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It’s late when a knock sounds on the door to Seungcheol’s office. He’s been working for hours, a stack of graded papers to his right and a pile awaiting his red pen to his left. The poorly constructed words are starting to blur together, incorrect grammar and spelling errors blending into a jumble that makes him doubt his own knowledge of language and composition. He yanks off his glasses and rubs at his stinging eyes, one hand running through his hair as he feels his chest stretch on a deep breath.
“Come in, baby,” Seungcheol calls tiredly, grimacing at the scratchiness in his voice and reaching for his glass of water, only to find it empty.
Huh. When did he finish that?
The door opens a crack and you peek in just as he spins his chair to face you, your brows twisted up in the way they always do when you’re about to ask him to do something for you. You’re well aware he promised his students their grades by Monday so it won’t be anything time consuming, but he’s intrigued by the fingers playing with the drawstring of your pajama shorts. You don’t really get nervous around him anymore, not after eight years together, and he’d be worried if he couldn’t already tell you’re turned on.
It’s obvious, to him at least, the width of your pupils and the sheen of your skin giving you away. You look so apologetic to be interrupting him, making his lips stretch in a fond smile and his hand reach out, taking yours and pulling you closer, his grip tightening insistently when you don’t immediately climb into his lap. You huff, a fake beleaguered sigh escaping, and he brings his other hand up to skim the outside of your thigh, his thoughts calming and his vision clearing the longer he touches your soft skin. His hand falls and wraps around your knee, tugging until you acquiesce and straddle his thighs.
“What’s up, sweetheart?” Seungcheol asks as his hands smooth up your legs to press his fingers into your waist, stopping for a squeeze of your hips along the way.
“You’re not done yet, right?” you ask tentatively, your fingers playing over his chest and the fabric that covers his shoulders.
He looks over his shoulder to the pile of ungraded papers and turns back slowly with a pout and a shake of his head, “Not even close, baby, sorry.”
You pout back, your shoulders slumping and your gaze avoiding his as you search for your courage. Seungcheol can tell you’ve found it when your back straightens and your fingers clamp down on his shoulders, your breasts rising with the breath you take in. He can’t stop his eyes from dropping to track the movement, watching as the soft material of your sleep shirt drags over your nipples, stifling a groan when they pebble under the fabric.
Locking your eyes with his, you look for reassurance and he grants it, nodding his head and smiling softly at you, his eyebrows scrunching together as he waits for you to speak. “Honestly,” you stop to take a deep breath and continue in a rush, “I was looking through our texts for the recipe you sent me because I was working on the grocery list and I wound up rereading all the texts from when you were away at that conference and it made me want you really bad but I knew you were busy so I tried to take care of it myself but it just wasn’t-”
“Enough?” Seungcheol interrupts you, his voice gravelly.
You shake your head, opening your mouth to speak before Seungcheol lifts a thumb, presses down on your plush bottom lip, and asks, “What wasn’t enough, baby?”
Your whole face crumples and your body sags against his as you whine, “Don’t make me say it.”
You’re too cute for him to stay strong, his stern face breaking into a grin and his thumb leaving your lip as he wraps both arms around you and holds you tight, sliding down in his chair so you can settle further into him. This brings your hips closer to his and he nearly jumps when he feels the heat of you, searing even through however many layers of fabric are keeping you from him.
Seungcheol wants to say four but he’s starting to doubt you’ve got underwear on and he’s itching to find out, swallows the moan that rises in his throat when you begin to press kisses along his neck and lets his hands slide underneath your pajama shorts onto your bare skin.
He was right, he thinks with a shudder, sinking his fingers into your perfect ass and bringing you down onto his dick, starting up a slow grind. He’s been half hard since he realized you want him and he’s only getting harder, his cock jumping when you nearly bounce on top of him with a sharp gasp.
“Stop teasing me, please,” you whimper into his shoulder, your arms twining around his neck and your chest pressing against his. You try to speed up the movement of your hips but he tightens his ironclad grip on your ass and all you can do is take it when he starts bucking up into you, the shaft of his dick bumping into your clit with every thrust.
Seungcheol knows he could make you cum like this and truly considers it, brings you closer and closer to the edge with each drag of his hips against yours, but he knows you won’t be satisfied cumming around nothing so he somewhat frantically shifts one hand down and slides in one, two, three fingers with ease. You really had tried to take care of yourself and for some reason that warms Seungcheol’s heart, to know that even though you’d had a more than willing husband who could get hard for you with just one look, you’d taken matters into your own hands just because you knew how much work he had to do.
And now he’s thinking about you laying in bed with your fingers buried between your thighs and his name on your lips, thinking about you trying different vibrators only to toss each one away because it just can’t get you there like he can, thinking about how the fingers playing with your drawstring earlier must have just been inside you, and fuck, now his fingers are deep inside you instead and you’re writhing on his lap, your back arched and your nails sharp on his scalp. You’re getting close and Seungcheol wants to make you cum but he also wants you on his cock, though he’s not sure you can cum twice after getting so worked up. You must already be sensitive and the grinding probably didn’t help, and he could curse himself for teasing you when he should’ve been fucking you.
