"Is it true that you might be..."
sub!husband x dom!gn!reader
cw: nsfw, handjob, drooling, he is really desperate, semi-public, office sex
wc: 2k
synopsis: you're busy with work and your husband decides to visit you
I couldn't decide who to write about so I left it ambigious but imma be honest i kind of wrote it with gojo in mind but it could apply to many i guess. Also I created the perfect ground for a part 2 but..ya know me. Anyway just enjoy!
It has been two weeks now where you have been awfully busy at work with bookkeeping and other new responsibilities due to your colleague suddenly falling ill. That means taking more hours and also meaning coming home late and exhausted. Your lovely husband has been understanding of your commitment to your work but that is not to say that he is all too happy about it. He rarely sees you and most notably you guys haven’t done it in that same duration and he doesn’t like to pleasure himself without you. Yet he doesn’t want to outright voice his frustration either, not wanting to sound needy or desperate.
You hear a knock on the door to your office, and the door opens slowly when you yell, “Come in,” absentmindedly, completely unaware of who entered. Your husband's head peeks through the door, a small smile evident on his lips as he sees you bent over your messy desk full of stacks of paper. He could see the tired lines under your eyes and your stiff shoulders from the long hours you have been putting in.
For a moment he felt a pang of guilt for interrupting your work, but that feeling was quickly replaced by a surge of desire as he thought about why he had come. Well, and one other reason.
He stepped fully into the office, closing the door softly behind him as he approached your desk. Only then do you raise your head, a smile immediately forming on your face when you see him.
“What a pleasant surprise! Come here!” You say as he walks towards you and around the desk to greet you with a soft kiss on your lips while you stay seated in your chair. He lingers a bit too long on it, and you notice it instantly. He must miss you a lot. “What brings you here, my love?”
“You uh...left your lunch at home,” he simply says, handing you a bag with your lunchbox in it. You must have forgotten it in the morning, groggy from the lack of sleep. You facepalm yourself and take the bag in your hand.
“Thank you so much, baby. What would I do without you?” You embrace him tightly and pepper kisses all over his cheek and neck. He giggles from the ticklish feeling and sighs. You release him from your hold and put the bag with your lunch on the edge of your desk before you sit back down on your chair, your lunch break isn’t for another hour. Sadly.
He leans against the desk right next to you while you organize said desk to make it look somewhat in order. You could feel him observing your every move, especially your hands. He is trying to be low-key about it, but you know him. His eyes are completely fixated on you.
“You know I can feel you staring, right?” He got caught and quickly looked the other way. But you just smirk when he suddenly finds something interesting outside the window to stare at instead, his face is flushed, and while you look at him, you see that he made himself extra pretty today. For you.
You immediately understand what’s going on. While he looks outside to avoid eye contact, you trace imaginary lines on his thigh dangerously close to his crotch just to touch him. He quickly looks at you again, and his eyebrows turn up as he bites his lower lip. All you do is smirk at his reaction.
“Is it true that you might be…sexually frustrated?” You ask slowly and sultry. He wants to deny it but all he can do is nod his pretty head with little hesitation, no longer able to keep it to himself. You’re still stroking his thigh softly, knowing that you are probably driving him insane. His breathing grows heavier as you maintain eye contact with him, tension brewing between you two.
You quickly stand up, pinning his hips on the desk to plant a kiss on his full lips. He gasps against your lips but immediately opens his mouth to welcome your tongue. You barely touched him yet, and he is already moaning into the kiss. He pulls you in closer, clawing at your clothes, emphasizing his desperation. You place your fingers on his chin to deepen the kiss even further. Looking down, you see a bulge forming in his pants, he is progressively getting harder the longer you kiss and the messier it gets. He takes your hand that was cupping his face, guides it down his body and towards his bulge shamelessly.
“Please, Y/n…” He begs with his breath-heavy, whiny voice. How can you refuse him like that?
He whined into the kiss, his body trembling with need as your fingers brushed over the growing bulge in his pants. He bucks his hips forward, seeking more of that delicious friction, the teasing touch that promised so much more.
When you pulled back slightly, his eyes fluttered open, hazy with lust and desperation. He gazed up at you with a pleading, almost anguished expression, his cheeks flushed.
“I… I need you, Y/n,” he whimpered, his voice rough with desire. “It’s been so long, and I miss you so much… I miss your touch, your kiss, the way you make me feel…”
His hands roamed over our back, slipping under your shirt to feel the warm, smooth skin beneath. He couldn’t get enough of your touch, craved it like air and water. He nipped at his lower lip, his teeth scraping against the sensitive flesh as he spoke again, his words tumbling out. “Please…”
His hips rolled against you, the hard insistent line of his arousal pressing flush to your front. His body ached with a hunger that could only be satisfied by your touch. You stop stalling time and unzip his pants finally. A wet spot in his panties greets you, and without much thinking, you just touch it with the pad of your finger, erupting a loud moan from him.
