Keep Me Comfortable
Well. Here it is folks, it’s been a quick month hasn’t it? This is my final fic for this month. It’s been a wild ride (or a few wild rides if you know what I mean). This one if for my Artem loving friends, I hope ya’ll enjoy.
Kinktober 2021. Week Four
Artem Wing x MC/Reader
Word Count: 4.1k
NSFW. Only read if 18+
Tags Below the Cut
Warnings/Tags: Cockwarming, Begging, Edging, Orgasm Control.
Artem’s eyes rarely left his work. The stacks of files in front of him, the computer still on, a cup of coffee rapidly cooling off as he worked. He’d been there for a long time already settling down at his desk inside his home office early that morning, despite it being firmly into the afternoon now.
A few times you’d made an attempt to get his attention, although most of these attempts had been in vain. With Artem explaining that he was busy, he’d come out soon, he’s still working. Every attempt met with another excuse for why he couldn’t leave.
His work rarely bothered you, you were proud of his dedication to his work, his strong work ethic, his desire to do the best he can. Despite all that however, you still missed him, still craved that time and attention from him. You’d get it in time, you knew that. Still, you never liked waiting.
Sipping on your drink your eyes wandered towards Artem’s home office. Through the door left slightly ajar you could see Artem hunched over his work. A file in his hand and a pen in the other. His brow furrowed in deep thought.
Looking at the clock you counted the hours he’d been working without a break. He probably wasn’t even paying attention to the time. Eyes turning back towards the office, you wondered how hard it would be to convince him to take a break. Maybe you could find something to convince him.
You weren’t a particularly good cook, that was Artem’s strength. So food wasn’t going to convince him. His work was too important for him to consider going out of the house to do something either, he wouldn’t want to be away that long.
There was always that other thing. You thought to yourself. The chances of it working were not guaranteed by any means, but it could work. And if it did work, well, you couldn’t complain about what the outcome would be.
Getting up from your seat you walked towards Artem’s office, stopping in the doorway. Artem didn’t seem to notice your footsteps, his eyes never leaving the file in front of him.
Leaving the doorframe you entered the office, finally your presence grabbing his attention. Artem lifted his gaze from the file to look at you, you stopped next to him, your hand resting on his forearm.
“Think you could take a little break?” You asked, purposely keeping your voice low, trying to slip in a bit of suggestion into your words.
However, Artem seemed unaffected by your tone. “I’m nowhere near a good stopping point yet.” He said. “I’ll take a break later.” Biting your lip you readjusted your position, your hand trailing up his arm. Slowly and with as much intention as you could fit.
“Not even a short one?” You leaned in close, trying to catch his gaze.
“There’s still a lot to work out with this case.”
“Are you sure you can’t stop for just a moment?” You said, your fingers tracing the curve of his jaw, trying to turn his face to you. “I miss you.”
Saying that seemed to trigger something in Artem. His eyes finally meeting yours. You batted your eyes, fingers trailing down his neck and Adam's apple. Stepping closer to him to make your want obvious for him.
“I really can’t stop now.” Artem said, his hand reaching for yours. Still you didn’t lighten up on the intensity of your gaze.
“Please?” You asked. As you watched Artem bite his lip you could see the thoughts moving in his head. Leaning in close you tilted his chin towards you. Kissing him, purposely nibbling on his lip. Pulling away just barely an inch you kept your eyes on him. Trying to make your desire clear. Artem looked to the file on his desk, then to you again.
“I guess I could spend some time with you.” Artem said. You grinned, pulling on his hand to get him out of his chair. However he didn’t move, staying put. Pulling on your own hand he brought you closer to him. “I still need this work done.” Artem said, his voice lowering in tone.
Your brow raised, only noticing Artem’s free hand as his fingers ran along the hem of your bottoms. Your eyes widened, looking up at him. “Wait, I thought-”
“This is what you want isn’t it?” Artem asked, looking up at you. “You wanted me didn’t you?”
