.·:*¨༺ not allowed. ♱ steven grant ༻¨*:·.
SUMMARY: in which you got a job at a sex hotline
or alternatively, in which you, a phone sex operator, got a hold of a guy who is just as emotionally unavailable as you.
SHIP: fem reader!steven grant
WARNINGS: explicit content (minors stay out) mainly edging and slight degradation, phone sex obviously, mentions of sex work, mentions of death and grief, explicit language, random story-telling/plot
WORD COUNT: 4.6K
SONG: https://open.spotify.com/track/0jA4h2SD50Oak4C3Vn905a?si=bdab5abd43404541
A/N: for some reason I feel like this is the worst thing I could’ve written for steven. i’m so sorry steven. I know if he read this he would actually be horrified. marc would be like Suze from Euphoria watching that damn play, and oscar isaac would probably frame this tho. anyways yes merry christmas. REBLOGS, NOTES, AND COMMENTS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED !!
you began your career as a phone sex operator last week.
You had experience, and all you did was recreate the faking it scene from ‘Easy A’ by slamming into walls and moaning pathetically. Hotline sex was just a side job since you were banned from Uber Eats as a delivery driver for throwing drinks at a customer. You assumed it was because you had anger issues, and honesty, you haven’t been having the best year, so you took it out on the customer. Then again, that customer was being a sneaky little twat who didn’t tip you at all and - stop before you upset yourself again. This was a temporary job in an old office building in south London, and Easy A was your favorite movie. You could do the job with your eyes closed.
Most of the people who call are spouses, so unsatisfied with each other that you almost vowed never to get married or have children. They would call in between work breaks or when the other is asleep, exploring interests, kinks, and fetishes that they don’t want the other to know about. Some are so outlandish that you had to google them, which was quite embarrassing. Other callers are lonely or depressed and get satisfaction without having to see someone. You assumed these people were hermits, hoarders, and loners and perfectly understood their isolation. As previously mentioned, it hasn’t been our year. Your mental health is always out on the ledge; it’s hard sometimes to get yourself to eat or sleep or shower; you daydream or leave your mind whenever you speak to someone, unable to remember what they just told you. You thought that losing someone would get easier with time, but it only worsened. Not to mention that your cat ran away on top of all that. Your apartment lies still when you peek into the shoe closet and see their shoes stacked on another in the shoe cubby you both installed. The silence is deafening as everything everywhere all at once starts to hit you.
Yeah, it hasn’t been your year.
Your boss has made it a little better; she’s an older woman, the trailer park type. You answered an ad online, and she was the one who sat up the interview. She checks up on you, and she seems to be the only one to notice your plight and your potential. she also treats the employees right. It has made working there easier. Not to mention that you all get private cubicles and paid sick leave if the occasion ever arises. She’s also given you many recommendations to other customers and let the others trade appointments, which landed you into getting an appointment with a man named 'Steven’ at 11:30 pm.
'Steven’ is the name of a friend of a long-time customer named Marc. Apparently, Marc was worried about Steven because Steven had been going through a 'rough patch’ and was 'lonely’ and 'pathetic’ - Marc’s words, not your boss’s. he thought getting him an appointment with a phone sex operator would lighten his mood a little and make him seem less like a loner.
Men are so fucking strange.
But you happily accept the request because Marc was handsomely paying a whopping 200 pounds. Once again, at that point, you wonder why he hasn’t produced an actual sex worker to get with Steven, but then you remember the rest of your socially awkward clientele, and the pieces click. You sat in your office chair and tossed around a purple hacky sack as the LED lights shined hot pink lights onto your cheek. You wore black silk pajama shorts with a hot pink bow and a crop top tank with a laced V-neck. You were allowed to wear whatever you wanted, but you decided to dress in your pajamas. Soft RnB music, probably written or sung by American singers like SZA or HER, blasted through the overhead speaker that connected all the offices. Your boss had a teenage daughter who made the playlist “for general vibes,” whatever that means. You swiveled around in your chair and waited for this 'Steven’ to call.
