace and pound inside you faster.

"Artem-"

Every thrust sends you into oblivion.

His cock hits your sweet spot every time, you melt right away. His hand grips your leg to support him in penetrating deeply. He pushes inside you. He loves staring at your bouncy tits, "Fuck, Baby you will have my kids."

"Artem." You moan in response.

Continuous thrusting and his possessive dirty talk about making you pregnant leave your mind numb and flooding with pleasures.

He bends to take your lips between his, "You're gonna look so beautiful baby. With a swollen stomach and tits." With that he bites in your moans, leading you close to your climax.

Your eyes start tearing up as his thrusts keep getting faster.

"I will fuck you till you get pregnant baby."

You almost reached climax hearing that. He looks down between you both and he enjoys how his raw dick enters your moist pussy, "Your pussy is so obedient to me."

His gentlemanly attire makes him look sinister.

"Artem'm coming. Please go harder-"

His hand bends your leg more and he starts pounding more harshly inside you. You cry and he studies your expression, "Cum for me sweetheart."

With that, you shatter down and his pounds chase your orgasm and you clench your cunt around him feeling him coming inside you too. He bites on your throat and leaves a few marks around your neck till his hips forcefully pound inside you. Your hips move in sync against his till he milks you walk. His satisfying grunts surround the air as he fills you up.

You wanna pass out. The after-effects leave you both breathing heavily. He pulls out and stares when you leak his cum. There's something animalistic in his look when he presses his finger around your cunt and pushes inside to make it stop leaking.

"Artem-" You mewl.

"I guess I have to fuck you again, tonight."

[cherryxblossxms]

🔞 I'm being haunted about thoughts of big dick!Artem, who is so inexperienced but he's so dedicated to learning exactly how to please you. Who doesn't know that you're wondering how he'll even fit inside you, when you first lay eyes on his clear desire for you, and you're worried he'll split you in two. Who prides himself on being calm and composed but all thoughts and composure scatter the second he sees you naked, particularly when you spread your legs for him and its clear how much you want him. Who feels like he's ready to cum just from putting it in, feeling your wet heat squeezing his cock so lovingly. Who is having trouble keeping pace as he tries desperately to hold himself back, prioritizing your pleasure and comfort, ever watchful of your reactions as he rocks his hips against you. Who finally can't stop himself from cumming so deep inside you the second you whisper "I love you" in his ear... and also can't help getting hard again soon after as he sees his seed leaking out of you when he finally pulls out.

[themisimagines]

prompt generator: person a and person b sharing a bath content: smut under the cut! - self loving, bathtub shenanigans characters: artem, fem!reader

Thank god it's the weekend. You leave the office at 7, a feat given all that's gone on this week, and pop your head into Celestine's office to say goodbye, thinking you might swing by Artem's office to try and convince him to leave work with you. Unfortunately, he's in Celestine's office already when you look in, and they seem to be in deep conversation.

"Have a good weekend," Celestine chimes. Artem raises his hand in parting. You look wistfully at him, but decide to head home first.

Artem texts you on your way out.

<Wait for me to have dinner. Shouldn't be too much longer, I'll pick up ingredients on the way back.>

Your heart warms. He probably knew that you were looking forward to your first free weekend in weeks, having barely had the time to spend with each other beyond curling up together, exhausted, in bed each night, and blearily getting ready for work in the mornings.

Another text. <Don't eat too many snacks.> Ugh, this man knows you too well.

When you finally reach the home you share with Artem, you can almost literally feel the ache in your neck and shoulders from hunching over documents and screens, so you decide to run a hot bath. It's almost criminal that neither of you spend much time in this bath, with it's beautiful city views and skyline. But to be fair, you both only moved in together three months ago, and that was round about the time work started to pick up again. You even take out a precious bubble bath solution you've been saving for a special occasion, the scent of lavender and hibiscus foaming up underneath the running water.

As the bath runs, you pop in a record on the vintage player Artem picked up from his parents recently, and both of you have been enjoying going to markets searching for records, your recent favourites being jazz ballads, the crackle and pop of these old records invoking a different time entirely. The music drifts into the bathroom as you turn off the taps, stripping down and stepping gingerly into the bath, fragrant steam wafting into your face.

Oh, this is nice. You fiddle a bit with the water temperature before it's finally perfect, and then you sink in, closing your eyes blissfully.

<Tell me why we don't take baths on a daily basis again? Are you home soon, by the way?> You grab your phone and send to Artem, snapping a picture of your legs, just obscured by the bubbles.

The feel of the water caressing your body and against your tired muscles is soothingly erotic, and you feel a familiar jolt of arousal flowing down your body. Your hands run up and down your soft inner thighs, the arc of your collarbones, luxuriating in the sensation.

Ding! Artem has messaged you back. <Almost home.>

Then, a follow up: <It's not good for our water bill or the environment to take so many baths, but I agree with you that ours is underused.> You laugh. Ever the practical boyfriend.

Still, if he's still on the way, that leaves you free to take care of... some business. Your hands plunge back into the water, stroking your thighs, your breasts, slowly teasing at your nipples to send delicious shivers up your spine. All the while, the water swirls around you, making you even more excited. One hand drifts further downwards, settling onto your clit, and you draw slow, lazy circles around it, letting a slow pressure build up in your core.

The music swells, and you let yourself enjoy each and every sensation, a small moan escaping your mouth and echoing around the bathroom, your back arching slightly as you chase the peak of your pleasure. One of your fingers is just tracing your opening, ready to slip in, when a knock sounds on the bathroom door, and Artem peeks in.

Startled, you sit bolt upright, almost getting a mouthful full of suds.

"Sorry," Artem apologises for startling you. "Just wanted to let you know I'm home, and I'll be making dinner downstairs. Come down when you're ready.

From the crack through the door, you see that his tie has been loosened slightly, hair slightly rumpled from the day. Even though he's interrupted your moment, you can't help but appreciate how much of a goddamn gentleman he is, barely allowing himself a glimpse of you in the bath. Artem is about to close the door when you call for him to wait.

"Come and join me in the bath," you ask. "We did get one that was big enough for two, after all."

The door freezes, and even though you can't see Artem anymore, you can sense he is debating furiously with himself on the other side of the door.

"Please?" you wheedle. "The water is still nice and warm."

When the door next opens, it does so uncertainly, and Artem blushes upon seeing your clothes tossed haphazardly around the bathroom, the bubbles leaving very little to the imagination. It's hardly as if you both haven't seen each other naked before, but you always sense that Artem is holding himself back, too aware of trying to perform the part of gentleman for you, being overly considerate of your needs. Always too afraid to let his eyes linger for too long, or his hands to rest too inappropriately (except in the heat of the moment), afraid that you might think him crude or impolite.

You take charge of the situation. "Clothes off, Mr. Wing. Now."

His hands hesitate at his shirt-buttons, but then he steels his spine and strips off his clothing efficiently, letting you admire the hard planes and lines of his body, so often hidden away behind suits, which, while flatteringly cut, look much better off him. Belt and trousers join the pile on the floor, and you can sense that Artem is itching to refold his clothes nicely instead of leaving them there, so you launch a distraction tactic, rising in the bath so that the tops of your breasts are just visible, watching his eyes drawn to them as the blush in his cheekbones grows higher and higher.

"Should I just - get in?" He stutters. It's so cute to see him embarrassed. He clears his throat, and although he shifts from side to side, you can see his cock twitch slightly, already half-hardening before he's even in the bath. You slide your knees up to make space, and he climbs in, careful not to let the water splash out, although it's dangerously close to doing so, with an extra person in the tub.

It's almost comical to see him curl up so tightly into himself, trying to avoid touching you. Arms hugging his knees as he watches you intently. You stretch your legs out so they just barely graze the sides of your legs.

"Are you really comfortable like that?" You tease, leaning forward and putting your face closer to his. He continues to stare.

"Come on, stretch out." You try to get him to loosen up. "The point of a bath is to relax, after all. No point in getting even more tense, right?"

"You... hm." He conceeds, stretching his limbs out tentatively, but it's an awkward tangle of limbs with you both sitting opposite each other. Then, you have an idea.

"Artem, what if we sat facing the same direction? I could just nestle myself between your legs. That would solve our space issue, and we'd be more comfortable."

He thinks about it. "I don't dislike the idea."

You stand up to spin around, your body covered in suds, and Artem politely averts his eyes a little, face still red, although you're not sure if it's from the steam or embarrassment at this point. You settle down between his legs, gently pressing up against his chest, and give a sigh of contentment. Artem is the best pillow anyone could ask for. As you purr and squirm to find a comfortable position, you feel a distinct hardness growing against your back and stifle a laugh to yourself. Artem's hands settle awkwardly around the curve of your waist, as if he's holding himself back from letting them wander.

"Comfortable?" you tease.

"Hn." He agrees. His cock has grown to full length now, and you can't help but rub yourself against it, feeling him stiffen. You turn your face slightly behind to look at him, and he doesn't dare to meet your eyes.

"You have soap on your face." He says in a matter of fact tone, reaching a hand out to wipe off soap bubbles on your nose very seriously. You giggle in response, then close the gap to kiss him, gently at first, then deepening it, still rubbing yourself slowly against his cock. You slide one of his hands up your body, encouraging him to grab onto your breast, and faced with so much stimulation, Artem loses control and lets out a small moan into your mouth.

