Seventeen Imagines (18+)

Work From Home | S.Coups

Rating: M (18+) | Word Count: ~2.3k

Summary: Seungcheol's got a lot of grading to do but it seems you just can't wait.

Warnings: mentioned f. masturbation, fingering, unprotected piv sex, he cums inside, lil aftercare

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?"