“Well yes but-” You weren’t quite sure what he was getting at, you’d expected to grab his hand and drag him towards the bedroom. Just as you had the last time you’d attempted this strategy.
Artem’s grip on your hand made it pretty clear that’s not what was going to happen. He seemed to have another idea. “I can give you what you want. But I do need to do this work.”
“So how would we-” You were cut off by Artem’s free hand moving away from you waist. You watched his hand descend lower towards his pants zipper, you hadn’t even been paying attention, if you had you would have seen how he’d already gotten half hard purely from your suggestion. One hand still holding yours, you watched him hold his suck in a breath as he stroked himself. Just the mere sight of it already making your face hot and your core begin to ache.
Removing his hand from his cock he returned to your waist, urging you to pull down your bottoms. You gave him a confused look, unsure of what exactly he was planning.
“Artem.” You started.
“Just follow my lead.” Artem said. “Trust me.” Staring at him for a moment you decided to take his word for it, dragging down your bottoms past your thighs and kicking them off. “Come here.” Artem said, motioning towards his lap.
Hesitant, you followed his directions. Straddling his hips with your core hovering just above his length, Artem holding your hips in place.
“Now.” Artem said, his voice a firm whisper. “I need to get this work done. I’m on a deadline.” You were about to speak again before Artem stopped you, his grip on your waist tightening. “However, in the meantime. There is something you could do for me.”
Silent, you tried to determine what he was talking about. The realization dawned on you as Artem’s thumb ran over your hip bone. Your mouth opening to a silent ‘o’.
“Think you can do that for me? If you’re good, I’m sure I can get done with this work fairly fast.” You nodded. Artem smiled back at you, his expression soft and loving as he helped you sink down onto him.
His cock fully sheathed inside you it was impossible to not give the smallest of moans. Your arms around his neck to hold him close. Your legs shifting to dangle off the sides of the office chair under the armrests.
“Mm.” Artem groaned, just barely loud enough for you to hear. “Now stay still, just like this. Keep me warm,”
Nodding again, you pressed your face into his neck. Inhaling the scent of his light cologne, a hint of the shampoo he uses from his hair right beside your face. Inside you, his thick length was stretching your walls, the stretch nothing less than pleasant as you fought against the urge to move against him.
Once you’d settled like this in his lap Artem returned to his work. Pulling his office chair close so your back was pressed against the edge of the desk. Behind you you listened as Artem lifted the file up and took his pen in his other hand.
You avoided keeping track of the time, knowing that every minute that passed was making you only more impatient. Your patience was being held onto by threads, your eyes closed against his neck. You could stay like this as long as you needed to, but that didn’t mean you wanted to.
Artem continued his work without much of a word, sorting through files and reading documents, turning to his computer from time to time to check databases and answer emails. The usual work you were used to him doing. Although never in a position like this.
How he could remain so composed was a mystery to you. Still working just as diligently as he would otherwise. All while your body was all but forcing yourself to move with him inside you.
Your breathing hot and heavy against this neck you could feel his pulse in his neck. Despite his calm appearance his heart was racing, beating faster than you would have expected from him. Clinging to him tighter you heard him take in a sharp breath.
Artem’s hand rested on your lower back. His voice a whisper against your ear. “Stay still.”
You nodded. Doing your best to keep still, trying to bite back the yearning ache starting to spread throughout your whole body. Artem’s hand left you, returning back to his work, as did his attention.
Every second felt like hours like this, your need only intensifying as you stayed there, but all you could do was wait and pray for him to finish his work, or for him to lose his composure. Whichever one came first.
Long after you’d stopped paying attention to the time you felt a shift. Your eyes opened, listening to Artem closing the files in front of him, pushing them away. One hand checking his computer, and his other settling on the small of your back.
“It looks like I’ve reached a stopping point.” Artem said, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. You lifted your head, looking at his face, his eyes scanned the computer screen one more time before determining he was finished. His full attention returning to you.
“You’re all done?” You said.