That tiny noise is a sudden breaking of the floodgates, and you can almost hear him think, fuck it, as his hands surge up to hold your body closer to his, hips thrusting upwards greedily between the curves of your ass. Panting, you both break apart the kiss, and Artem dives for your neck, licking and sucking the soft skin until you are sure he will leave a bruise. Rolling your nipples between his clever fingers until he draws out a desperate cry from you, the other hand teasing your clit, your entrance, just barely slipping a finger in. You are writhing and completely at his mercy, reaching behind you to stroke his cock.

"Bed?" Artem asks, voice rough with desire. But you can't be bothered with all that now - getting out of the bath, drying yourself, all that nonsense. You want him now.

"I have a better idea," you reply, then turn around so that you are facing him again, sitting on top of him, nestling his cock between your thighs. He makes an attempt to continue with the foreplay, but you stop him.

"I need you, now." you beg him, and like the gentleman he is, he lets you climb on top of him, lining his cock up with your entrance, sliding into your slick warmth. You both cry out at the sensation, taking a few moments to stretch out and get used to the feeling. Then you slide up and down his cock, panting and not caring that the bathwater is sloshing onto the tiles below, probably getting all your clothes wet.

Artem throws his head back, until you can see the line of his throat, his eyes closed in pleasure. His hands are unceasing, moving to play with your breasts, guiding your waist as you plunge again and again on his cock.

An angle hits particularly well for both of you, and Artem opens his eyes, a wild abandon in them. He seizes your hips and thrusts his hips upwards, creating great swells in the water, but hitting that spot again and again until you feel like you are about to explode, begging him not to stop.

"I'm going to cum –!" you cry. "Please don't stop, oh, don't stop Artem!"

His hips drive into you faster and faster until you hit your orgasm, clenching around him. The tightness drives him over the edge, and with a last few thrusts, he follows suit, cock pulsing inside you as he fills you with his cum.

You collapse against his chest, breathing heavily, both locked in an embrace. Artem doesn't let you rest for too long, as he taps your shoulder.

"We'd better get out, or you'll catch a cold."

"Can't you let a girl bask in post-orgasm glory for a few minutes at least?" You complain, although you know he's right - the bathwater has gone cold during the time that you both were otherwise engaged. You peer out at the floor, where half the water seems to have tipped out onto. Artem catches what you're looking at and grabs your shoulders.

"On second thought, wait. Let me grab some towels for the floor, I don't want you to slip." He steps out of the bath and you watch him leave, sighing happily at what a thoughtful boyfriend you have.

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dance for me, jiejie - 15.8k words 

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When you're so horny you don't care if your designer shirt and tie gets crumpled.

[valkyrayn]

okay ik you like Marius but the new artem wing ssr race driver card has me drooling all over him 🤤

like, imagine him railing you on top of the roof of his car oml i can’t w hoyoverse rn.

mmmmmmm like that hood of his car is hot af after that race but you bet your ass they still gonna be fucking on it.

parked on the side of the road, overlooking the sunset. and it starts off innocent, where he’s tucking the strand hair behind your ear before leaning in to kiss you. and the moment you slide your tongue in, it awakens something in him. his fingers sink into the fat of your thighs, and you moan into his mouth as you feel him push your legs apart.

it happens so quickly, only because you’re getting impatient so you help him take off the belt from around his pants, clumsily tugging on it—forcing his body to crash against yours. adjusting himself in between your legs, he slides his cock into your wet heat and starts fucking you. never mind that you’re out in the open, he can’t hold himself back. your cunt feels too good wrapped around his cock.

you cling onto him as you throw your head back so you can push your hips closer—to feel him deeper inside you. he’s going fast, fucking you with abandon, hips snapping hard against yours over and over again. the car starts creaking beneath you, as it moves in rhythm with his hard pounding. his cock feels so good inside you—and each time you feel him thrusting even deeper. your walls clench tightly around him, driving him insane.

‘artem…fuck…you fuck me so good...’ you curse under your breath and you hear him grunt, his mouth hanging open as his hips begin to stutter against you.

it’s so wet, you’re wet. you gush around him, drenching his thighs and pants with your release. and then you feel his cum leak out of you, hot and sticky—dripping onto the hood of his car. ‘we’ve just defiled your car, babe…’ you say with a pout. he laughs before leaning down to kiss your lips.

‘let’s just say we’ve christened it instead. with our love.’

you groan and he laughs again. ‘you’re so lame!’

‘but you love me anyway.’ he smiles and kisses you again, gentle this time.

ps. literally wrote this while being half asleep again lmao sorry if it’s short!

[otonymous]

Dearest @mrsmorgenstern,

You've just made my year 💕 Thank you for being so incredibly kind with your words, and I'm thrilled you enjoyed this Artem fic! Much love to you! 🥰

To Know Your Love: Part I (Tears of Themis: Artem - NSFW)

Description: What could the picture perfect Artem Wing have yet to master?  The top attorney reveals his secrets and more to you in To Know Your Love. Part I of a two-part mini-series.

Warnings: Please stay away if you are allergic to fluff.  Aside from that, slight spoilers for Artem's Side Story and the story from his "Sparks" SR (nothing major that would interfere with the game, but please be warned in case you don't want any spoilers at all 😊)

Word Count: 3822 words (~19 mins of that yearning, slow-burn sweetness)

Author's Notes:

To celebrate the official release of Tears Of Themis, I present to you my first ever smut written for the game - and it's for the absolutely lovely Artem Wing! I tried to make this as true to (what I currently know of) the character as possible, hence this is one long ass read 🤣. That being said, I hope y'all enjoy it! ❤️

PS. Lines marked by an asterisk were taken directly from Artem's "Sparks" SR card story or from his side story. The first section of this fic was inspired by the story associated with the "Sparks" SR.

(Originally posted on Pa*treon on July 11/21)

“Artem, you’ve been grilling for almost two hours now.  Why don’t you let me take over?  I know I’m no master chef, but it’s a great chance for me to get a few pointers from you!”

Azure eyes warmed by orange flame meet yours over a massive number of skewers, meticulously lined up on the grill as they’re cooked to perfection by an even more meticulous man.

The sharp angles of that handsome face soften as Artem shakes his head, lips pulling into a faint smile.  “Thanks for the offer, but I’m fine.  Why don’t you bring these over to the others instead?”

Placing the last of a batch of satay beef skewers onto a serving tray, he lifts its hefty weight with one hand to place it gently onto your outstretched arms, all the while continuing to cook with the other.

Glancing at your coworkers, you hesitate.  There they were, sitting in a group some distance away from where you and Artem stood at the barbecue, the sound of their raucous laughter drifting over amidst lively conversations you couldn’t quite make out.  You knew they could smell the sizzling meat though; the eager heads that popped up periodically to look in your direction provided ample confirmation.

And there, in the heart of the tranquil woods where Themis Law Firm had decided to hold their annual team building getaway, the discontent that had been simmering in your gut ever since you arrived finally boiled over.

Slam!

You set the tray down so hard onto the picnic table beside you that Artem’s head snaps up.  Blue eyes wide, his surprise lasts for all of a second before he regains composure, quickly setting aside the meat thermometer he had brought from home to wipe his hands on the front of his apron (also his own), face apologetic as he approaches.

“I’m sorry.  You must be exhausted, having helped me with the fishing and food prep earlier.  Here, give me the tray and I’ll accompany you over to the others.  You stay and have fun.  I’ll come back and take care of the rest.”

His expression — all soft consideration — is the final nail in the coffin.

“I’m not exhausted, Artem, but you must be. You’ve been doing everything for everyone this entire trip.  The whole point of going camping was for all of us to get a chance to kick back and relax, yourself included.  The least they can do is come over and get their own damn food.”

…especially after they’ve been avoiding you like the plague, you think, before good sense made you bite your tongue.  So you follow with a meek “I’m sorry” instead, cheeks warm at the vehemence of your outburst, especially when you notice the way Artem stiffens, sitting on the bench beside you.

Looking off into the treetops swaying in the distance, Artem blots perspiration from his brow with the back of his hand.  “Everyone is nervous around me.  Whether as their senior or superior, my presence means they won’t be able to relax.  The purpose of today’s team building is for everyone to relax.  This is the best way for everyone to do so.”*

His deep voice was the same as always but the words give you pause, sinking in slowly like a skipping stone descends to the bottom of a lake.  You remembered the way Celestine ripped into Artem for taking that work call on the bumpy ride up to the woods; how practically everyone had felt pressured to follow suit, pulling out laptops or cell phones and attempting to read or type until their faces turned green and the bus driver had to pull over so a puke queue could be formed by the side of the mountain.

Everything Artem said was true, of course.  Your colleagues made a habit of fawning over his abilities and good looks at the break room as if he were an idol, elevating the man to such a degree that they couldn’t even work up the courage to look in his general direction. But you knew that it was also due to Artem's staunch work ethic and attention to detail, traits practically unmatched by anyone else in the field, let alone at the firm.  To put it simply, your colleagues were afraid of messing up in front of him, preferring to shy away like one refrains from staring at the sun.

"Doesn’t it ever bother you?” you wanted to ask, the situation not sitting well with you at all.  Aside from Celestine and yourself, you could hardly recall anyone else taking the time or effort to engage Artem in conversation that didn’t involve work.  Behind his back, however, Artem was a hot topic amongst your colleagues, like how they arrived at the conclusion that there was no way the senior attorney could've had a significant other, not with evenings, weekends and even holidays he spent at the office.