When it came to the actual phone sex, you never really get much out of it.
You thought you just had a defected vagina because of how stressful and terrible the past couple of months have been because nothing screams sexy like funeral-chic, am I right? Maybe your grief and anti-depressants made it hard for you to get off, but it wasn’t in your job description to cum with the customers, so you were never really worried about it. But it was starting to taunt you. How do people move on? Find other lovers? have meaningless sex? and form emotional bonds? How do people do anything without feeling guilty? You ponder this thought as eleven-thirty rolls around, and the phone rings. At that point, you were pretty much vaping the rest of your lung capacity away. You put down the puff-bar and grabbed your headset, placing it over your head, rushing. As you pressed the green button, you let out a small sigh. “thank you for calling HoneyBunnys! You’re talking to HoneyBunny Y/N.” you announce yourself, but all you hear is static and nervous shuffling. You furrow your eyebrows. “sir? are you there?” you call out again.
“uh-shit…y-yes! yes, i… am?”
“y-yes this is…he, who are you?”
“I’m Honeybunny Y/N…you called HoneyBunny’s, Sir.”
“…it’s a sex hotline, Sir.”
“Why so surprised, Steven?”
“no-um, it’s just that…” he takes a quick pause. He sounds clueless. “…this was on my nightstand with the phone number and date. I assumed it was like a survey.”
How about you survey Deez nuts? Is something you yearned to yell out at this absolute wanker, a fucking survey? you choose to be patient. “why would you think there would be a survey place open so late?”
“i-uh-” he was stuck. “-you know…time zones innit-” he unconfidently mumbled. The United Kingdom is all under one timezone. “-anyways, uh, I’m sorry-why was I supposed to call here? I’m quite forgetful.”
“well, someone made an appointment for you, your friend Marc.”
“yep, he said you were going through a rough time, Steven. That you’re lonely, pathetic, I can help you fix that.”
“oooofcourse he said that…look, you seem lovely, but i’ve been out of the game for so long, even if I tried, this would be an absolute dumpster fire.”
“This isn’t a face-to-face conversation, Steven.”
“Right, sorry, uh…I bet your tits are…massive??”
you mute yourself for a second before busting out into a small laughing fit, trying to contain your smile as you unmute yourself. You decide to give him a bone. After all, this is all supposed to be some sort of guy-code confidence/ego booster-or whatever the fuck Marc and Steven are going for here. “they’re whatever you want them to be.” you flirted.
“oh, right, so if I were like 'autobots roll out’-”
at that moment, you knew what the punch line was and snorted to yourself. Steven paused. “are you alright?” he sounded so genuine, making it harder not to smile. You concluded that timid and bumbling Steven was kind of cute. “y-yep, that too.” you struggled a little, hearing a soft but happy sigh leave him, almost like he was proud of himself for making you laugh. You could almost imagine the lazy smile he must be sporting. “what are you into, Steven?”
“I like ancient Egypt. I work at a museum gift shop-”
“no, darling…your kinks.”
“don’t hold back now; I’ve heard it all. Nothing scares me anymore.”
bingo. something to work with. “do you like games?”
“what? Like animal crossing? Call of duty? or board games?”
“anything, babes…what’s your favorite game?”
“the one where you don’t sound like GhostFace.”
He’s starting to get a little cheeky, and you like it. Your lips tug into a light smirk. “touche…well, let’s make a bet.” you reach into the filing cabinet of your desk and pull out the small box containing a small vibrator that matches the purple and pink aesthetic of the office. It was the size of your thumb, but it was still ten times as powerful and loud. “we can both try to turn each other on, edge each other, whoever holds out the longest wins, and whoever cums first loses. there’s no prize, just the satisfaction you’ll get out of edging me…unless you want to make this fun game of ours a bit risky…”
“…if I cum first, you get a refund. If you cum first, I keep the money.”
you could feel steven’s whole demeanor change, his breathing still a little fast, but you could tell that he didn’t want to pay all that money, almost like he didn’t have it or something. “what…are you wearing?” he sheepishly asked. a giant smirk fell on your lips as you pressed your core directly on top of the small pilled vibrator. “guess.”