“For now.” Artem answered. “Until there’s more for me to do.” His hand went back to holding your hips. Keeping you from moving just yet. Leaning forward towards you. “You did very well, keeping me comfortable.” Artem whispered into your ear.
You kept calm, not wanting to get too ahead of yourself. But in your eyes you beg for him to let you move, to move you, anything at all.
He seems to notice this, looking right into your eyes. “And I think you deserve a reward, for how well you’ve done.”
You nodded furiously, Artem’s own smile matching yours.
Artem urged you to move from his lap, in the process his cock slipping out of you, the sight of it wet with your arousal intensifying the ache inside you. It seemed to have the same effect as Artem as he stood after you. His hands first going to your top, his hands reaching underneath to pull it off of you.
Stopping for a moment his gaze went to your eyes. “May I?”
“Yes, please.” You said, within seconds your shirt was pulled over your head and thrown to the floor, the same result following with the rest of your remaining clothes. Your hands pulling on the hem of his sweater Artem’s clothes joined yours as a pile on the floor next to the desk. Your grin widening at the state of the two of you.
Pushing his files to the edges of his desk. Some falling off the sides and onto the floor below. Turning you around Artem bent your top half over the desk. Your chest pressed to the cool tabletop.
Behind you Artem held you in place with one hand, taking his cock in the other. Your wetness on him the perfect lubricant to stroke himself. A pleasant moan passing his lips as his thumb slipped over his tip.
Stepping closer you whined as Artem’s cock prodded at your entrance, you yearned for the feel of him again. That pleasurable stretch to fit him, the sensation of his hands on you, holding you, touching you. You wanted that so badly.
“Artem please.” You whispered. “Please.”
“You want it?” Artem asked.
“Yes. Please.” You pleaded, attempting to push against him. However his hand on your hip kept you from moving.
After another painfully long moment Artem granted your wish. He entered you slowly, the sudden warmth inside you bringing needy tears to your eyes. Artem groaned above you as he bottomed out.
Wasting no time he pulled himself out of you just until his tip was left, before pushing himself right back in faster. Easily finding a pace for his thrusts as his hips connected with yours.
Moaning against the desk your hands gripped the edge in front of you, trying to find some control as he kept you bent over. Beyond your own moans you heard Artem behind you, his own moans intermixing with yours. Each one made louder by the sound of skin meeting skin.
Leaning forward Artem’s front pressed against your back, his hot breath against your shoulder his moans filled your ears, overtaking any other sound in the room. His hand resting on top of yours, interlacing your fingers together. His grip was tight as he kept you in position.
“You’re so tight for me.” Artem moaned. “Even after you kept me warm so long. You’re still so good and tight for me.” His body pressed against you he thrust into you at a new angle, bringing you to a new level of pleasure.
Open mouthed kisses pressed to your shoulder, Artem’s hand left yours, reaching underneath you. Taking a breast into his hand, his thumb and forefinger lightly pinching your nipple. A whine coming from your lips he massaged the mound of your breast.
Kisses spread across your shoulders and back as he stood back straight. The hand on your chest giving one last squeeze before drifting to your lower back.
“Artem-” You cried, voice punctuated by your moans. “Artem please.”
Artem’s voice was soft, despite his hard and quick pace. “What do you need, sweetheart? Tell me.”
Struggling to find your words, you answered slowly. “More, more please.” Artem’s hand holding your waist held you tighter. A grip so tight you’d for sure have bruises there later. Smiling Artem quickened his pace, going deeper than he’d been ramming into you previously.
Even louder moans left you with each motion. His cock inside you hitting spots that made you see white, knees under you already beginning to shake from the pleasure.
“How’s it feel?” Artem asked, his voice giving away how breathless he was.
You searched for words, every second your mind growing hazier. “It’s so good.” You said, forcing your words out. “Please don’t stop.”
Swooping down, Artem kissed your neck, his arms pulling you up to wrap around your waist and across your shoulder over your collarbone. His body pressed against yours you held to his arms for support.