So capable, so handsome and yet…so lonely.

Taking a deep breath, you derail your train of thought before it veers into pity territory.  Artem was a grown man; he didn’t need anyone to feel sorry for him.  Especially when the way you felt about him was decidedly more…

…complicated.

When you first joined the firm, you weren’t all that different from your colleagues, viewing Artem with a mixture of reverence and awe —  the seeds of which had been planted during your time at law school when talk of both his legal and scholastic feats were already circulating amongst the student body.

What set you apart however, was the staunchness of your own ambition: you aspired to learn from the best so you could stand amongst them.  So when you were given the chance to work directly under Artem, you did not shy away but jumped at it, taking the opportunity to carefully observe the wunderkind and his methods...while discovering the man behind the myth.

Because the truth was that Artem was as caring as he was strict, like a mentor who demanded excellence because he wanted to see you grow into someone capable of standing on their own two feet.  And for someone as accomplished as he was, he surprisingly had very little ego, more concerned with acting in his clients’ best interests than resting on the laurels of his 99.9% win rate.

You had even come to find his seriousness endearing, how he would apologize for the way it seeped into other areas of his life — like bringing an entire complement of his own cooking utensils for this camping trip, or admitting to not knowing enough about “trending topics” to carry on a conversation that went beyond how to properly massage a fish to enhance its flavour.

“I’m sorry, I must be boring you,” he had said, cheeks faintly pink as his gaze dropped from yours back to the fish on the cutting board.

But nothing could be further from the truth.

You weren’t bored.  You were in love.

Somewhere along the line, respect and admiration had mixed with glimpses of sweetness in a man who demonstrated sensitivity and consideration in ways you never expected, ways that gave you courage to think, to hope, that you weren’t the only one to sense the magic simmering beneath the surface of a relationship that was, to an outsider, solely professional.

Which was why you reacted the way you did, letting emotions get the best of you when you thought Artem Wing was being taken advantage of by your colleagues on this camping trip.

“Here, how about a compromise.  I’ll stay and help you finish grilling up the last batch of skewers.  But in return, we’ll go for a short hike afterwards so that everyone can have a chance to relax, yourself included.  Deal?”

Azure eyes sweep from the pinky finger you held up before settling onto your face, Artem staring so intently at you that it takes a moment before you realize you had stopped breathing.  Finally, he smiles, wrapping his finger around yours like mischievous children sharing a secret.

“Deal.”

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A gentle breeze whistles between trees, carrying the scent of pine and cedar and accentuating that of Artem’s cologne — so faint now that had you been standing farther away, you wouldn’t have caught it.

As it was, the path of the trail was propitiously narrow and as neither of you wished to walk in single file, you found yourselves hemmed in so closely together that the backs of your hands almost touched.

“Um, it was nice of Celestine to loan us her flashlight for the hike.  It’s getting so dark I can already see the stars.”

The sound of your voice seemed almost jarring in the quiet woods, but the two of you had been walking in near silence for the past ten minutes and with dusk descending, it was getting harder and harder to see the expressions on his face.

Artem had seemed somewhat put-off by Celestine’s reaction when he went to inform her he was off to take a short walk with you.  And while you couldn’t hear the words exchanged at the distance from which you stood waiting, the giant smile on her face was obvious, as was the enthusiasm with which she shoved the flashlight into Artem’s hands, waving like a proud mother seeing her child off on the first day of school.

“Ahem, yes, it was very generous of her.  Do you—"

“Artem, do you—"

Speaking at the same time, you share a sheepish chuckle before Artem smoothly motions for you to continue.

“I was just going to ask if you ever had any interest in stargazing.  One year, when I was a child, my parents bought me a telescope for my birthday.  Back then, I would spend hours looking through it, wondering about these balls of light that shone like diamonds in the sky and thinking that if only I were patient enough, I’d catch a glimpse of a UFO.”  Turning towards him, you smile.  “Silly, right?”

Artem shakes his head, neck extending to look towards the darkening sky — the posture highlighting the masculine bulge of his Adam’s apple in the most captivating way.

“Not at all.  That sounds very sweet, like how a childhood should be.”

There is a hint of melancholy in his tone, so faint you couldn’t be sure if you had only imagined it.

“I liked it too,” he says. “Liked reading the skies and searching for different constellations, learning the stories behind them.  Do you see that one?”

With a long, tapered finger, Artem points in the direction of a broad cluster of stars, twinkling much brighter on this mountaintop than you'd ever see amongst the lights of the city.  You nod, trying and failing to focus, consumed as you were by how close Artem was standing beside you, heat seeming to roll off his body in waves despite the windbreaker he had on.

“That one’s Perseus, the hero from Greek myth.  And that one over there is Princess Andromeda.”

The forest around you falls into a hush, as if the trees themselves were just as intent on hanging onto his every word as you were.  The pleasant timbre of Artem’s low voice was rich and soft; warm breath caressing the shell of your ear as he patiently continued with his story, tracing each constellation as he does.

“Perseus was returning home after having successfully slayed the gorgon, Medusa, when he came upon Andromeda.  The princess had been chained to the face of a cliff, forced to act as a sacrifice for the sea monster, Cetus, as punishment for her queen mother’s continual boasting of her daughter’s beauty, which angered the gods.  The hero, having fallen in love with the princess at first sight, decided then and there that he would be the one to save her from her sad fate or die trying.”

He pauses then, leaving you on a cliffhanger.  Curiosity peaking, you turn towards the reticent storyteller, completely forgetting about the proximity of his body to yours.

Pulling back in shock, your lips burn from where they had accidentally brushed against the chiseled line of Artem’s jaw.  You can see it clearly now, Artem’s face — the moon having risen in full to cast an ethereal glow over his handsome features. But none could compare to his eyes, almost indigo now like the night sea, reflecting the stars above.

To say that the sight was breathtaking would be an understatement.

Especially when you had literally been holding your breath when it became clear that Artem's gaze wasn't going to drop from yours.

“What happened next?”

Your voice is little more than a whisper.

There is a rise in his chest — subtle and shaky, as if he, too, was only now just starting to breathe.  He wets his lips with a quick dart of the tongue; they glisten pink under faint moonlight, and you cannot help but wonder how your lips would’ve felt to touch his instead of merely grazing his jaw.

“It…it is at this point that inconsistencies appear in the myth.  Some accounts say that Perseus slew Cetus with a sword forged from diamonds; others say he turned the creature to stone by pulling Medusa’s decapitated head from a sack and turning its gaze upon the monster.  Sorry, I suppose that description’s a bit gruesome.  I’m not very good at telling stories.”

With a self-deprecating chuckle, Artem looks down - breaking the spell that had held the two of you in its grasp.

“I disagree; you had me hanging onto your every word.  But I have to say that I had no idea you were so well versed in Greek mythology.  It really is quite amazing, Artem, the way you seem to know about…everything, really.”

“You flatter me.  Nothing could be further from the truth.”

“Oh yeah?  Name one subject you know very little about.”

“Well, Celestine seems to think that I’m hopeless when it comes to lo—"

Catching himself, Artem purses his lips, suddenly silent again.

“When it comes to what, Artem?”

“Nothing.  It’s nothing important.”

He smiles but the tone of his voice makes it clear that this was a topic he felt uncomfortable discussing, so you let it drop despite your curiosity.  Just what was the infallible Artem Wing so terribly bad at that he would ever be referred to as a hopeless case?

The question continues to haunt you for the rest of the night, lying sleeplessly in your tent as Artem retired to the one pitched in the earth beside yours.

It didn't help that you could still feel the heat of his skin on your lips.

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Monday morning rolled around, bringing with it a return to normalcy.

The team-building getaway seemed little more than a pleasant weekend memory, the only difference being that now, your colleagues had Artem’s culinary prowess to throw into the mix of things to fawn over.  It seems they still remembered the savoury taste of his skewers even if they had forgotten to work up the nerve to actually talk to him.

As for Artem, he was back to business as usual — serious and meticulous as always going over the details of the latest case you were working on together; so much so that he hadn’t realized you were the only ones left in the office when Celestine knocked on his door to say she was heading out.

“As much as I’d love to be married to the firm like both of you evidently are, my fiancé is waiting for me in the car.  I know it’s bad for business for me to say this, but don’t stay too late!”

For reasons you cannot fathom, she throws an exaggerated wink Artem’s way before leaving with a smirk on her face.

“Oh wow, it’s almost 9.  Where did the time go?” you remark, stretching your arms up overhead as you fight to suppress a yawn. Sneaking a peek in Artem's direction, you almost balk to see that he looked much as he did when you first saw him early that morning.  The only clue that he had worked thirteen hours lay in the fact that the tie around his collar had been loosened, and only slightly at that.

No wonder they called him a machine behind his back.

“I’m sorry I lost track of time.  It’s late, I’ll give you a lift home,” he says, and that’s all it takes for you to feel like you’ve won the lottery, breathing deeply to calm the butterflies flying en masse in your stomach.

“Are you sure it’s not too much trouble?”

“It’s no trouble at all.  Let me put away these documents and we can go.  No, it’s okay; I can handle this myself.  Perhaps you could get my car keys from the drawer in my desk instead?”

