Artem smut lol

Kinktober Day 1

Kinktober?

Day 1: Marking/ Hickey play

  When you walk out into the kitchen wearing a scarf around your neck, you can see the immediate frown that appears on Artem's face for a split second.

"Is there something wrong?" You ask, immediately feeling self-conscious about your looks.

  Artem's eyes go slightly wide, and he instantly shakes his head, and reassures you with a soft smile. "No, you look amazing." He answers back.

  It didn't seem like he was lying, but the way he reacted when he first saw you, it bugged you more than it should have.

  You sigh, giving your outfit a twirl before turning to face Artem again. That strange expression that seemed to convey slight disappointment was on his face again. "You know, you can be honest. I'm not going to get mad."

  You say this, but you couldn't deny how you felt a little upset at how Artem reacted to your outfit, much less, not speak about his true feelings.

  Artem looks at you, a bit dumbfoundedly, but soon you realise his ears have gone red as he turns to avoid your gaze. "It's... not what you think..." His usually sharp and unrelenting tone he used during work was nowhere to be found, and instead his voice grows quiet and you can feel the silent embarrassment radiating off the man.

  You no longer feel upset, but rather curious to what has gotten Artem so flustered. "Why, what is it?" You ask, oblivious.

  Artem looks back up and meets your gaze, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks. "It's... just that... I don't like how the scarf covers the marks I gave you."

  It takes a second for his answer to register in your mind, and Artem looks even more embarrassed as he sits nervously.

"I know it's silly and childish of me to think this way, and you don't have to listen to me. You look amazing, and I really meant it," He immediately tries to clarify after hearing your silence, and his face somehow gets even more red, the tips of ears burning with embarrassment. "Just forget I said anything." He mumbles.

  For a second, you're genuinely stunned. Should you feel flattered or not? But above all, you couldn't help the streak of laughter that follows at how silly it all was. Artem stares at you, expression of a mix of both relief and confusion as he awkwardly laughs along with you.

"Seriously?" You ask, and your hand unconsciously goes up to your neck, rubbing along the marks Artem gave you yesterday.

  Artem nods rigidly, his blush still refusing to die down. "I understand how inappropriate it is to ask of you, please, ignore what I said."

  You adamantly shake your head, even going further to unravel your scarf, revealing the purple red marks that kissed your skin, all proof of Artem's passion and love for you, displayed like jewels that trailed from your neck to your collarbone. You see the immediate bob of Artem's Adam's apple as he swallows harshly as his eyes dart around the blatant exposure of your neck.

  Now, it's your turn to be embarrassed.

"Originally, I didn't want to wear the scarf. I wanted to let everyone know that you were mine. But, I thought you wouldn't approve, so I..." You trailed off, and you realise Artem is no longer a step away, but has instead closed the gap between you, backing you up against a wall, one hand already holding your waist while the other trails along your neck, his thumb carefully brushing over each blemish of your skin, eliciting a soft sigh from you.

  Artem's hand then goes to your nape, gently pulling to crane your head back, even further exposing your neck. He licks along it, slowly going upward before he stops at your jaw, giving you a small peck before he leans into your ear, his hair tickling the side of your neck as you hear him whisper quietly.

"So... I take it we're on the same page?"

  You nod, biting your lip, a hand sliding up Artem's hair, knotting firmly into his soft locks, pulling him further into your warmth, edging him closer. "The marks have faded a bit, haven't they?" You whisper back breathily.

  Artem hugs you closer, and you can feel him smile against your shoulder, his hand gliding downward from your waist to your skirt, fingers teasing at the edge of the fabric before sliding into your bare skin, a hand hiking up your thigh, squeezing lightly at supple flesh, making you whine quietly. He leans back to look into your eyes, already growing hazy with want, scanning along your neck. "Yes... they have..."

  He answers back, as he brushes a thumb across your bottom lip, sighing in seeming satisfaction before leaning to capture them in his. You make a small noise of surprise, but that surprise is quickly swallowed by Artem as he thrusts his tongue into your mouth, the taste of morning coffee invading you.

  He quickly pulls away, however, instead turning his focus to your neck, licking and sucking along every mark he put you yesterday, renewing each and every one with vigor, making you writhe under his mouth as small whines and gasps escape from you.

  His sharp and relentless tongue in the courtroom proves to be just as potent when he kisses you on the lips again, tongue swirling to claim every part of your mouth as his, and how you're left breathless every time as you're forced to pull away to take a breather.

"You look beautiful like this..." Artem mutters in your ear, then goes back to suck another mark on your collarbone, biting hard enough to make you wince, but not to make you bleed. He licks at your wound, the hand that was still held firmly on your thigh now drawing aimless circles as he somehow finds another patch of unmarked skin, which, doesn't stay that way for long.

  As Artem presses kiss and kiss against your skin, his teeth grazing at your sensitive skin that made goosebumps raise all over you, a distant alarm reminds you that you both still had a long work day ahead. Artem groans as he presses a final soft kiss on your cheek, finally pulling away for good as he sets your leg down, sighing at the interruption of a good time.

  You can see how Artem's gaze trains onto your neck, like he's trying to commit every mark to memory, his eyes still glazed with sheer want. You knew what he wanted, and you wanted it too.

  Unfortunately you both didn't have such luxury. You tried to distract yourself by fixing Artem's crooked tie, and likewise, Artem tries to tuck some stray strands of hair behind your ear.

  And after, while Artem excuses himself to the bathroom to 'take care of things', you go to the full body mirror he had in the living room. You immediately notice the big purplish red blotch present on the side of your neck, followed by a bunch of other small marks that littered across your skin, and even teeth marks on your shoulder as you pull your shirt back.

  Artem really did not hold back. But you smirk deviously to yourself as a strange sense of pride grows and ripples through you, how these marks showed your passion for each other, and how you belong to each other, how they screamed to anyone that you were Artem's, and Artem's alone. You straightened out your shirt, tossing the scarf away. You didn't need that anymore.

  Call it unprofessional, but you didn't care. Shame, you thought, putting a finger to your bottom lip. You should've left some marks on Artem too.

Note: This is pretty rough and short, and also a few days late, but I still wanted to get it out bc I wanted to contribute

hopefully the next can be longer, not a promise tho