#zuo ran x reader
[5:35 AM] - ARTEM WING
18 hours. You have been in the office for 18 fucking hours, and at this point if you look at your keyboard for any longer you’re pretty sure you’ll become permanently cross-eyed. So, slowly standing up, hearing the cracks in your back as you stretch, you amble your way over to the coffee machine.
Just as you reach it, you can hear a door softly open, and watch as Artem strolls out of his office. You quickly brighten up, waving tiredly over to him as you lean against the counter. “Hey Artem, what brings you out of the office?” He smiles at you, turning to open a cupboard to reach for two mugs, and your heart swims with silent fondness as he sets a mug down for you to pick up.
Many wouldn’t believe the youngest senior attorney was exhausted, or even that he was capable of exhaustion, but you noticed the miniscule eye bags and undone tie like huge red signs pointing to how tired he truly was.
“I just wanted to get a cup of coffee is all.” Your brow furrows as you remember the pristine coffee machine in the corner of his office. “Did your coffee machine break, Artem? You know you could always tell Christine and I’m sure she would get a replacement for you.” His eyes seem to widen as he glances at you again, coughing into his hand as the tips of his ears turn crimson. “My machine is perfectly fine, I simply like the coffee this machine makes better.”
You cast a side glance to the coffee machine in the break room. A hunk of metal that you sometimes hesitate to call a coffee machine given the…. “Coffee” that sometimes pours out on rougher days. You raise an eyebrow. “There’s nothing like sludge to get you through overtime, isn’t that right Mr. Wing?” Your eyes crinkle with mirth at the way his throat stutters when he quickly grabs his cup and turns back around to face the coffee maker.
As you lightly chuckle and turn to begin to make your own coffee you hear your name called, echoing in the empty law firm. “I… I don’t like the coffee.” You laugh openly now, smiling at the guilty look on his face. “I could’ve guessed that from the look on your face every time you taste it.” Artem seems to suddenly find the machine fascinating, refusing to look at you in favor of fiddling with the settings splayed across the top.
You assume the conversation is over as you chuckle softly and turn away, but Artem’s voice, wrought with all the softness you can imagine, causes you to pause. “It allows me to see you more.” He says it with such a hesitation, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard Artem this unsure.
The blood rushing through your ears doesn’t allow you to answer him, and the silence that follows is deafeningly loud. He turns to face you awkwardly, clutching the mug in his hands. “I’m sorry. That was inapprop-” the feeling of horror at the realization he was going to take it back loosens your own lips.
“I like seeing you too!” Shock spreads across both of your faces as the words are blurted out of your traitorous mouth, and he quickly raises one hand to cover his own face, coughing into it as you spot the red peeking out from underneath his fingers, matching the red spread across your own face.
“Ah. I see. Well then I am glad.” As he begins to walk back into his own office you manage to compose yourself enough to finally speak again. “You don’t have to drink that anymore. You can come visit me anytime.”
The thought of Artem leaving his office just to see you still sends your heart careening through your ribcage, but you can at least get the words to leave your throat and rest in the air. He smiles as he opens the door to return to maddening case files and paperwork, and when you leave the office two hours later, you still cannot get the words out of your mind.
“You are worth it.”
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(Reader inserts) Recommendations of my favorite headcanons/imagines/fics/scenarios (I don’t own any)
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@ nxx-watson’s masterlist
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- fluff/first dates
- fluff/napping together
- fluff/comforting you
- sfw/being caught staring
- fluff/he lends you his clothes
- sfw/you faint due to overwork
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Marius von Hagen
- fluff/good morning sunshine
- sfw/childhood friends to lovers
- sfw/trying cooking
- sfw/playful s/o
Artem Wing
Luke Pearce
- fluff/push
Vyn Richter
coming soon
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Updated:13-Sep-2021
A/N: Can’t believe I’m writing for Artem.
Warnings: NSFW, PWP, reader can be not Rosa
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.
✦artem wing|[ 9:25 AM ]
you look breathtaking, artem thinks as he watches as you twirl about in the study, fixing his books and arranging them in an order that makes it easier for him to find them.
his cats methodically watch your movements, and step in when there’s a book about to fall from the shelf or from the large pile you’ve gathered.
calixta rubs against your legs and meows at you, directing your attention to their owner, who stands watching all of you as he leans on the doorway, asher cradled like a child in his arms. louis jumps onto his shoulder, and rests there, as he watches his masters interact.
“breakfast is ready,” artem says, as he leans in to kiss you, cat on shoulder and all. louis and asher meow at you for pats, as calixta asks you to pick her up, and you gladly indulge in the felines’ wishes.
the two (five?) of you make haste to eat, all the while the felines have just a single thought running through their tiny, cute heads.
it’s the happiest they’ve seen their master during all these centuries, and it’s all because of you.
✦notes; artem and cats = <3 all i want is these cats, although nora is quite adorable anyway.
- rine
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