E. Edward Grey|| shoe licking headcanon
E. Edward Grey x Secretary!Reader
Mr. Grey's into bdsm obviously, but to be specific, I can definitely see him be turned on by you licking his dress shoe. Trust he'd have you humping his shoe
CW: exactly what the title says
it would be a busy day in the office, he's walking around everywhere-partially because he's stressed.
You open the door with his lunch in hand. It's a minute till lunch, but the attorney is still busy on a call.
On the way, your eyes catch a glimpse of the ladder laces coming undone as he paces around his office, sternly talking to the phone.
The plate is sat down gently on the solid wood of his desk, your mind occupied of wanting to help fix his undone lace before he trips, his mood dampens even more, you will feel the brunt of it. One can say it's too much overthinking, but it's your job to worry about these things.
In his pacing, he sees your furrowed brows in deliberation. Before he switches his pace to walk away from you, you put up your hand for him to stop, mouthing the command.
He's quite taken aback at this gesture: High-strung all day and your temerity to have him pause his self-soothing habit right when he's in the middle of an important call? And he can't put them on hold to scold you? Bless your poor heart.
You rush to kneel at his feet, eager to show him the reason to your actions. He zones out from the conversation to see you tightening and tucking his laces.
You even go as far as to look around and feel his other shoe to make sure the laces are equally tight and placed the same. Lord knows any minute difference and it would bother him all day.
Edward's eyes are fixed to you like neodymium magnets: taking in this act while your hips shift around in your pencil skirt.
You finish and look up to see your boss long forgetting the phone in his hand, dropped to the side of his hip. His eyes are fixed into yours.
You crook your neck sideways so your lips are touching his dress shoes but your eyes never breaking contact with his.
The feel of the smooth, cold leather on your lips magnify as you lay a kiss on his shoe. You close your eyes and mimic the action on the other one.
You look back at Mr. Grey, gulping before hurrying the phone back by his ear. He continues the conversation, yet can't take his eyes off you making out with the polished, dark brown leather clothing his feet.
"Yes I'm here, I'm sorry there was a matter I needed to resolve-" he lies. Your lipstick smudging, barely visible on the shoe. Both your views of each other slowly being interfered by a growing tent in his pants. On the average day, he has the willpower to ignore your antics. Today, he is taking whatever blessings he can have to make his day better.
You see him doing his best to focus, so obviously you want to make sure you're doing your due diligence as his secretary.
Still eyefucking each other, you show your tongue to him before putting the pad of it on the top of his shoe. You circle your tongue around the top of his shoe, dampening it with your saliva.
Keeping your tongue on him, you lick up his pants to his bulge, leaving a kiss on it before you fully stand up and saunter out the door.
Before you closed his door, you peeked at the sight of Edward frozen in place: hand covering the microphone as his jaw was dropped and eyes widen.
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Halfway between your lunch hour are you sitting at your desk when the speaker on the desk projects Edward's voice.
"Ms. Y/L/N,"
"Mr. Grey?" you feign innocence.
