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Snowy Moscow - Artem Markelov

This is a smut for the queen DannyRicc17! If you want more things about Artem, you should definitely read her 2 fanfictions about him. She's actually the one who gave me the Markelov mania ahah. Hope you like this 💖

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You woke up with the light of day. The electric shutters had been programmed to open at 9 that morning. It was a short night, Artem and you came back from Abu Dhabi late in the night, but you were awaited at Artem's parents' home at 11h30.

Staring through the window, you hunched up a bit more under the duvet. It was snowing a lot and you could only imagine the temperature outside. After 10 days under the sun and warmth of Abu Dhabi, you weren't in a hurry go face the cold of Moscow. There was nothing you liked more than cocooning inside your apartment, just watching series in your bed, while it was snowing heavily outside. You loved Moscow but you were still not used to the climate.

Artem was still sleeping, or pretending to be. He was always a hard sleeper and you often had to wake him up yourself. He wasn't complaining, he preferred being woken up by your gentle kisses and caresses.

"Artem." You whispered in his ear, pushing his hair away from his eyes. He grumbled, snuggling against your torso to hide his eyes from the light. "Come on baby, you need to wake up." You kissed his jaw just under his ear, hoping to get a reaction from him. "We need to be at your parents' for lunch and you know how much the traffic of Moscow can be hell."

"Just another 5 minutes." He mumbled against you, his hair brushing against the skin of your neck making you giggle.

"You and I both know 5 minutes will turn into an hour. Don't you want to see your dad? It's the first family dinner since he's out of jail." You stroke his hair with your hand.

"I can't think about my father when I have the most beautiful woman in my arms."

"Always the sweet talker, mister Markelov."

"That's why you love me." Artem raised his head to have a better look on your face. With his hands on each side of your head, he raised his body to hover yours. You naturally opened your legs so he could have enough space to place himself between them.

"Yes, that's one of the many reasons why." You nodded with a smile, one of your feet gently brushing your boyfriend's thigh. He grabbed your bare leg that was teasing him, holding your thigh strongly between his fingers.

"Teasing me like that won't make me want to go to my parents' any quicker, sweetheart." Artem's head found its way in your neck, his nose brushing your skin in a sweet torture. You could feel his morning wood against your private area which made you whimper in excitement.

"Think we can blame our lateness on traffic?" You pushed your fingers through his blond hair, guiding his head to your breast, only covered by a thin silk night gown.

"That's my specialty." You whimpered in answer when his thumb rolled against your nipple through your night dress. All your senses were on alert.

Artem went up to your neck again, nibbling the skin to leave a purple mark, as his hand was still doing wonders to your breast. You were getting more and more frustrated by the piece of clothes between you and were eager to feel his hands on your skin.

You were scratching his bare back every time his thumb was touching your nipple, turning it into the most sensitive part of your body. He kissed your neck and jaw until you lips, leaving a passionate kiss. Your tongue couldn't find a better partner than his and you thought about where else on your body his tongue could do wonders. You couldn't wait for him to taste every inch of you.

Artem left your lips to go down on you. His caress against your bare legs were making you shiver, knowing what was next. He raised your night gown up to your stomach and took your wet panties off. He bit the inside of your thighs to make the excitement grow even more, noticing how ready you were for him.

"So wet for me already, babe." He blew against your core, making you raise your pelvis to express how much you needed him right now. Keeping your legs opened for him, he left a kiss on your private area, keeping up with the teasing. Your fingers clenched the sheet when his mouth started sucking on your nub. Slipping his tongue through your labia, his thumb replaced his lips on your sensitive nub. He kept licking and stroking to taste your desire for him. A wave of pleasure hit you and made you arc your back, moaning his name loudly. He licked you a couple more times to help you come down from you high.

Artem finally put away your night gown so you were naked under him, feeling both vulnerable and loved. He took care of your breasts which were demanding some attention. He was sucking and biting your nipple, pleasuring the other with his fingers. You took this opportunity to get rid of his boxers that were hiding what you were craving for.

His mouth left your torso to have a look on you. That's how he liked you best: flustered because of the effect he had on your body. With a hand between your thighs, he guided himself to your entrance, although barely sleeping his manhood through your labia. The bastard was still teasing you.

"Please." You whimpered, your core aching for him.

"What do you want Y/N? Tell me what you want." His manhood was brushing against your nub, making you raise your pelvic area for more.

"You. I want you Artem, deep and sweet."

With one last tender kiss on your lips, he entered you slowly, making you feel each inch of him. His movements were slow and deep, hitting you right where you wanted each time. The warmth of your bodies against each other was contrasting with the snow still falling over Moscow. You were in your little cocoon with the man you love. His thrusts were getting deeper and deeper, guided by your moans, and each time you thought he hit your bottom, he went deeper again. He kept kissing your face, making it a true love making moment. Your heard him swear in Russian just after you reached your high, falling on the mattress next to you.

"Definitely worth being late to the family lunch with your parents." You exclaimed, still out of breath. Your heart was struggling to calm itself.

"I love you so much."

You kissed him on the lips and found the energy to get out of bed to take a shower, quickly joined by Artem.

You arrived an hour late to the Markelov's house. It was a happy reunion with Artem's father after being accused of corruption and incarcerated for a few weeks.

"Still not punctual, my son." Artem's father exclaimed with a hand on his son's shoulder. I chuckled and exchanged a look with his mother, who smiled at me, probably guessing why you were late.

"Ah you know, Moscow traffic. Didn't get better while you were away!"

"I guess that's also Moscow traffic that gave Y/N those marks on her neck." Artem's father pointed to your neck which made you blush slightly. You got along really well with your boyfriend's family so you didn't feel much embarrassed.

Artem on the other end was avoiding eye contact with his father and came to your side like a lost puppy. Shrugging, he kissed the side of your head, under his parents' laughs. You felt at home there, with his family, in the warmth of his childhood house, watching the snow still falling over the white Moscow.