“Do you wanna cum like this or on my cock, baby?” Seungcheol asks, spreading your ass with the hand still squeezing your flesh so he can sink his fingers in deeper and start to scissor them inside of you. You’re cumming in the next five minutes, whether it’s with his dick or his fingers, and he wants you to be prepared either way.
“On your cock, Cheol, please, I need it,” you breathe, pulling away from his shoulder to plead with teary eyes, “Been thinking about it all day.”
“Oh? All day, sweetheart?” Seungcheol smirks, his hand leaving your ass to fumble with his sweatpants, untying them hastily and tugging them down enough to rest under his heavy balls. He’s been leaking more precum than he realized and honestly, thank God you want to cum on his cock because there’s no way he could grade anything when he’s this fucking hard.
“Yes, all day, since I woke up without you. The texts just made it worse,” you pout, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging with gentle fingers and sending shivers down his spine.
“Should’ve told me, baby, you could’ve sat on my cock and kept it warm for me and I could’ve made you cum every hour,” he teases as he pulls his fingers from you with a slick pop, bringing them up to paint your bottom lip with your wetness and lick the rest off with his tongue.
Your eyes glaze over a bit but you manage to respond, “Like you would’ve gotten any work done with me on top of you like that.”
“Got me there,” Seungcheol chuckles, wrapping one hand around the base of his dick and the other around your waist, nodding down at his lap and waiting for you to tug aside your shorts and line yourself up.
He nearly jumps when the head of his cock comes into contact with the molten velvet of your cunt, the feeling brand new even after so many years together. His head tips back onto the chair as you start to sink down, your pussy swallowing his length slowly but surely. Every time he gets inside you, it’s the second best thing that’s ever happened to him (the first being that you’d married him) and he’s sure there will never be a moment he doesn’t cherish it, cherish you.
And the best way to cherish you in this moment is to wait patiently for your walls to stop fluttering around his dick and then start pounding into you, making sure the head of his cock grazes your g-spot whenever the angle allows. But the chair keeps swiveling, moving too much for him to get the leverage he needs, so he spins around and tips you back against the desk, bracing his feet on the floor and making sure you’re steady leaning back on your elbows before fucking into you again. This position is better, gives him more space to buck in and out of you and lets you feel more secure, and the angle has him thumping the patch of nerves inside you with every thrust. He can feel you getting wetter around his dick, feel your walls opening up to let him in and then clamping down to keep him in, and fuck if he isn’t the luckiest man on earth to be able to feel you like this.
“So good, baby, so fucking perfect for me,” Seungcheol grunts breathlessly, the air in his lungs stolen by the way you’re already tightening up again, the weak whimpers escaping you, the bounce of your breasts under your shirt. He’s getting close too, his balls starting to draw up and his cock getting harder, swelling just a little bit bigger inside you. He should’ve known he wouldn’t last, should’ve predicted this from the moment you knocked quietly on his door, but it’s not like he’s upset. Sure, he wants this to last forever, but he can also just finish his work and fuck you again tonight, or tomorrow morning, or whenever you’ll be up for it, which will likely be sooner rather than later, knowing you.
So he leans into it, fucking you harder and letting the feeling rise in his stomach, shifts a hand off your hip to reach his thumb down to your clit, swirling harsh circles until your cunt locks up, your walls pulsing and sucking him in deeper. Sobbing cries of his name sound into the room and a gush of wetness seeps out around his cock, shoving him over the edge with you.
Seungcheol can feel his dick twitching within the grip of your walls, groans as his hot cum floods you in waves, swallows a whimper of his own when you squeeze tighter and milk him dry, leaving his head fuzzy and his ears ringing. He blinks his eyes open to find you with your head tilted back on your shoulders, your breasts heaving and your pussy still quivering around his softening cock, and reaches for your hands, tugging you forward with shaking fingers until you collapse against him and breathe a sigh into his shoulder.
He rubs his hands up and down your back, gritting his teeth against the stinging pleasure of your still-throbbing cunt and drowsily grumbling sweet nothings into your hair, words of love and devotion and adoration, plus some extra about how he’ll wake you up with his head between your thighs tomorrow morning and the quickie he’s already planning at your office tomorrow afternoon.
Seungcheol feels more than hears you giggle and knows you must be ready to move by now, rises slowly with you held snug in his arms and stumbles off to the bathroom, lowering you carefully and turning on the shower. His sweats and your shorts are both soaked with cum so he strips them off, balling them up and tossing them in the hamper along with your shirt and his, leaving you naked and shivering on the tile with a mixture of your cum trailing down your thighs. He almost wants to laugh but knows it’s his fault so he just pulls you close and sways with you until steam starts to fog up the mirror, walking you into the shower and starting your washing routine.
“You can go back to work,” you mumble drowsily, your limbs heavy and your eyes closed as you try to help him.
“Fuck work,” Seungcheol responds with a kiss to your nose and his soapy hands on your body, “They can live without their papers for one more day.”