“…do they make you wear lingerie?”
“that’s a question, darling, not a guess. plus, you’re wrong.”
you snort a little. “they were in the washing machine” (lie; they have old cat hair and chocolate stains on them, and they’re behind your television set).
“denim? Cuming in denim? gross.”
“I’m shit out of luck then.”
“mhm, I’m wearing black silk shorts with a little pink bow and a lace cami that has the word 'Needy’ printed right on my chest. my 'massive’ tits are showing because I’m not wearing a bra.”
“oh, sounds…like a sight.”
“It feels like bare skin; if you touched it, it feels like my skin. it’s thin enough for you to touch me, rip it off me…whatever you seem fit, Sir.” you dreamily said at the end. “what are you wearing, Steven?”
You could feel how nervous but eager he was. You could hear it in his breathing. “I’m wearing pajama pants and a normal tee shirt.”
“cute, if I were there right now, I would let you spoon me…you like little intimate moments like that, don’t you, Steven?”
“so you’re spooning me, and I’m pressing my ass against your groin through my thin shorts. This is the fun part, Steven? are you hard?” you ask.
“How disappointing, it’s not like i’m soaked.” you lied.
“y-you are?! but darling, i’ve barely said anything.”
oh fuck. “no need to catch me in a lie.” you confess. “it looks like we’re both going through it right now, Steven. I can’t get you hard because I can’t get wet.”
“you sound a bit upset. What’s wrong?”
Gah. You usually don’t talk about your personal life with your customers. The less they know about you, the better. But it’s not like this job is the kind where you can just pop over to the next cubicle and speak to your coworkers about how it’s been for you. The customer wanted you to get their friend hard, so why can’t you? “someone close passed months ago.” you confessed.
“oh, oh…I’m sorry, that sounds horrible. I haven’t had a partner in a long while; apparently, things ended badly for us, and I can’t remember a bloody thing. so I get it, it’s not the same as someone passing, but it is the same as losing someone.” you hate that he’s right. “have you always worked at the hotline?”
“no, it’s my first week here.”
“guess you’re just as nervous as I am about all…this.”
he’s weirdly comforting. “all our girls are.”
“you…weren’t just saying that to get me to fuck you, right?”
“what?! no-no-” now you were the shy one, blush spread to your cheeks as his voice echoed in your mind. “I haven’t talked about it…if I wanted you to fuck me, I would’ve wasted no time. but see, I’m humping a vibrator just waiting for the other ball to drop.”
“w-wait, you’re humping a vibrator?”
“well, that’s not really fair - that’s cheating.”
You chuckle a little. “it could be you, could be you under me while I hump my wet core all over your thigh, Steven…” then it hits you, which could motivate even the most introverted men. “…don’t you wanna be the first person to make me cum in four months?” it’s a challenge even you have failed at tirelessly. Maybe skittish Steven could be the one to turn it all around. “I mean, there is already so much at stake, Steven, don’t you wanna make it easier on you?” you tease.
“oh…” he sounds captivated. “are you serious?”
“I hate talking about myself, so…yeah, Steven. I’m serious. we can take it slow.”
“Okay.” he suddenly states with a slight hint of confidence, the same cheekiness as before, as you relax into the vibrator and turn it on to the lowest setting. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that Steven could hear it, and you heard him mumble a slight 'fuck’ under his breath. You let out a small yet lustful sigh as you lean back in your chair. “what’s wrong, Steven?” you ask seductively.
