Good Meeting

Steven Grant x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• ko-fi •

Summary: You need to listen to a zoom meeting.

A/N: I'm just so out of it atm, I'm so sorry.

Warnings: oral (f! receiving), some dirty talk, swearing, over use of italics, typos, not beta read, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 855

It was irritating that you had to be on this zoom meeting on your day off. Even though you were going to get compensated for it, it was still a waste of time.

The literal definition of: this could have been an email.

But whatever.

You sigh, your elbow on the table and your chin in your hand. Your mic was off, but they could still see you. You tried your best to look somewhat engaged.

You shift a little, leaning back in the kitchen chair. Steven had moved it and the table earlier, so that you could get the natural light from the window. He was too sweet.

Currently, he was sitting to your side, out of frame and reading, his glasses perched on the tip of his nose. He looked up every time you let out a partially distressed sigh, and give you a sympathetic smile.

“So in the next quarter…”

Steven moved to grab his mug of tea and accidentally jolted the table, it was hardly anything, but it made him jerk his head in surprise and, in turn, his glasses slipped from his face and onto the floor.

“Oh bollocks, sorry love!” He scrambled to his hands and knees.

“It’s fine,” you smile at him as he ducks under the table. “You okay?”

“Hmmmhmmm, don’t let me interrupt you!” He mumbles, the affection in his voice warming your heart.

You go back to the meeting, trying your best not to nod off.

Steven scrambled around for a moment before he grabbed his glasses in triumph. He kept his head down, so that he didn’t bump the table again and moved around, planning on just shuffling out.

But then his eyes fell on your bare legs.

It was hot in the flat, not unbearably, but you’d had to put on a work shirt for the meeting. So you’d opted to forgo trousers or a skirt, and just sit in your underwear.

He swallows, his mouth watering as a wicked thought creeps into the back of his head and takes root.

He crawls forward, putting his glasses safely to the side and stops just in front of your knees.

Heat coils in the base of his belly as he gazes at your slightly parted legs. Slowly he places a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh.

You jump instantly, which he had expected.

“Steven-”

“You’re mic is off, isn’t it love?”

You swallow, keeping your hand pressed to the lower half of your face and trying to seem casual. “Yes.” You mutter through your fingers.

“Good.”

He leans forward, running his warm hands up your legs and hitching your left over his shoulder as he inches forward. He nips lightly at your skin as he pulls the waistband of your panties up and tight until the fabric is straining against your folds.

He groans softly, his breath ghosting over you before he presses his face completely to your pussy. Your thighs tense, a shiver running through you, a small yelp escaping your throat.

“Shhh,” he mutters as he kisses you hungrily, dragging his lips and tongue across the cotton of your underwear and groaning as he starts to taste the echo of your arousal. “Can’t be too loud, love. Even with the mic off, don’t want to give it away do you?”

You can hear the glee racing through his voice as he pulls your panties to the side and runs his tongue through your folds in a long slow tortuous lick.

“Steven,” your breathing hitches, a soft whine following.

He groans, “So wet already,” and dives back in circling your cit with his flat, broad tongue before he sucks it into his mouth rhythmically.

Your hand on your face tightens, your stomach muscles twitching, and you grab at him under the table, sinking your fingers into his soft curls and pulling him closer.

He moans, chuckling and squeezing your inner thighs rhythmically as he works you over with his tongue, building you higher and higher.

You squirm, trying not to give in completely and rut against his face just like your body is begging you to. Someone is saying something on the meeting and you're so close to just shutting the laptop and grinding against Steven’s face until you pass out.

He hums, his fingers digging into your skin as he rocks you lightly in time with his long licks.

You swallow. Pleasure buzzing along your nerves and leaving you light headed. There was no way-

“Thanks everyone, same time next week.”

You have never logged off so quickly, slamming the laptop closed so fast that the table shakes.

“Fuck Steven!” You push your chair out a fraction, keeping him pressed against you and bucking up into the sweet heat of his mouth.

He moans, grinning and you writhe and spasm.

Your orgasm hits you solidly, robbing you of thought and breath as he paralysis every muscle. Pleasure runs along your veins as Steven works you through it, lapping at you softly until you go slack and pliant, breathing hard.

He grins up at you from between your legs. “Good meeting?”

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