Artem’s consideration makes you smile as you watch him lift the heavy case files from the corner of your eye.  Walking to his desk, you sidestep his leather office chair, reaching to pull on the slim drawer just beneath the tabletop.

And pull and pull.

But to no avail.

Bending down, you peer into the slim space between the drawer and the underside of the desk.  It doesn’t appear to be locked, but rather jammed from something misaligned within.  So grasping the sides of the drawer, you jiggle it left and right until something gives and it finally slides open.

The offending object turned out to be the cover of a book.  A textbook, in fact, its title embossed in bold gold foil:

"Introduction to the Psychology of Love and Attraction."*

Ba-bump, ba-bump.

Everything in your training insisted that you not jump to conclusions, told you that this book could’ve simply been something Artem had on hand for professional purposes, something to refer to in an effort to help his clients.

But the intuition that lit up every corner of your trembling heart told you this wasn't so.

You had seen Artem’s reference books before - neat and tidy and practically pristine in that he barely even took a highlighter to them let alone made notes in the margin. But this...this book had the look of one that was well-worn, referred to often as indicated by the number of neon Post-its that stuck out at intervals from its borders.

“Flowers — which are her favourites?” read one sticky yellow square, the word ‘flower’ circled multiple times in black ink as if it were a matter of tremendous importance.

“Don’t be afraid to reveal your softer side.  Vulnerability builds trust — a key ingredient in any serious relationship,” read another.

And then you remember.

That night on the camping trip; the expression on Artem’s face under moonlight when he let slip, “Celestine seems to think I’m hopeless when it comes to lo—." The way he abruptly dropped the topic without even finishing his sentence.

Could it be that the one thing Artem Wing hadn’t mastered was…love?

“Are you ready to go—"

Stopping short behind you, Artem’s eyes flit to the book you had been staring at, sitting in the middle of the open drawer.  And it feels like the blood has drained from your face, from your entire body — so much so that for a moment, you actually feel lightheaded.

“I-I’m so sorry, this isn’t what it looks like.  I didn’t mean to pry.  This book was stuck in your drawer when I tried opening it to get your keys-"

“It’s fine,” Artem says, his calm reply making you feel like you had just further incriminated yourself by acting like a blubbering idiot.  “That's, um, just something Celestine gave me to read.”

Ah.  So your instincts were right after all.

“What I…what I was going to tell you before during our hike in the woods is that I’m actually pretty inexperienced when it comes to dating.  I’ve never really been in a relationship before."  He looks at you, azure eyes darkening almost imperceptibly as he holds your gaze with an insistence bordering on intense.  "There's much I still have to learn when it comes to love.  So you see, I really don't know everything at all."

You weren’t sure which you were more surprised by: that, at the age of 29, the gorgeous and brilliant Artem Wing had never before had a girlfriend, or the fact that he was readily admitting it to you.

You look at him; at the wisps of dark hair falling into wise blue eyes, at the strong brows accentuating the solemn masculinity of his features, at the tips of his ears — coloured bright pink with an innocence that seemed incongruent with the rest of the man…

…and your sanity was immediately swept away.

“I, um…I could help you, if you want.”

“I beg your pardon?”

And now, it is your turn to redden, cheeks blazing as you quickly shake your head, realizing after the fact the enormity of what you had just said and hoping he wouldn’t sue you for sexual harassment in the workplace.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry!  Please, disregard what I just said!  It’s late and I'm tired, my mind isn't working properly—"

Quickly turning away, you are about to forego your ride and would’ve headed for the door had long fingers not wrapped gently about your wrist, the sheer heat of skin on skin stopping you in your tracks long enough for you to hear Artem say:

“Could you…teach me about love?”

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Find out what happens next in the NSFW Part II of To Know Your Love, now up on my Pa*treon (please see link on my Pinned Post)! Hope you all enjoyed the read! 🤩💕

"To Know Your Love" is copyright 2021 Otonymous, all rights reserved.

[byizoyas]

tears of themis ; drabbles

nsfw. ✩ nxx boys being so jealous they have to remind you (or themselves) who you belong to [fem!reader] featuring: artem, marius, luke, vyn

a/n ✩ this is only just a teasing, longer versions for each of them will be uploaded later ehe also this is my first tot fic idk if y’all read it BUT ive been wanting to write for them for a while now

⸻ ꕥ ⌎ artem doesn’t talk a lot when he’s feeling irritated or upset about something. he usually prefers to keep it to himself but when he sees you from afar, joking around with his forever rival, he cannot contain himself any longer; taking you by the hand and pulling you away from the party, away from him. his hand is gripping a bit too hard on your wrist that you feel it hurting already yet before you can speak, his lips are already pressed against yours. his hands go down on your body, reaching out to your ass, squeezing it as if it helped him relax. and it seems that it does help, because you feel his lips curling up into a smile against your skin. ‘what’s gotten into you ?’ you ask. and all you get as an answer is him, looking away; obviously avoiding your eyes.

‘is it not okay for me to want you when you look so divine in that dress ?’

⸻ ꕥ ⌎ marius easily gets jealous whenever you get too close to other men; because he knows how beautiful and desirable you are.of course he’s not speaking his feelings everytime he happens to not like you talking to a man. but this time it is too much. he puts down his glass, approaching both of you slowly. ‘i need to see y/n in private.’ he says. actually he orders you to follow him. and his hand quickly seizes yours anyway, so you cannot deny his request. he closes the door to his office behind you. locks it. ‘oh ? here ?’ you say, walking around his huge office, staring at the city lights. the view at night is breathtaking from up here yet you don’t have the time to truly enjoy it when you feel his body pressing against yours. he is hard, and slowly unzipping the back of your dress. ‘i want you.’ he whispers against your skin. ‘you are mine.’ he adds, dropping kisses on several places and you feel two of his fingers slide into your wet cunt. ‘ngh~ why are you like that ? the event only just started.’ to that he simply keeps on fucking you with his fingers, and stuffs your mouth with the fingers of his other hand, commanding you to suck it.

‘no.’ he giggles ‘me fucking you only just started and you will be moaning my name over again, asking for more of my cock inside of you.’

⸻ ꕥ ⌎ luke hates himself for having the idea of bringing you here; to a jet ski class. he feared that you’d spend a bad moment and wouldn’t dare to tell him; yet you seem to quite like it. a bit too much he thinks. now, he’s standing alone on the sand, unable to take his eyes off you as you’re clinging hard onto the teacher’s body. of course he keeps his composure with the stranger; but the way he takes your hand and takes little time to get you out of here says a lot about his true feelings. luke sits on the driver’s seat of his car, but does not turn the engine on yet. instead he pulls you into his lap so he can enjoy the direct view of your boobs. a view that is his and his only. he helps you take your shirt off. he’s usually softer, but you ask no question because you already know that this is only a vague insight of how jealous he must be. he buries his head into your neck, biting and licking it to show you how bad he wants you now. and since actions don’t seem to be expressive enough to him, he speaks up against your skin.

‘i’m gonna mark you as mine. i’m gonna fuck you hard and you will be clinging to me, begging for me to be more gentle.’

⸻ ꕥ ⌎ vyn can get pretty sadistic in bed if he feels like it and since he knows you enjoy it too, he doesn’t really hide his fantasies to you. he’s eyeing you now. has been for a while since the beginning of the party in fact, and no cheerful expression of yours around that man escaped his observant eyes. ‘may i ?’ he politely asks for more of you in the middle of your conversation. but this is only a facade and you know it. you can see in his eyes, all the things he’s going to do to you and feel yourself getting wet to your simple imagination. he opens the bathroom door to you. ‘the toilets ? very elegant doctor richter.’ you tease; but he’s in no mood to accept it. he’s grabbing your waist, making you turn around and forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. he pulls down your skirt and before you can tease him again, he spanks you hard, and bites your shoulder.

‘a pretty slut like you deserves no better than a vulgar bathroom to be fucked. and i will be doing it all night.’

[clawsdevour]

almost home

wc: 2.7k content warning: smut, car sex, established relationship, slight hand kink, fingering, creampie, mention of cock warming, not proofread, one-shot, multi-fandom x reader, shitty writing

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Watching your husband hand over the bill to the waitress, you both stand up, about to leave the restaurant. You’re taking your handbag while he grabs his coat. It’s been a while since you had a regular dinner date with him. You walk out happy, clutching your purse in one hand and your other linked around his. The smell of his musky deep cologne wafting off into your direction. You ate, talked and laughed, and did everything a regular couple would do on a dinner date. You weren’t complaining though, the date was perfect, but it felt like it was missing something. 

He opens the door to your side of the car for you and watches you get fully seated. The smell of leather as it sticks to your thighs was always a welcoming scent. Shutting your car door, he quickly jogs over to his side and gets in, hearing a click of the door closing. Locking the doors and starting the engine, he takes a peek at you.

“You know, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you today. You’re just so gorgeous, all dressed up for me,” reaching for your hand, planting a kiss on the ring he proposed to you with. His gaze pierced you with his love and warmth, his gentle soft kiss planted on the surface of your hand.

“Haha, I love you. But, you’re gonna have to keep your eyes on the road.” He’s so silly you thought to yourself. He also really knew how to whoo you over with his words and sweet acts of love. You turn your head back to the front and hear him let out a low chuckle, causing you to grin.