“mhm, I am,” you confirmed. this was all acting, of course, but a small part of you felt like maybe, just maybe, this dimwit could make you cum if he actually tried, if you actually tried instead of recreating that scene from Easy A every time you get a customer. Your hands travel down your own body. “right now, I’m messing with the vibrator, edging myself for you, Mister.” you drag the tip of the vibrator just under the hood of your clit that’s barely simulated, but you’re trying. you let out a fake moan. “don’t you wish you were here?”
“no, I wish you were here. you’d have a harder time trying to fake moan like that when you’re moaning for real.”
fuck. A slight pulse simulated your clit for the first time in months, but it was only for a short second. The magic was gone the minute you realized that he caught you in a lie again. he was so smart but so stupid for making you flustered like that. Your cheeks turned pink as you leaned forward a little. “mhm, but it’s all for you, Steven.” you reassure. “what gets you hard, Steven? Girls humping on vibrators? Edging themselves?” you teased.
“yes, i’ve always been the kind to want to please people like that.”
“hit me with your best shot, mister.”
suddenly you heard shuffling and then a slight groan. your eyes slowly dilate to the sound of him shifting through his boxers. “are you hard?”
Finally, “I really wanna be in your bed, Steven. climbing on your lap and grinding against your hard cock to get me all wet. I wanna be a good girl and prepare my cunt for you.” there it is again, that slight throb. You were talking his ear off, or so you thought before hearing a soft groan echo through your headset. the groan was sweet but so profound, dipping a couple of octaves as chills ran down your spine. he displayed so much in just one single cry that it was starting to make you question if you should be doing this or not, but you continue. “you like that, don’t you? what are your hands doing?”
“just rubbing myself through my trousers…you wish that were you, huh?”
you sigh before letting out a hum. “I wish that it was you rubbing me?”
“yeah, just me sliding my fingers through your dry folds.” he joked.
“you bastard, maybe they wouldn’t be dry if you weren’t so fucking shy.”
And at that moment, Steven lets out a soft moan; this one is a bit noisier and more profound than the other. It causes alarms to go off in your body as your back starts to feel warm. your breath slightly hitches as you realize something about Steven that he probably didn’t know about himself. “I think i’ve been too nice to you, Mister.” you acknowledge. “you don’t need a nice girl. You need someone a little mean…you’re being so utterly useless right now considering how dry I still am.” you ridiculed.
“what do you need me to do then, huh?” Steven retorts. “I’m sure you won’t be dry when I go down on you. Calling me useless-like, you weren’t just pathetically grinding on my cock. calling yourself a good girl like you aren’t trying to stake a bet out of your pity.”
Your mouth slowly falls agape to what he says. Not so shy now, huh? “mhm, go on. how would you go down on me, Mister?”
“I’d suck hickey’s all over your thighs, not caring how painful it might feel for you before teasing your cunt with my thumb. I’d treat you so right, babydoll, even if you treat me all wrong.”
“Oh..” you shift a little in your seat, the vibrator still on low as you feel your nipples slowly get hard, he does have a way with words when you let him speak or when he’s confident enough to speak. The little pet name he gave you was starting to stir up some noise in your stomach as you softly placed the base of the vibrator on your clit.
“now you’re the speechless one.” Steven points out.
“you caught me off guard…” you bashfully admit.
“I’d keep going, too, rubbing you until I can feel your heartbeat in your clit.”
“You’d still be useless until you make me a moaning mess.”
“won’t be a problem. I’m not the one who’s edging themselves with a vibrator,”
“you wanker.” you breathed out as your started to feel life finally flow back into your clit as it went through an exorcism. It was like Frankenstein’s monster all over again. You begin to squirm a little, letting out an impatient sigh. “what’s next, huh? You’re going to leave me hanging?” you question.
“no, I’m already doing that. But what I would do is let my tongue glide all over you. God, you must be so fit-”
“-I’m whatever you want me to be, Mister.” you proclaim again. “I wanna feel your stupid lips against my throbbing clit, driving me crazy after I already called you worthless. I want you to prove me wrong over and over and over again until my body can’t keep up anymore…I wanna be the worthless one for you.” you teased even more.
