Ship Oneshots

Solangelo ll Zoom Meeting

A/N In the story, there's a desk right in front of the glass. So from the desk, you can see the couch. You know?

Nico Di'Angelo's Point Of View

It's been a year and a few months since we've been in quarantine. That meant that Will was now working from home. He has a really good paying job and doesn't want me to work since he can provide for us and more.

Everything has been a bit hectic these past few months so we hadn't had time to do the deed in a long time.

I slowly headed up the stairs, listening to his zoom call.

"Yes, I definitely think we need to take a different approach to this. I think we should go with my plan." He talked into the computer's mic.

I stood at the door frame, waiting for him to notice me.

He quickly glanced at me, but kept his eyes glued on the screen.

"Babe.." I let out in the lowest whisper ever.

I pulled my hand out, motioning for him to come with me.

His hand quickly moved the mouse to mute and turn his camera off.

"Baby, I'm on a work call. I can't right now." He explained with a sad expression.

"William? Are you still there? This zoom meeting requires the mic and camera on, please. We're almost done." I assumed that was his boss talking.

He quickly apologized before turning everything back on.

"Yes! Yes! Sorry." He smiled at them as they continued their conversation.

I slowly began to remove my shirt, making sure he could see me from the corner of his eye.

He cleared his throat, still not looking at me.

I tossed my shirt onto his lap, but still, nothing.

A smirk crept onto my face as I got down on the floor and started crawling over to him.

He looked at me warningly for a split second, but that didn't and wouldn't stop me.

Once I reached the desk, I crawled under it, sitting in between his legs.

I traced his legs with my finger, slowly going higher and higher until I reached his shorts.

"I don't know if that's the best approach." Someone from his meeting commented.

My hand was now a few inches from his crotch.

Will began to squeeze his legs shut, trying to stop me.

I unbuttoned his shorts as best as I could with him fighting it.

"William? Are you okay?" A different voice asked.

"Yes, sir. I'm just a bit out of it. Sorry." He shook his head and quickly looked down.

"Stop." He mouthed.