He’s looking back to reverse out of the parking spot. His right hand is on the back of your seat, closing the gap between you. His face is a few inches away from yours looking behind, concentrated on keeping this ride home safe. You gulp, feeling the tension rise in the two seater. Placing the car into drive, he turns out and leaves the parking lot. You love the way he drives, it’s always a smooth and pleasant ride. The way he steers the wheel is always so attractive and satisfying. Palming the large wheel with his skinny long hands, releasing it smoothly to return back to its original state. You could watch him go on and on just driving around. 

“What do you wanna do when we get home baby?” Eyes focused on his hands whilst his are on the road, you snap back to your consciousness. Looking at his face that was beautifully illuminated by the light casted down by the moon. Wow, he’s so handsome you thought to yourself.

“Mmm.. I don’t know. I think I’m just gonna take off my makeup, shower, brush my teeth.. and get in bed with you.. And sleep till dawn in your arms.” that was all you could probably come up with. It was reasonable at best since it’s already pretty late. You bite down on your lower lip as he quickly looks at you from his peripheral vision.

“You don’t wanna watch a movie or anything before sleeping? I think we have time to squeeze in a short movie before snoozing,” You shook your head No. Thinking about what dress to wear and what to do with your hair for the date earlier made you exhausted. Thinking about doing anything else besides sleeping and being with your husband exhausted you. You just wanted to be in your fluffy fresh sheets in your husband’s warm embrace. 

At the red light, he looks at you with stern, but loving eyes. Placing his large hand over your thigh, you look back at him with your mouth parted. Scanning the traffic lights for time, he leans in, kissing your juicy glossed lips. You could feel yourself getting stimulated when he started to slowly stroke your thigh up and down gently, tracing circles onto your skin with his thumb. You squeeze your legs together, slightly trying to resist rubbing them or he’ll know what you truly desired that night. Looking back, the light’s green and you parted away from the kiss first.

“Mm.. The light’s green by the way!” Playfully you alert him to start pressing the excelerator to not cause traffic for other cars. His eyes filled with sin and lust, turning his head back and pressing on the pedal.

“Oh, right.” You can’t help but giggle as he paused for a moment. His hand was still on your thigh until he started to speed up, placing both hands on the wheel for more control. You knew what you were getting into, as he switched lanes trying to get home as quick as possible. He snuck in peeks through the mirror to glance at you, looking at your beautiful face that shined in the moonlight. Sometimes his glances looked down to see your exposed plush thighs. Almost home, he speeds up even more, surpassing the speed limit. Looking at the steering wheel, you notice something that’s staring back at you from behind the pivot.

He had a painful erection making itself known through his pants. All you could think about is how he’s racing home because of you. The thought of you in his arms right now, intoxicated his mind. You too were heavily aroused by just sharing a kiss at the red light. Not to mention, having his hand that did more than brush against your thigh as you tried not to rub them together.

Pulling into your driveway he parks and unbuckles his seatbelt. You do the same but before you could reach for the door handle, he grasps your chin and tilts you in his direction.

“I’ve been feeling so hard throughout the whole day because of you. Look how big it’s gotten just looking at you. You had me so excited throughout the whole date it was hard to cover up whenever people walked by our table. Ha.. even the scent of your perfume and glossed lips is driving me crazy. I love you so much you know that?” He’s smirking face to face with you. His heated touch still on your chin, caressing the side of your face. Exchanging a look back at him seductively, you bite on your lower lip. He too drove you crazy. 

“Then show me how much you love me.” Placing a finger on his lip, rubbing it signaling him to kiss you. He obliged and went in for a kiss which turned sloppy when his tongue was able to slip into your mouth, causing you to let out a silent whimper. 

Your tongue fought against his and collided, creating wet audible noises that were amplified in your two person convertible. Both his hands were off the wheel and moved towards your body. You sucked on his tongue to tease him, making him moan in your intimate kiss. You kissed for another good minute turning your face a flush red, until you pulled yourself off his now swollen lips, a strand of salvia connecting you both. 

You slightly get up from the passenger seat and hold onto his broad shoulders helping you stabilize yourself. He’s staring you down as you put your right leg over the console, then the left into the driver’s seat. Just slightly hovering adove him you sat on his thighs, grinding yourself on his hard clothed boner. His hands are holding your hips as you grind together, letting out subtle moans of relief. You took this time to unclasp a few of his buttons, letting his defined collarbone and chest breathe.

Peppering his face with kisses, you slowly sink down. Kissing his neck with your hot breath that tickled his soft skin, he watches you plant each kiss with his needy gaze. At his collarbone, you leave him your marks while moving down his muscular, toned chest. You watched his every reaction for each kiss you planted and each mark you made with hungry eyes shooting back at him. While you were at it, his hands had another thing in mind.

His hands moved down from your hip to under your dress. He’s fondling your ass, making you grind even harder on his cock. His hands start to linger around your warm sensitive area. He feels how wet you are by pressing his finger against the little valley of your panties, which was created due to the thin fabric separating his bare fingers from your raw pussy. You jolted when you realized he’s made his own way down there, but you continued your business while staring at him. Pressing your damp pussy on his fingers, wiggling your ass on his two slim digits on the right parts. You breathed out moans that made you pause between each kiss

His grip moved your panties to the side, giving him half of your exposed pussy to play with. While he holds your moist underwear on the side with his left hand, his right hand travels down to toy with your slick cunt. Feeling the wetness your arousal produced all over his fingers, he’s trying to prob around for your entrance. Upon finding your entry, he sticks his two fingers in at the same time. Inside your pussy, his fingers were getting sucked tightly by your gummy walls, moving at a consistent pace until he found your sweet spot. You’re squirming in his lap with your arms around his neck, your head tilted down as if you’ve surrendered yourself helplessly to him. 

Your moans and whining grew louder as well as the squelching noises your pussy created by his long fingers. He was curling and scissoring knuckle deep inside you. Poking at your sweet spot multiple times, you felt as though you were already halfway to an orgasm. You take your right hand down from around his neck and move it under your dress. Trying to find your clit, you accidentally touched his hand causing him to flinch inside you. Fighting back a whimper, you start to rub your moist swollen clit.

“You look so pretty touching yourself, knowing that my fingers are knuckle deep inside that pussy of yours.” His low voice howled in dark manner. He was snickering at you, what a tease he was. You still wanted his cock inside you though, and tried to quickly orgasm rubbing your clit faster. To which you were lucky and felt that shock similar to lightning racing through your body as your back arched, letting you release on his fingers. Wailing on top of him, you felt his cock grow harder beneath you. Trying to regain your composure, you move back a little. Giving him some space to unzip his pants and unleash his erection. 

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll touch you in places that only I know.” Your mouth started salivating when his cock popped out of that god forbid cage, that you call slacks. You secure yourself on his shoulders once more, he’s holding you up by your plush curves. His right hand jerked his cock up and down, showing you his full size that was about to be inside you. He’s groaning getting it off under you, and your patients grew thin. Shooting him a pout while holding up your dress to expose your soaked underwear that was only covering one of your flaps, he got the idea you wanted to take him right now.

Again, using his nondominant hand to pull your panties to the side before lining himself up at your entrance. His cock stroked your swollen slit, collecting your juices before entering. You take in his cock, slowly almost like you're sitting down on his dick. Feeling him expand inside you as you had his full length in, you had to sit for a moment to let you adjust to his cock. Gradually you start to rise up, but before you could fully stand tall, his right hand that’s on your hip shoves you back down. You loudly cry out a screech of pleasure as he starts moving you with his metal grip. His other hand still has a firm grasp on your panties, pulling them to the side to not intervene with your love making.

“Ngh..! I've been waiting for this.. all day. I missed y-your cock so much!” You confessed while bouncing on his tasty cock, clamping it with your tight walls. He lets out a huff as if blowing off all his steam. At this point he started to thrust back into you as you rushed up and down, creating a frothy white ring to appear around the base of his cock. 

“You’re doing so good, baby. Keep going, hngh.. just like that,” holding back on his moans, he continued thrusting upwards even deeper into you, just enough to kiss your cervix with his tip. It was getting real hot and suffocating in the car as your windows fogged up. You take your hands off his strong shoulders and start to drop the straps of your dress down. The straps brushing off your arms and next came your bra straps which also fall to the sides. The front of your dress flopped down, revealing your bare breasts and your perky nipples that stared back at him.

“Fuck.. why didn’t you take down the t-top of your dress sooner.. watching them both jiggle while you bounce on my cock is so fucking hot sweetheart..” You ignore his words and continue pleasuring yourself on his dick, returning your hands back to his toned chest. Your face became even more lewd, hearing the car creak as you continued to recoil on his cock. The windows were starting to fog up even more against the cool air on the other side of the window, creating small droplets to form. 

“…Feel so good. I love you. Y-Your cock feels so good!” Were the only words that came out of your swollen lips besides your loud heavy moans, produced by each twitching sensation you created when you rode on his dick. The overstimulation started to kick in when you started to cry out of pleasure. Your body was so exhausted from doing the work, nevertheless you kept going. Starting to feel that built up tension in your abdomen start to bubble up, you were about to cum. 

“I.. gonna c.. cum,” your eyes started to roll back as you started to come to a halt.  He started to pound up into you, making sure you’re able to chase that release of yours. Your body loosens up from tensing up, unleashing your orgasm was like popping a balloon. You came so hard it was as if you saw static that made your vision to fade, making you see black. 