“fuck, you know how to flip the script, huh?”
“only if you can do what you claim you can do. you’re driving me crazy.”
“don’t be coy, handsome. I’m starting to get wet.”
“you want me to k-keep going?”
“please?” you whined. By now, you were finally starting to feel like your old self, not a drop of guilt overcoming you because this was your job. You slightly bucked your hips and turned the vibrator on its medium setting, hearing it echo throughout your private cubicle. From the other end of the phone, you could listen to Steven almost laughing a little at how you went from trying to turn him on to being the one in shambles.
“o-okay, fuck…” he tells himself, he turned the bumbling idiot switch on again, but he was quick to find his footing. “I wanna grab you by your waist and have you ride me until your thighs shake-” you let out a muffled moan as your hips jerk up, pushing away the vibrator as your clit spazzes around. Jokes on Steven, you were edging for way more than you realized. You hear his soft but deep chuckle go dry, making your clit quiver. You grit your teeth once your mind wanders back to the dumb bet; you weren’t getting paid for this, were you? You were seemingly wrapped around shy Steven’s finger already. “you’re cute when you want to cum.” you could feel his smirk from here, and his breathing was speeding up, only for you to hear soft skin slapping in the back.
You smirk. “meanwhile, you’re jacking off at lightning speed.” you shot back at him.
“can you blame me?” you really couldn’t. “I wanna tear those shorts off of you and your knickers and slam into you-”
“-jokes on you, I don’t wear underwear.”
“f-fuck.” you can hear him speeding up as you press your clit against the vibrator again. Sweet pleasure ran up your veins as Steven’s mellow moans played in your head on a loop. You were sweating like a whore in church. Feeling your folds swell up from the amount of friction between you, the toy, and your shorts. you gradually moved them to the side and pushed the vibrator down on your clit. “cuming already, Mister?”
Steven was breathless. “heh, n-not a chance.”
“yeah, the wanker that’ll bend you over and fuck you raw.”
You let out a small, high-pitched moan as your heart starts to pound in your chest the way it did down in your cunt. There was something so personal about the way he told you that, almost like he wanted nothing more than to have you in his grasp. What’s worse was that he kept talking sweetly but speaking the vilest of things. you adored that. “I want you here s-so bad,” you divulged, feeling the walls of both your heart and vagina quiver and shake as the man on the receiving end of the call groaned softly.
“are you sure you can handle that?”
Absolutely not. You weren’t in the slightest, but you said it anyway because it was sounder; it was what you wanted to say. “you’d feel s-so good.” you dreamily and desperately spoke out as Steven was starting to hold back moans. The vibrator was making friends with your cunt as your wetness started to pool out onto your office chair, which would be embarrassing to clean later. It was all you could think about now; not once since their passing did you get this wet, turned on, practically impossible. Sure, your mind was running wild; Steven nipping at your thighs, eating you out, pulling your hair, fucking you until you gave out.
“you’d feel b-better, babydoll.”
It seems as if you just caved into each other like sinkholes. Every little thing the one says, the other indulges and submerges themself into some kind of twisted family. So much for edging. You two were damn-near riding climaxes together. so you, being yourself, decide to make it harder for him. “I just wanna wrap m-my pretty lips around your cock and let you fuck my throat, u-use me…” you slightly whispered in between moans. “don’t be a worthless piece of shit and exploit m-me, Mister, we b-both know that’s what you w-wanna do.” you let out a whine.
“you want me to use you?”
you whimper a small but desperate “yes.”
“okay, turn it up to the highest setting.”
