Fandom:Tears of Themis Reader-insert:Female Pairing:Artem Wing x reader Genre:Erotic Romance Warnings:Adult Situations | Sexual Situations | Explicit Content | Read at your own risk | Minors DNI Additional Warnings: Dry Humping | Foreplay | Facesitting | Cunnilingus Word Count: 1k+
Hardworking, diligent, Mr. Senior Attorney Artem, who doesn’t know when to stop working. Always going so far to bring home work despite your disapproving and worried stares. But lately he’s not bringing home as much work anymore nor staying at the office for unnecessary overtime.
Celestine and Rosa chalks it up to Artem finally using his time to spend time for your relationship and promptly congratulates you. Well, they’re not entirely wrong. You and Artem have been indeed spending more time together; but instead of the dates his co-workers expected, you spend the nights at Artem’s with his cock down your throat and your cunt on his face.
Pussy-drunk is the best word to describe Artem as he settles your hips over him, inhaling the scent of your cunt, anticipating your juices on his tongue. It’s his best way of destressing – you sitting over his face, all of his senses only focused on you, drowning away any thoughts he has left. If he can speak, he’d be singing praises about how you’re so wet and taste so good, but he can barely breathe as it is. All he knows right now is how to curl his tongue inside your cunt.
Artem’s so focused on you that he can’t even string any thoughts on how good you’re making his cock feel. As you bend over his leaking cock, stroking and swallowing hungrily. “Oh, you like that, love?” you’d sometimes ask, but all you get in reply is another twitch of his cock. You lift your hips momentarily over his face, letting Artem gasp in lungfuls of air. But his large hands are already grabbing you back down. “No, no, no, please, more. I need more.”
When you finally orgasm, Artem makes sure to get as much of your nectar on his tongue, the wet noises of his slurping disgustingly lewd and incredibly out of his usual composed demeanor. At this point, you’d be slowly stroking his cock, your hand already messy with his precum as you amusedly huff at how Artem bucks his hips in the air. If he could cum from just eating you out, he would. But as it is, you move off his face, straddling his hips instead.
Teasing him with a smile, running the tip of his cock over your still-sensitive folds that has you shivering. Artem can only look at you, panting, pupils blown wide in lust, a strangled groan from his throat as you finally sheathe him inside you. “We still have the rest of the night, love,” you whisper; and all Artem can do is nod, that yes, spending nights like this is definitely better than working overtime.