“A-Ah shit.. I think I might too..” he muttered between thrusts. You both moan loudly together mixing up the sounds, the car starts to heat up even more similar to being inside of a steaming sauna. The movement from riding his cock shook the vehicle at an harsh pace, the clouded windows collected its water droplets that dragged down.

“In.. inside me. Cum..” You rambled at him to cum inside you, to which he couldn’t decline that offer. His seed was ready to spurt at the tip. With a few more rough grunts and poundings, his white sticky fluid sprayed into your pulsating walls. His cum coated your clenching pussy with his thick white cum. His semen slowly dripped out of your messy cunt and onto the base of his cock. He thrusts into you one last time to ensure that his cum was deep within you, to prevent the further mess his cock made inside you..

Both of you were panting heavily. His cock was still inside you, as if you were keeping it warm for him. You sat motionless from fatigue in his lap with your arms around his shoulders, head laying on his chest. He sits still, wrapping his hands on your back as if he was giving you a hug. You sit like this for a moment to catch your unsteady breaths. 

Breaking the tense silence he stutters, 

“We should probably head in.. it’s getting late.”

*.༄ GOJO SATORU, GETO SUGURU, NANAMI KENTO, FUSHIGURO MEGUMI, KAMO CHOSO, ZHONGLI, DILUC, KUROO TETSUROU, SUNA RINTARO, BOKUTO KOUTARO, AKAASHI KEIJI, IWAIZUMI HAJIME, SAKUSA KIYOOMI, MIYA TWINS, OIKAWA TOORU, HAWKS, KIRSTEIN JEAN, LEVI ACKERMAN, REINER BRAUN, ARTEM (ALL AGED UP/POST-TIME SKIP), and of course any of your favorite characters!!!

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[themisimagines]

oh, you hate to love me

content: inspired by succession (in terms of the drama and tension but not much else), could not be bothered to flesh out the back story so tl;dr you and artem are lawyers in rival firms and keep going head to head in court. one night you both get stuck in a lift and resolve your differences... creatively. characters: artem wing x fem!reader warnings: rough sex, name calling, semi-public sex

Another late night at work. You're coming out of the court file room, where you've been going over the evidence again and again, preparing for round two before the judge tomorrow. The only thing that's keeping you going at this point is the thought of wiping the cool expression off your rival's face – Artem Wing.

Just thinking about his face makes your temperature rise a couple of degrees from sheer anger. In the eight times you've gone up against each other in court this year, you've been evenly matched, winning an equal amount of cases. But each time, it's gotten more and more personal for you, mostly because you swear you overheard him once, telling someone on his team that he thought you were inexperienced and shouldn't have been in the courtroom at all.

And who is he to speak? You know that his parents are basically the law themselves, and it's given him all kinds of leg-ups over the years. You had to work for your position, and you're doing a damn good job of it too. Your boss promised you that if you won this case, it's a likely promotion to partner locked in. So you have to win. But first, you have to get back home and grab whatever sleep you can to pummel that bastard in court tomorrow.

But speak of the devil and he shall appear. As you're waiting for the lift, you see none other than Artem Wing emerging from another room down the hallway, nonchalantly walking down towards the lift too. You wish that the lift had arrived, so you could shut it in his face. But unfortunately, it seems to be extremely slow despite the lack of people using it, and he comes to a stop beside you, giving you a nod.

'Good evening,' he greets you cordially. You roll your eyes. He was probably schmoozing up to the judge, who is probably his godfather or something. You nod in response to his greeting.

The lift arrives and he gestures to let you in first. Who does he think he is? Does he think he's being gentlemanly for the cameras?

'You first,' you insist, and awkwardly, Artem sidles into the elevator although it seems like it physically hurts him to not let you in first. You feel rather smug as the doors close.

'So,' Artem clears his throat. 'What's keeping you here this late at night?'

'Some of us actually put in the work to prepare for our cases.' You retort. It's late. You genuinely have no energy to keep it cordial. What's with the small talk? You've never heard Artem Wing do small talk, ever.

If Artem is shocked by your tone, he gives no indication that he is, but at least it stops his painful attempts at talking to you.

The lift ride is painfully slow.

'Are we... moving?' He asks. You look up at the display, and it seems to be stuck on the 3rd floor. You press the buttons to leave, but there is no response.

'I think we're stuck,' you say, pressing other buttons, and trying to tap the intercom. The person on duty says that they will investigate the situation, and just to stay patient and wait.

'I guess we just have to wait,' you say. 'Sounds like we might be here a while.' You lean against one of the walls, sighing and closing your eyes. Artem stands uncomfortably on the other side of the lift, the distance between you both as far as possible.

You sneak a glance under your eyelids, and see him loosening his tie, unbuttoning the stiff collar of his shirt. If you had to admit to yourself, you thought him attractive on the first day you met, before he opened his mouth and absolutely destroyed your case. Those feelings were quashed pretty quickly, but sometimes you can't help but imagine what things might be like if you were working together rather than against each other. But you've also heard that Artem Wing doesn't date anyone, much less coworkers. Everyone wants to figure him out, but they can't seem to be able to.

'So what are you doing here so late?' you finally ask, just to break the awkward silence.

'The same as you, I suppose. Working on the case,' he replies.

'I thought you were supposed to be a prodigy.'

'I thought you were cleverer than to listen to unfounded rumours,' Artem dismisses you. Ouch, that stings, but you guess you deserve it after being so hostile towards him.

'Well, at least I got where I am now because I worked hard for it, not because my parents got me my first job.'

Artem's eyes widen in surprise at the accusation. His face soon morphs into a familiar one that you've seen at court, when he's raring for a good fight. Your heart is pumping through your chest like you're in court. Triumphant at having struck a blow, at having been able to shake his impassable face.

'Well, at least I don't have a chip on my shoulder,' He retorts, crossing his arms. 'What have I ever done to you?'

'I hate people like you, Mr. Wing. People who think that they're better than everyone else but who actually got where they are today thanks to other people.'

In your anger, you've moved closer and closer to him, until you are close enough that you could reach out your hand and slap that beautiful face of his.

'You are greatly mistaken about my history. I must say I'm disappointed, I thought you were better than this.' Artem shrugs. He's dismissing you. That makes you angry beyond belief, and the only thing stopping you from tearing into him is the fact that when the lift gets fixed, it's pretty obvious who did it, since there's only two of you in there.

'You're disappointed in me?' You get even closer. 'You're the one making unfounded judgements on people. I heard you that day. You said that I wasn't fit to stand in front of the judge. More like I wasn't fit to go up against you.'

'I didn't say that,' The look on his face is one of genuine surprise. From this close, you can smell his cologne, mixed in with his laundry soap and natural scent. His eyes are blue, so blue and soft. You're considering – oh, what the hell.

'Shut up,' you say, and drag him down towards you by his tie to kiss him. His lips are soft and god, does he use lipbalm? He doesn't seem sure what's happening at first, but when he realises that you're kissing him, he doesn't pull away, and instead his hands come around you to clutch you closer, searing heat through your clothes and giving you a longing for his hands to be on your bare skin instead. You bite down on his lip and he growls, just dragging you closer, hands already fumbling with the buttons of your blouse.

It becomes a game of trying to undress each other faster as your lips are still locked, tongues battling, teeth nipping and drawing blood, each trying to get the upper hand over the other, to force each other to concede. When you both finally break apart for some air, you are panting and flushed, your shirt completely unbuttoned and lacy cups of your bra peeking through, thanking whoever's up there that you wore your nice lingerie today. Your skirt has been hiked up your thighs, exposing your stockings with lace rims, held up by suspenders. Your back is pressed up against the corner of the elevator, and Artem is looming over you. He hums in appreciation when he sees you in such a messy state, but he's no better himself, trousers unbuckled and shirt pulled open. You swear you accidentally popped a button, heard it clink on the floor as it rolled away.

You help Artem free his painfully hard cock from his briefs, and in a single swoop, he hikes up your legs, holding you there between the lift walls and his solid body, chiseled abdomen looking extremely attractive from your viewpoint. He uses two fingers to peel your soaking underwear from your cunt, and gives you a hungry look.

'What are you waiting for?' You ask impatiently. The cool air on the entrance of your cunt is making you shiver. Your hips are moving of their own accord, and you long to be filled.

'I'm just enjoying the fact that I'm going to make you come again and again until you're a writhing mess around my cock,' he says casually.

You reach out and tangle your hands in his hair, pulling back hard until his throat is bared, sure that it must hurt him but he's still looking at you with that smirk on his face.

'I bet you come before I'm anywhere near satisfied,' you spit. 'Don't be so full of yourself.'

In response to that, he takes the opportunity to thrust his full length into you roughly, and you both moan in pleasure. Artem doesn't give you any chance to adjust, instead starting a ferocious pace, skin slapping against skin, slamming your back into the lift wall again and again until you see sparks of pleasure beneath your eyelids.

'Look at how wet you are for me,' Artem snarls, not letting up his thrusts. 'And you said that you hated me.'

'I still hate you,' you bite back, and to distract him, you clench your cunt around his length, tightening as you bite down on the soft part of his neck, and you feel his cock twitch – it forces him to slow down, panting as he tries to get himself under control.