Your cheeks turn red with embarrassment as you do what he says, taking the toy and pressing the last and highest button as the vibration sound sizzles around your room. Yes, the rooms were private, but they weren’t soundproof. You could usually hear girls from three rooms down dealing with clients or across the hall. Since you started working there, there hasn’t been a peep coming from your room; not a single moan, groan, whine, cry, or scream. That was until this eleven-thirty appointment. you bucked your lips and moved the vibrator away from your clit to give yourself some time, but Steven was quick to catch on to this. “c'mon darling, j-just take it like how you’d take me.”
You pressed the vibrator back where it belonged and watched as your body jolted in surprise and pleasure, your skin burning up at the thought of Steven touching you to the point of having a swollen cunt. Your back arched against the chair as your breathing seemingly picked up, and so did his. Stars crossed your eyes dazedly as loud and lewd moans escaped past your lips. You didn’t know him, but you wanted him. Your body craved his touch, even if he was on the other side of London or the UK. Your chest bounced with each jolt. You only wish he could see you now; how his words could pull you in and chew you out the way they did to you. It was even worse considering you could hear Steven in the back as well, flapping away to the thought of you with your voice in his ear encouraging him. You always thought the idea of phone sex was hot, but you barely engaged in it until you reached your peak.
Your body felt like it was having some kind of earthquake, with your clit being the epicenter. Feeling your clit nearly go numb from the vibrations of the toy, you got your shorts wet. a loud and feminine moan left your lips as your mouth fell open, your thighs tensing up as your hair, from behind, gets messy and frizzy from leaning back into the chair too much. You can’t help but notice Steven, how he also let out a deep raspy moan that sent you back into wanting to turn the clock back. You could hear the ecstasy from the other line lingering into your space as you come down from your high before noticing that you and Steven had arrived simultaneously. Between your heavy breaths and your relieved sighs, the air heavy with accomplishment and then embarrassment later, you both speak;
“y-you don’t have to pay me-” “-how much was this again?”
You both were taken back by each other’s responses. The bet rules were clear, were they not? he agreed to them, you agreed to them, but something changed. he was still willing to pay. It might’ve thrown you off, but your ego was the one who put you in your place: you provided a service, you get paid for the service, even if you enjoyed it, even if you didn’t, even if it was the first time you came in months since your significant other passed, even if you developed some weird emotional-yet purely lust fueled-attachment to a faceless stranger. so with a cheeky and slight smile, you gathered yourself together, fixing the bra strap that hung over your shoulder and clearing your throat, you finally spoke. “um, your friend Marc already paid two hundred pounds for this session…”
“oh…of course, he did,” he said in a defeated tone, almost like he was asking questions and finally got the answer he was looking for. “is there a way for me to tip?” he asked. Customers usually don’t tip, full-price included the tip, which Steven’s friend paid handsomely. you blush and bite your lip. “I can tell you my Venmo? It’s Y/U/N” you spoke sheepishly. You realized that you were supposed to end the call after the customer comes, but you didn’t. You were just enjoying the small and tired breathes between the both of you and the comfortable silence that lays still. it was way more comforting than the silence at home. “well, uh…” Steven finally breaks the ice. “I dunno how much your rate is-I work at a gift shop, for crying out loud. I should probably tell you I’m not all that into edging; it’s just the first thing I thought of-” you let out a small laugh. cute. “-what did you say your name was again?”
Butterflies began to shake down your stomach as you realized that maybe falling for someone you barely knew wasn’t the right thing for you right now. Yes, a massive part of you wanted to secretly contact him, talk to him, give him your actual number instead of the hotline number, meet him, go on a date, actually fuck him, but god, were you ready for that? Could you even have that again? even so, would it be the same? Love was like a Precious Moments porcelain doll. Once it breaks, nothing about it is fun or 'precious’ anymore. It will never be the same again. Your finger hovers over the giant HANG UP button as it pains you to have to end your joy with him here. “Thank you for calling HoneyBunny’s! Call back soon!” you quickly said before hanging up the phone and letting out a sigh of relief. You lean back in your chair and lazily toss your headset to the floor as you realize something.
I need a job where I don’t fall for my clients.
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