Your head fell back, resting against Artem’s shoulder, moans spilling from your lips uncontrollably. Every sound from you encouraged Artem to go faster, to thrust up into you harder and more intensely.
With every second you were growing closer to your climax, so overwhelmed with pleasure that it was getting hard to keep yourself in control.
“Artem I can’t- I-” You attempted to say, struggling to find the words you needed. Artem didn’t slow his pace, pulling you closer to his body.
“Not yet.” Artem said. “I’ll tell you when you can finish sweetheart.”
You whined, forcing yourself to keep it together. “I don’t think I can I-”
“You can.” Artem said. “Just wait.” You nodded, biting your lip. Artem continued, his hot breath against your neck and shoulder. His hand moved to grab your breast, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.
Your eyes shut tightly, your knuckles were white from gripping Artem’s forearm. Your self control was in shreds as you held on with every ounce of control you had left. However you weren’t sure you could keep it up anymore. Opening your mouth to speak again.
A phone ringing snapped you out of your haze. Artem behind you had stopped moving, fully inside you still. The climax growing in your core dissipated as soon as he’d stopped his ministrations. Glancing at his phone on the edge of the desk you noticed Celestine’s number on the screen.
“Artem?” You asked weakly, trying to look up at him. Artem briefly turned back to you, whispering into your ear.
“I need to answer that.” He said, reaching for the phone. You whined trying to look him in the eye. Artem’s arm around your waist moved to your back gently pushing you back down onto the desk. In that same motion he’d pulled out of you entirely. A soft cry passing your lips. “Shh.” Artem whispered. “Keep quiet. I’ll make this quick.”
Nodding you held back your complaints as Artem answered the phone. “Hello? Yes I have a moment.” Vaguely you heard Celestine’s voice through his phone, although you couldn’t determine what she was saying. “You read over the notes I sent you, correct?” Artem said, pulling up his desk chair he sat behind you. His free hand grazing over the curve of your ass.
Biting your tongue you stopped yourself from making any sounds. Artem talked on the phone with his typical professional manner. Calm and thoughtful, thinking of every detail as he discussed the case he’d been working on. All the while, his fingers ghosted over your core. The graze of his forefinger against your clit nearly making you gasp. Artem’s eyes shifted up to your face, reminding you to keep quiet.
“I can meet with the clients tomorrow.” Artem said. “But as I see it now, this case is cut and dry.” Artem’s finger began slow strokes around your clit, using your hand to cover your mouth you fought back every urge to make noise.
His thumb taking over the motions on your sensitive nub Artem pushed his pointer and middle finger between your folds and into your core. First, going slowly he pistoned his fingers in and out of you, soaking his fingers with your slick.
“I’m not concerned about the opposition.” Artem said, still professional despite his fingers knuckle deep inside you. “Their argument is weak, and we have more than enough evidence from witnesses to discredit their points.”
Artem’s fingers moved methodically, making sure to focus right on your g-spot. His eyes watching your strained expression as you forced yourself to be quiet. He savored every one of your expressions, the flush of your face, the neediness in your eyes as you watched him. His cock twitching as you cried silently, shifting your hips to get him to push his fingers deeper.
“I could come into the office early tomorrow. So we can discuss it before the client meeting.” Artem said, positioning the phone between his ear and shoulder. His now free hand taking a handful of your ass.
Again you felt your climax quickly rising in your body. The focus on your g-spot and clit bringing tears to your eyes, holding back your aching need to finish. Artem didn’t want you to finish yet, and even if he did there was no way to keep yourself quiet.
“Yes that’s fine.” Artem said, noticing the growing need in your body. “We can meet in my office. Then we can go out to meet the client.” You were growing closer to your edge, and at this point you weren’t sure if you could control it. “I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll review the files once you send them.” So close. You were so close. It wasn’t going to be possible to hold yourself back.
Just as quickly as he’d put his fingers into you he pulled them out. Removing his hand from you entirely. The overwhelming desire fading again as you pressed your face into the desk. Artem smiled as he admired his fingers, drenched in your arousal. Separating his fingers he admired how they shined in the light.