'Your tricks aren't going to get me,' he struggles to say, strokes turning long and leisurely, trying to get his breathing under control, eyes closed to stave off his orgasm.

In retaliation, he reaches one hand down to drag your skirt further up and rub at your clit, and your cunt twitches even harder when you're all but crushed against the lift walls, when Artem plunges into you again and again, dragging involuntary sounds from your throat.

'Ah, ah, ah!' you whimper in time with his thrusts, clinging on and scrambling to try and keep your own orgasm at bay. His attentions to your clit are almost sending you over the edge but you can tell that its effect on your cunt is a double edged sword, and Artem is doing his best to keep going without coming himself.

'Just come for me already,' he rasps in your ear. 'I can make you feel so good.'

It's a tantalising prospect, but despite his words, you can tell that he is pleading for his own sake rather than taunting you, judging by the throbbing of his cock deep inside you.

'No deal,' you pant, dragging your nails down his back so that he arches it towards you, the lace of your bra rubbing against his chest. He looks down and that seems to give him an idea. Freeing your clit for a moment, he uses his hand to deftly unclip your bra and free your breasts, before leaning down and sucking hickeys onto the creamy flesh of your breasts, snaring your nipple in his mouth, rolling it between his tongue and teeth. The hand returns back to your clit and rubs and rubs, even as his cock continues to thrust so far into you that you can practically feel him nudging at the entrance of your womb.

All of the sensations come to a head and you can't help it. You cry out as you come, both out of pleasure and disappointment. But just as your whole body starts to shake, a blinding orgasm overtaking your entire body, you feel Artem's cock swell and grow inside you, and then the hot sensation of his cum filling you up, even as he chases the last few moments of pleasure by thrusting slowly, luxuriating in the sensation of his orgasm. His lips seek yours, crushing you to him in a final gasp.

When he finally lets you down onto the floor again, your legs feel like jelly. The intercom suddenly blares to life. They managed to fix the problem, so the lift should be back in action in the next 15 minutes or so. You both scramble to get your clothes back on in some semblance of normality.

When the lift doors ding open, the security men are profusely apologising for the inconvenience, and you and Artem say that it's alright, that it's just late, you want to get back. You feel Artem's cum dripping from your cunt down your leg, a slick memory of what just happened.

You both walk to the carpark, and Artem insists on walking you to your car.

'Well, this is me. Goodnight,' You say awkwardly. He's standing there as if he wants to say something but doesn't quite dare.

'You know,' he clears his throat. 'My car is just over there. I've never really sat in the backseat that many times, but to my understanding it fits two grown adults quite... comfortably.'

'Mr. Wing, are you inviting me to have sex in your car?' You ask disbelievingly. His face turns red and he doesn't want to meet your glance.

'Well... I just thought... It doesn't have to be my car. But if you wanted to do that again...'

'Mr. Wing, I intend on going home and getting a full 6 hours of sleep before court tomorrow, and after I defeat you in court and win the case for my client... well, I don't have any plans on the weekend. I might be able to fit you in.'

'Of course,' he coughs. 'But so... there might be a next time?'

'I'll think about it.' You wink at him, and get into your car.

He taps your window, and you roll it down.

'By the way,' he says. 'When I said I thought you were inexperienced, that was taken out of context. I said that it was incredible you could beat me despite not having that much experience. I could have phrased it better, I know, but –'

You cut him off with a kiss. Somehow, it's comforting to know that wasn't his intention all along.

You drive off, and in the rearview mirror, you watch as he gives a small smile. You can't help but smile too.

[nanamiluvs]

a gentleman by heart !

pairings : nanami x reader, gepard x reader, artem wing x reader

rating : mature to explicit

wc : 1.4k

tags : reader is afab but no pronouns used, lots of kissing, established relationship, creampie, kinda rough sex, desperation, size difference if you squint, just a quick drabble abt these men

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sexually reserved men who become feral once they get your consent.

he's a gentleman in every sense of the word. he holds doors for you, buys you flowers, remembers trivial details about you- the perfect man one could ever dream of. it's not a surprise he doesn't touch you often, he would hate to make you uncomfortable. even his touch is gentle, his large hand lingering on the small of your back to guide you through the crowd. tall, handsome, kind and strong- what more could you want from a man?

sexually reserved men who, at first, would never suggest intimacy. it's a gentlemanly act, but a result of his shyness at the same time. it's almost like he's refraining himself.

he brings your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles as his eyes stare into yours, so soft. you feel how much he loves you by any and every action of his, how can a man be so perfect?

he excuses himself as he thinks you didn't notice the bulge in his pants nor the slight blush on his cheeks. it's frustrating at this point, why won't he just initiate something else instead of adjusting himself and pretending nothing is happening? you feel dared to make him come out of his shell, to finally do something out of his gentlemanly persona. well, it's not exactly a persona, he's really just that perfect. but you're almost sure there's also something else hiding beneath the waters.

his hand brushes against your knee as he drives, a fleeting touch, one hand firmly gripping the steering wheel when the other just shy of touching your leg. so you grab his hand and place it on top of your thigh, expecting him to blush and pull his hand back.

and he gulps and fucking squeezes the flesh. he runs his hand up and down on your thigh, like he was waiting for your sign to do so. no words are exchanged as his hands moves closer and closer to your core and returns to the base of your thigh once again. you clench your thighs together, not the type of touch you were expecting from your gentle boyfriend but one you were very welcoming of.

you should've guessed it was merely a starting point.

his touches only get more and more daring as time goes on. you give him an inch and he takes a mile. you two haven't discussed this subject openly at all, yet you both knew how his hands started reaching lower when they were on you, more free. you wwante even more.

so finally, when you told him that you wanted him to take you, he was not as surprised as you would expect him to be.

"i know," he says, his hands on each side of your hips as you were seated on his lap. his eyes stare into yours before giving in and hiding his face in the crook of your neck, "and i want you too. i need you so bad-" his sharp breath hits your skin and you almost feel the inner conflict he has going on.

that's why you cup his cheeks and look into his eyes. "then take me. make me yours."

he wets his lips. "i'm afraid i won't be able to let you go if i do so."

when you respond by simply pressing your lips against his, it's like a switch has flipped. his hand comes up to grab the back of your head as he flips you over on the couch, your body trapped underneath his. his eyes are filed with passion and desperation as his lips claim yours with fervor, taking your breath away and making your hands cling onto the collar of his dress shirt, pulling him closer.

he parts away, breathless as he kisses you once again. you don't know when he takes you into his arms and when he drops you on his bed, too focused on his lips and touch to notice. "you're beautiful," he whispers as he unbuttons his shirt, eyes reveling in the sight of your disheveled hair and flushed state.

you truly were the prettiest thing he had ever seen.

he's on top of you and his lips reunite with yours, shirt discarded on the floor before his hands tug onto your top, silently begging to get it out of the way. you let him do so, and his kisses trail down to your neck when he gets rid of the fabric. your hands grab his soft hair as he sucks on the sensitive skin, low moans escaping his lips from how much he wants to do this with you. the sounds you make goes straight down to his member.

soon, both of your clothes are discarded and his hand continues to fondle your breast, pinching and pulling the hardened bud between his digits while his mouth laches onto the other. he's gentle yet so rough at the same time, not giving you the time of the day to breathe. his mouth so wet and hot against your skin, he pulls away with a pop, panting as he, not even once, breaks eye contact with you.

his dick aches at the sight of your bare pussy, glistening with slick and looking just so pretty in his ehes. he leans in, to your surprise, his tongue licking a wet stripe across your slit. he delves in, he may not be very experienced but he's quite the quick learner, memorizing every single sound you let out to his movements. he soon has you tugging on his hair, pulling his head impossibly closer to your drenched cunt, riding out your orgasm in waves as he licks you through it. he grind his own bulge against the bed, chasing some friction on his needy cock.

sexually reserved men who are just so big and thick that you gasp at the sheer size of him when he takes the final layer off. your hand is not enough to accommodate his girth, and he's so hard since the visions he played in his mind were nothing compared to seeing your naked body. "i love you," you say as your arms wrap around his neck. he smiles against your lips and repeats the phrase before gently kissing you.

but you're not even sure if that thing can fit inside you.

that's why you're panting and moaning against his shoulder, his length sliding inside of you inch by inch. it's too much, you whimper, i can't take it.

sexually reserved men who whisper in your ear after leaving another mark on your neck, "you can. do it for me."

you sigh when you get used to his size filling your walls, every prominent vein you feel grazing against you, and he starts moving. he's so gentle at first.

yet that turns into relentless pounding with you screaming his name and grab onto him for dear life as he fucks you, drunk on the way your walls wrap around his dick and the way you call out to him, all thoughts about manners thrown out the window. he swallows your moans with his mouth against yours, kissing you as rough as he's having you.

sexually reserved men who grunt as he thrusts inside, even deeper than before with his long fingers rubbing your clit, sending you over the edge as you start begging him. you don't even know what you're begging for, it just feels too good and you don't know what else to do besides to take whatever he's giving you.

he whispers in your ear, telling you how much he loves you, how beautiful you are, how well you take him and how good you are for him, his words filled with so much love, how he wanted to do this for so long. it doesn't take long for you to cum again, milking his cock as he speeds up, your added slick making it easier to slide in and out.

he was going to pull out before he hears your words telling him to fucking come inside, eyes snapping up in shock before shutting down as his cock completely disappears inside your cunt and he can't hold back anymore. you feel hot ropes of cum fill you up to the brim, so full and warm that you couldn't think of anything else for a moment.

sexually reserved men who immediately check up on you after the high wears off, asking if you're alright or if he had hurt you. you pant and tell him no, you're just too fucked out to talk.

only when he leans down to kiss you could you feel his still-hard dick press against your thigh.

