Artem smut lol

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As Artem continues to press fervent kisses down your neck, biting and sucking for sure to be bright purple marks that will blossom later. Your hands find their way up his hair, your legs wrapping around Artem's waist tightly like he was your final lifeline.

But it wasn't enough.

Maybe it was the alcohol influencing you, or maybe you were drunk off the atmosphere, you just weren't satisfied. You wanted more.

You tug harshly on Artem's hair, making him pull off from marking your collarbone with a breathy whine. He looks at you, and you never thought you could see the day when Artem looks like such a mess, because of you. His blown out, dilated pupils that were hazy with lust and passion, a stark contrast to his usual sharp and piercing gaze, his face dyed a deep red from the alcohol, and his swollen, spit slick lips that made you want to kiss him all over, his bangs clung onto his sweaty forehead. You loved every part of it.

"Wh...what is it?" Artem whispers quietly, his previously cloudy eyes regaining some sort of clarity as he looks at you, ready to obey your every command.

You don't even think of what you're going to say. "More," You reply back. "More. I want more. I want every part of you, Artem." There's nothing more on your mind than to voice your ever growing desires, and most importantly, to see Artem, your boyfriend, now fiance, who was always calm and collected, always showing patience and restraint around you, to finally fall to pieces, succumbing to his desires.

Artem's head suddenly falls back with a groan, his hand on your thigh tightens as a breathy pant escapes him. He looks back at you, his eyes so clouded with lust that the passionate flame in his eyes may devour you whole, but there's still one semblance of restraint left, by how tightly he's clutching onto you, his clothed cock pressing hot against your thigh.

"...We're drunk... are you sure you want this?" He asks, still showing his incredible restraint. "I...I don't want to do anything you might regret..." Even after all that talk about wanting you, being on more intimate terms, even showing his possessive streak to you, to his core, Artem will never do anything that will hurt you, or if you're unwilling to. You know the moment you express any kind of discomfort, he will instantly back down and care for you, regardless of his current state.

You love that about him. It's a part of how you fell for him in the first place. But at this moment, you wanted that side of him gone.

You lick your lips, and you notice how Artem's eyes instantly lock onto the movement. You wonder, how do you break this to him in a way that makes it clear what you want?

Artem is still looking at you expectantly, and you suppose it's time to give your answer. You lean into his ear, as you breathily answer, "Artem Wing, I want you to wreck me."

Artem growls, having his last strand of restraint snap in half hearing your wishes, he smashes his lips against yours, clumsily shoving his tongue into your mouth, licking along the rows on your teeth, sweeping across the roof of your mouth, tasting the wine you drank before, it all sent shivers down your spine as you moaned against his mouth as you feel the ache between your legs grow. You suddenly feel him lift you up, all without breaking the kiss, his fingers digging deeply into your thighs, his other trying to undo the zipper at the back of your dress, and you vaguely hear the sound of things crashing to the ground as Artem blindly carries you across the room, too distracted to see what he's running into.

Artem breaks off the kiss, but you don't get a moment to catch your breath as you're thrown harshly against the soft mattress, and you smirk to yourself as you get to watch Artem struggle to get suit jacket off, his fingers fumbling to unbutton his shirt, for someone who was always so calm and collected, to see him with such impatience, it fuels you further. You find yourself watching a stray drop of sweat that slides from his collarbone along his chest, rolling over his defined abs, and you have to wipe your chin to make sure you're not drooling.