“Alright. Have a good evening Celestine. Goodbye.” Artem hung up the phone. Setting it back down onto the table. You watched as he stuck his fingers in his mouth, licking them clean.
Artem stood up and leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “Very good sweetheart. Thank you for keeping quiet.” Artem stood up straight, repositioning himself behind you. “Now.” Artem started. “Do you want more?”
“Yes.” You said. “Please. Please I want more.”
That was all he needed. Soon reentering you and grabbing you by the hips. He didn’t need long to return to his original pace before the call. Now able to finally make as many noises as you wanted, your moans loud and uncontrolled.
Behind you Artem groaned, his moans coming out more as heavy breaths. Staring at your face he savored the look on your face. Mouth slightly open while you moaned, your eyes half open but hazy with pleasure. Beads of sweat slick on your bright red face.
Overwhelmed with sensation your knees shook, threatening to make you collapse against the desk. Noticing this, Artem’s hold on you tightened, keeping you right in position despite your weak body.
Already sensitive from your near climaxes, you rapidly were getting close to your edge. Your self control weak and quickly fading. “Artem, I need to, I can’t I-”
“You want to cum sweetheart?” Artem asked.
“Yes. Please, please.” You begged, holding the desk as tightly as you could.
“You really want to?”
“Yes. Yes, please Artem.” You cried out, your eyes squeezed shut.
Artem leaned forward again, hands holding yours, whispering right into your ear. “Cum for me. You have my permission.”
Pressed between the desk and Artem’s body, your orgasm ripped through you, unable to move your entire body shook as a scream escaped your lungs. Not slowing down, Artem fucked you through your orgasm, sending aftershocks through your whole body.
Weakly your body slumped on the desk, not slowing down Artem left kisses across your shoulder, your voice quieted down just to soft cries as aftershocks went through you.
Holding his breath, Artem’s thrusts started to grow sloppy, his cock twitching as he felt his own orgasm growing. Pulling himself back up he waited until the last moment he could to pull himself out of you. One hand on your hip bone his other quickly stroked himself, letting his orgasm overwhelm him. A long drawn out moan passing his lips as white ropes of his seed coated the outside of your core. Dripping down your slit and onto the floor below.
Breathing heavily, Artem caught his breath, stepping forward he dragged his softening cock across your folds to smear the white fluid across you. Sighing contently, he brought his hands under your body. Lifting you off of the desk, turning you around to face him, he pulled you against his chest, his arms around you to keep you steady.
“Was that good?” Artem whispered to you.
“Yes.” You whispered. “Thank you.”
Artem kissed your temple, still slightly slick with sweat. “Thank you, I really did need this break.” You smiled, holding him tightly. Taking another moment to hold you like this Artem hooked an arm around your knee, lifting you up.
“Artem?” You asked, legs wrapping around his waist.
“I think I can call it a night for work. Besides, I think there’s someone else I want to pay some more attention to.” Artem said. Leaving the office and heading down towards the bathroom.
Clinging to his body you smiled happily. Kissing his cheek as he carried you. Too tired to speak a full sentence just yet you let him bring you into the bathroom, setting you down on the edge of the bathtub. Artem turned on the water, checking the temperature of the water.
As the tub filled with hot water Artem gently parted your legs, using a wet cloth to wipe away the remainder of his cum from you. Gently cleaning you to not overwhelm your already sensitive body.
Kissing you gently, Artem held your face in his hand, standing up again to help you into the tub. The hot water warming your body and soothing your weak muscles. You took his hand in yours. Keeping him close.
“You should join me in here.” You said. Artem kissed the knuckles on your hand. “You should rest too.”
“Let me take care of you.” Artem said. You shook your head, pulling him closer to you.
“I want you here. Please.” Artem hesitated for a moment, looking towards the door and then to you. After a long sigh, Artem stepped back towards you, slipping into the bathtub with you. A smile on your face when you kissed him again. “Now, let me take care of you for a while.”
This time, Artem didn’t argue.
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