"...already?!"

"...i-i apologize."

nanami, gepard, artem

inspired by that one nanami twt <3

[usagi-lilac]

How to break a dom

(MDNI, nsft. Too spicy for young eyes)

(Lucifer, Satan, Diavolo, Artem, Marius, Gojo, Nanami, Zhongli, Kaeya)

a lot of strong, "dominant" men have a concrete idea of what they like in bed. It aligns with their firm values and high standards of themselves. Societal norms often dictate people's assumptions about these men, and so everyone around them begins to expect that same behavior and act accordingly. They end up internalizing those judgements based on how people respond. For example "He's protective, he's stubborn, he's powerful, he's got to be a Dom". And so..those assumptions guide their experiences, because sex isn't a solo act. All of their sexual experience backs up the "Dom" narrative when their partner is expecting that of them, and presumes a submissive role. expecting to be bossed around, guided, moved into whatever position he wishes, and actively longing for it. If his partners all fulfill the notion of his "ideal" dominant self as desirable...it starts to become the fantasy. It becomes a straightforward dopamine rush. We chase after the praises that we've tasted once before.

But if you want to drive him truly crazy..break that algorithm. Nothing makes a genuinely strong man with good self esteem weaker at the knees than an equally strong partner who ignores all of those assumptions.

A partner who's not afraid to talk back, to take control, to be just as confident in theirself. Brazen and bold and unafraid of consequences.

It's almost as if some barrier is broken, a wall crashes down, when they realize they don't have to put up a front. They realize there is more to pleasure than a repetitive act...the tables do turn. it's a whole new world.

Back him up to a wall when he's not expecting it, one knee glides up between his things to rest against his bulge. Let the warmth of your body drive him crazy as you kiss him slowly and passionately. Lead him by the tie and sit his fine ass down on the nearest flat surface. Climb onto that lap and straddle those thighs.

Get on top. Drag your tongue from his collarbone to his jawline, with one hand holding the back of his head- fingertips at the nape of his neck and thumb grazing the curve of his jaw, guiding it upwards. The other hand placed firmly on whatever surface is behind him. Grind against him slowly, mercilessly, while nibbling at his ear, nuzzling into his hair, leaving kisses on his neck like a sweet, tender peach. Surround him in your scent...and then make him wait. Let him tremble. Let him grasp at your clothes in a silent plea for more. Let him buck his hips in anticipation.

It would be a whole new world.

[valkyrayn]

(This is rice-hime again. For Artem this time.)

Ok but like??? That man is so fine, and I know (and we know from some cards) that he is so repressed, I want him to snap until he just fucks y/n until he's pussydrunk. I think Artem is also the kind to accidentally mark you – biting really hard on the junction of your shoulder when he feels your pussy spasming against his cock and milking him. Biting your thigh cuz he can't help but groan when he's about to eat you out and see your pussy twitching at him as an invitation.

Mannnnn I need to write more Artem. Feral Artem. We need more Artem content.

Val I swear I want to write only 2 sentences. It just gets out of hand jakdshfads.

most of brainrots of him is him being so repressed and completely losing it once he gets a taste of that pussy. mans be horny as fuck, having to hold all that in for so long. and once he finally has you, he’d fuck you until his balls are emptied.

i want to see him become so unhinged and insane over how fucking horny he is—that you had to beg him to slow down FUCK yes we need more feral artem content please

and also lmao same but now you got me writing whole paragraphs 😭

[andraxicated]

Artem wing x detective! Reader quickies at the crime scene. Very unprofessional but they just can’t help themselves 😩🥴

tw: fucking at a crime scene, creampie, unprotected sex, risky Artem

a/n: I have to admit I don't play tot and genshin anymore hshshshs. because I hit the endgame in both games and everything I do is so repetitive like leveling characs, daily tasks, the content in general, etc.

I apologize for this super late writing anon :(( You get to bonk me with a baguette for this.

Artem considers himself to be on the right path in terms of his morals. But when you suddenly came over into his life, he had been recently questioning himself if he was still doing the right thing.

Because it is definitely not ethical to be having a tent in his pants as you talk away about the clues found by the forensic team or the maid's testimonies about the robbery that happened.

His blue eyes scan the entirety of the area. The house is a mess with shattered windows, broken vases, shelves missing something expensive—and the inviting expanse of your skin by the collar—

Artem momentarily coughed, a blush appearing on his cheeks. You raised an eyebrow, asking if he's alright but he nods anyway as he motions for you to continue.

"As I was saying, some of the maids' testimonies do not match so we need to interrogate them further..." Your voice drifts off in his consciousness. Artem remembers the steps you took in front of him and how your pants had shown the outline of your underwear. And he also bashfully recalls how both of you spent the night together before, your moans of his name like a mantra in his head.

"Artem! Artem~ Hnghh, I love you." You moaned, leaving bite marks all over his neck as he fills you up below.

He feels like a fucking pervert yet it turns him on even further.

"Artem Wing! What is happening to you?!" Your voice pierces through his daydreams, the tone a stark contrast to your lovely moans.

Artem's cheeks are tinted pink, eyes clouded with memories, and both of his hands clasped together right above his crotch as if he's hiding something.

"What are you doing?"

He could only pull his coat closer to his body to hide the bulge that's been begging to be freed.

With an awkward cough, he replies, "I find myself uncomfortable in this environment. It's too dusty, let's go now-"

"You mean to say you're horny?" "(y/n!)" Artem suddenly clasps a hand over your mouth, his face burning red from your vulgar words. Naturally, the coat flails off what he's been trying to hide and there you see the obvious tent right in his slacks.

The feeling of his dick is still fresh inside your body. Your then pussy jumps and aches for her counterpart as you remove his hand and tell him what he wants to hear.

"Fuck me right here"

"No" He looks at you like you've grown a head or two. Shaking his head furiously as he dismisses the idea of fucking you at a crime scene.

"I've sent everyone away besides, isn't it more thrilling doing it here? Think of it as a one-time thing, it's too risky to do it any other time so...we'll take this chance right now." You whine, pulling on his hand to try to convince him as Artem contemplates whether to listen to his rationale or horny.

"Please?" You give the best puppy eyes you could make, hoping it'll remind him of the look you give him when begging to put it inside your mouth.

And it did.

Artem moans, trying his best to lower down the volume but the feeling of being swallowed whole by your pussy has him letting out the most gorgeous sounds you ever heard. "Nghhh, (y/n) fuck. I-I thought you'd just suck me off." He groans against your neck, pushing your back flat against the wall with each thrust.

He didn't dare to look down or else he'll combust too quickly. Well, he really had to finish early since it was a quickie but Artem just couldn't get enough of the feel of your pussy sucking him in. You're wet and it's so easy for him to glide inside your walls to which you let out little moans that get swallowed up by his kisses.

"Isn't this better?-ahh. Y-you feel so good, Mr. Wing." You tease him by moaning his title which spurs him on to pump faster, wiping the grin off your face as he repeatedly hits your special spot.

"W-wait Artem! I'm gonna-" You try to push him off in a panic, fearing that your mixtures will fall to the floor with no cloth to wipe in sight. "Gonna cum!" You whine, mouth opening in ecstasy as you spasm and release around his cock.

You look back at Artem and see he's flushed as hell, lip bit and bangs falling around his face. He's focused on the view of his cock entering your hole, looking like a man on a mission as he fucks you into the wall.

"Love, I'm gonna release inside you, I'm sorry." He apologizes even though he secretly loves the feeling of cumming inside your pussy.

But before you could reply, a knock resounds on the front door shooting both of your eyebrows up in shock. "Mr. Wing? Ms. (y/n)? Are you guys still there?" You look at Artem in a panic but he seems to not mind anymore, too pussy drunk to care about professionalism.

You realize they'll get suspicious if you don't reply so you try your best to stabilize your voice in an attempt to speak.

"Yes!" You breathe out as if you'd run a marathon. "We're still discussing-!" Artem thrusts particularly hard, making your mouth 'o' shaped as your voice stops.

"Fuck fuck fuck I'm cumming. You better take all of this, don't let a single drop or we'll get caught."

You do hope the cutoff of your voice didn't sound too suspicious as Artem fucks his cock back into you as quickly as he can before moaning without a care about the team right outside. You had to cover his mouth as you squint, feeling the onslaught of liquid inside you.

The softening length lightly thrusts again to push some of the cum back inside. You're overstimulated and embarrassed, post-nut clarity hitting you like a truck yet it didn't seem to settle into Artem yet.

"So so good..." He whispers, seemingly wanting to get a round two but you stop him with a reminder of where you are.

"Artem put me down. They're looking for us."

"Who?"

Your eyes widen, finding his lust-filled haze amusing and scary. "My team? We're still at a crime scene."

Artem then stills, realizing that he's still inside of you and that what he had done is very very unprofessional.

But, fuck professionalism if it meant seeing you walk funny because his cum is resting inside you.