“Hey, I need you to be really quiet, okay? I shouldn’t be doing this in my office in the first place.” With that, you take the hem of his own shirt and hold it to his mouth. “Bite onto this for me.”
He nods and bites into his shirt to muffle himself. Although there is nothing more you want than to hear all the sounds he makes but there is a job you need to keep…
You take his entire length from the confines of his panties and start to stroke it, slowly at first. Thanks to his precum, there is no need for further lubrication.
His hips jerk forward again, seeking more of your touch. He could feel every ridge and vein of your fingers as they slowly stroked up and down on his cock. The precum makes the glide smooth and easy.
His head falls back, his eyes squeezing shut as he focuses every ounce of his concentration on staying quiet, his shirt soaking up his drool like a sponge. He fisted the fabric of your blouse, clutching it tightly as he fought to maintain control. His chest heaved with each ragged breath, his nipples hardening from the cool air, begging to be touched, to be pinched and rolled between your fingers. As you continued to stroke him, he could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in his core, the pleasure building into a fever pitch. He needed more, craved more, ached for you to fill him, to claim him, to make him yours.
He hides his face in the crook of your neck as the pace of your hand increases. You know he is going to cum anytime soon, but you briefly think of teasing him or ruining his orgasm. That thought quickly leaves your mind when you hear him whimper so desperately through the shirt he is biting on. He has been longing for this, for you in particular. You denying him this would be beyond cruel, so you keep your pace steadfast, filling the office with unholy wet sounds. You just hoped there weren't any passersby to question what was going on in here.
Nevertheless, you keep going until you feel the telltale signs of his incoming release. You can hear him mumble something through the shirt, but it is too muffled to understand. He comes with a shaken cry, letting go of the shirt and holding you close to him as he paints his stomach with his release. You caught the shirt just in time, so a wardrobe change won’t be necessary. He falls into your arms, catching his breath as you slow your hand to a stop. You can’t see his face, but you know he’s smiling like an idiot. “Thank you, Y/n,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and ragged. “I needed that so badly... I need you so badly.”
You lift his head from your shoulder so you can see his pretty face. He looks satisfied, but you know he craves more. You grab tissues from your tissue box on your desk to wipe him clean as best as you can, discarding them in the trash can in your office.
“I can’t wait to fuck you tonight,” you say, closing in and kissing him on his lips. His smile falters slightly as he pulls back from the kiss, a flicker of confusion and mild frustration crossing his face as you mention him having to wait until tonight. He bit his lip, considering your words for a moment before speaking up, his voice soft but tinged with a hint of impatience.
“Tonight? Why wait when you can have me right here, right now?” he asked, a slight whine in his tone. “I have been craving you for weeks now… I need… I need you inside me so bad…why can’t we just…”
He trailed off, rubbing his sensitive cock against your thigh, eliciting more of those delicious whimpers from him. He gazed up at you with a mix of longing and desire in his eyes. “Please, Y/n. I don’t think I can wait any longer,” he breathed out, his voice low and tempting. “Say you’ll take me now… Say you’ll fuck me right here, right now.”
He knows what he’s doing, he is fully aware of the impact he has on you. The way you break rules for him without thinking of the consequences and drop everything at the sound of his voice.
But not today.
“Oh my…” You stroke his sides softly as he looks away disappointed, already knowing what you are about to say. “Look, I have a lot of work I need to finish, and when I’m done, I am entirely and utterly yours. You will have my undivided attention, okay?” Your words are said in earnest. He nods lacklusterly, but you cup his face with your hand and redirect it to yours, wanting him to look right in your eyes.
“I need to know that you truly understand me. I need to hear it from your beautiful lips.”
His expression softened as he gazed into your eyes, seeing the sincerity shining back at him. With a sigh he nodded again, his fingers coming up to cover up your hand on his cheek.
“I understand, Y/n,” he said, his voice steady and clear, the impatience fading away. “I don’t want to be the reason you fall behind at work. I can wait a little longer, as long as I have your promise that you'll be mine, all mine, as soon as you're home."
His eyes shone with love and trust and a hint of that ever-present desire. You nod as a sign of understanding, leaning down to kiss him, but he places a finger on your lips, silencing the kiss he could see brewing in your eyes.
"Don't start something you can't finish, you tease," he admonished playfully, a mischievous glint in his eye despite the gentle rebuke.
He hopped off the desk, fixing and straightening his outfit, trying to compose himself.
"I should go before I lose what little control I have left," he said, his voice low and rough with barely restrained desire. "But I'll be waiting for you. Tonight. Don't make me wait too long, okay?"
With that, he turned and sauntered towards the door, putting an extra sway in his hips, knowing your eyes were on him. He paused at the doorway, glancing back over his shoulder with a coy smile before finally leaving your office. A sense of emptiness filled the room following his absence, and you sat back down in your office chair. There is still so much you need to do, but you smile to yourself, knowing what awaits you when you get home.
