Characters: Hades and Persephone
Warnings: Explicit Smut, like a lot of it. Some D/s leanings (spankings and such) 18 and over only please.
Authorās Note: This is for my favorite Webtoon Lore Olympus. Itās a modern-day telling of Hades and Persephone. It is fabulous and so beautiful. It is the slowest of slow burns, and I just had to make these two bang for my sanity. Things you need to know if you havenāt read it: they are married in my fic but not in the comic yet, Hades is CEO of Underworld Corp, Tower 4 is Tartarus, and I think thatās it. He has a bunch of dogs in the webtoon that I have neglected to show because it would ruin the flow of the smut. Pretend what you want but they are all happy and healthy somewhere in the house. Also, I planned all this out before the elevator scene from the last episode. I decided not to change my plans. It is what it is. lol. Thanks to @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash for getting me hooked and letting me bounce ideas off of herā¦and for the title.
Another long day had finished at Underworld Corp. Persephone perched on the lap of her husband, Hades, waiting for him as he read through some final reports. The quiet solitude of the office only amplified the ticking of the clock on the wall. The second hand seeming to move slower with every click, giving her a new appreciation for the word eternity.
Hades squeezed her closer as his arms worked around her to flip to the next page. She sighed and wiggled, adjusting herself higher on his thigh.
āIs that report interesting?ā she asked, trying to make sense of the graphs on the new page, but not caring enough at the end of the day to give more than a few seconds glance.
āNot particularly.ā His eyes glanced down at his petite wife, disinterest etched on her countenance āYou donāt have to stay here if youāre bored, sweetness. Why donāt you go home and relax? Iām going to be a while.ā
āNo, no. Iām fine. Iāll stay here.ā Persephoneās lips pursed as she leaned her head on his chest. āI donāt want to be all alone in that big house.ā
āYou wouldnāt be alone. The dogs are there,ā he joked. He knew it was a lame attempt to lighten her mood, but he knew she wasnāt content.
Persephone chuckled. āBut then you end up in the guest room because they take up your side of the bed when youāre not home.ā
He grumbled something about ungrateful traitors and resumed his work. If he concentrated, he could be done sooner rather than later.
Her fingers toyed with fine silk tie around his neck until it loosened enough for her to unbutton the top two buttons of his white shirt, slipping her hand beneath the collar.
His hand covered hers, stopping its exploration. āNo, Kore. If youāre going to stay here, youāre going to let me work.ā He pressed a kiss to her palm and set her hand on her lap. Guilt crept through his chest, squeezing at his heart as he glimpsed her shoulders drooping. He hadnāt quite figured out how to balance work and home life in the few months of their marriage. Heād never had anyone really care where he was or when he would be home. He would make it up to her. He just had to get this finished.
Tilting her head back, Persephone gazed up at her husband. His hair was mussed, probably from his fingers raking through it while thinking or possibly holding back his rage from incompetent employees. Brow furrowed. His glasses sat upon his long elegant nose; thick lashes utterly wasted on a man brushing against the lenses when he blinked. Jaw tightening as he clenched his teeth, lips moving almost imperceptibly as he continued to read.
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