just spent the past three minutes explaining to a coworker that I’ve BEEN a scolipede girly since BW dropped. I’m so glad it’s been gaining love and recognition. I love my bug horse, forever and always
You aren’t even expecting it, but he opens the front door, closes it, tosses his apron across the room, and then slams you against the door. He captures your whine in his lips, his hands running up and down your sides hungrily. His knee immediately wedges its way in between your legs. You can feel his hard on against your thigh.
Your head spins with the sudden pleasure, your body on fire.
Grisham kisses you so intensely his teeth bump yours as he groans, before he digs into your bottom lip and pulls. The hands exploring your body catch the hem of your shirt, sliding underneath and pushing the fabric up. His fingertips dug into your skin.
“Fuck.” Grisham groaned. He lets go of your lip, breathing heavy. His beautiful face is flushed, eyes wide with hunger, like you are his damn dinner. “I need you.”
His hands run over your breasts, pushing your bra alongside your shirt up. Grisham’s fingers brush your nipples. The pleasure shoots through you like a spark of excitement that sinks straight to your already buzzing core.
“Couldn’t stop thinking about you all day.” He mumbles into the side of your face, leaving wet and sloppy kisses along your skin. He continues to toy with your breasts, and every time you shudder, you roll your hips over the knee nudged between you.
You snake your hands through his hair, pulling his ponytail loose. Grisham sinks down to your neck, digging his teeth into your skin. He bites down hard as you comb his hair with your fingers, his hands still toying with your nipples. Licking up where he bites you, Grisham whines.
He pulls off you, only to pull your shirt off and unfasten your bra, throwing both garments across the room. Grisham looks you over, lips agape as he takes slow, heavy breaths. “Fuck. My beautiful love.”
Grisham latches onto one of your nipples, sucking hungrily. His tongue circles the bud.
You whimper his name, and he basically growls in response. He rolls his hips against your thigh as he sucks, bulge hard and hot against your pants.
Suddenly, he sticks his hand down your pants. He immediately begins to run his fingers over your clothed core, feeling you through your underwear. “You’re so wet for me already.” Grisham pulls off your nipple. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk.” He grins, “I’ll have to carry you around for the rest of the night.”
You moan as he sucks on your other nipple, the hand not in your pants squeezing your other breast. He continues to rub you through your underwear, soaking the fabric, and you roll your hips with the rhythm of his fingers.
“Please. Grisham.”
With one hard suck, he grunts, and pulls off to look at you. He takes his hand out of your pants, his own breathing labored. “Go get on the bed.”
Your head spins, and you hesitate. You weren’t even sure you could move your legs if you wanted to.
“Sweetheart.” His voice darkens, one of his hands grabbing your jaw. He forces you to look at him. “Go get on the bed. Don’t make me tell you again.”
Your stomach drops at the threat, in the best of ways, and you nod.
At your compliance, he smiles and kisses you. It’s sweet in comparison to how harsh he had been previously. “Such a sweet thing for me. Go.”
Grisham moves out of your way, and you make your way to the bedroom on shaky legs. He smacks your ass as you walk away, a playful sting shooting through your backside. You can feel him on your tail as you walk, his breath hot on your ear.
“You’re going to scream my name tonight, sweetheart. I’m going to fuck you until I can’t move anymore.”
Picture this: an interaction between MC and Beau where Beau is trying to teach MC how to speak French. MC is picking up on the patterns between French and English, and they try to express excitement. They say “je suis excité(e),” thinking it means “I’m excited” (it means “I’m horny”).
Someone pls write stories about each of the ZA men (and Griselle bc yay I love women!!) reacting to this. PLEASE.
Word Count: 2144
Pairing: Corbeau x Female Reader
Warnings: Alcohol consumption, dancing, copious flirting
Summary: Direct follow-up to Just One Thing. Peep the reference to Glitter In Her Eyes by @vanillianbean.
New Year's Eve has arrived and Corbeau intends to make sure you keep your promises.
Corbeau x Reader Masterlist
and we follow this right into Three Matches. Happy new year, my delusional friends
The club was loud, the vibrations of the music thrumming through your ears all the way to your bones. The flashing lights added to the hazy, floating feeling as you danced and sipped your drink. Warm bodies, some you knew and some you didn’t, pressed into you from all sides, and you couldn’t care about the feeling of their sweat mixing with yours as you danced.
Lida’s lips found your ear, still needing to shout despite the proximity. Your hand came up to the back of her head, sliding into her soft hair and steadying yourself as she spoke.
“Someone’s watching you!” she said, leaning back and grinning at you. Her eyes flicked up, and you took a sip of your drink as you followed their path.
The second floor of the club had a balcony that overlooked the dance floor, and immediately you found the eyes she had been talking about. They were golden, piercing, and looking right into yours. Corbeau’s jacket was gone, his tie loose, and he leaned on the railing on his elbows. He held a glass in one hand, and fuck, he looked good.
In a moment of drunken courage, you gave him a wink, and then you turned back to Lida. You put your arms up over her shoulders, pressing your forehead to hers as you laughed and moved together.
“What is going on there?” she asked, laughing with you. The warmth of the alcohol encouraged the blood in your cheeks as you blushed.
“I don’t even know!” you told her, shaking your head.
“Well, you better get on that,” she said, glancing down at her phone. “You’ve got like twenty minutes to midnight, go kiss him!”
Your heart raced, remembering your promise after he’d kissed you under his planted mistletoe at Jacinthe’s holiday party. I’ll see you on New Year’s, you’d said. It seemed he intended to make sure you followed through.
You leaned back from Lida, tilting your glass up and finishing the last of your drink. She smiled at you and gave you a pat on the ass before spinning away, probably off to find Griselle. Slowly, you wound your way through the crowd, having to find a new path every few steps, until you made your way to the staircase. When you reached the top you walked right past Corbeau, who hadn’t turned around, and to the bar. You set your empty glass down and waited.
Just as the bartender approached you, you felt a familiar hand touch your waist. Corbeau’s chest pressed against your back as he leaned forward, his other hand coming into view as he set his glass down next to yours.
“Two glasses of champagne, please,” he said, holding up two fingers. The bartender nodded and turned away. Then Corbeau spoke again, this time low and only for you to hear. It was quieter up here, there wasn’t a need to shout to hear each other.
“You and Lida looked awfully cozy,” he said, and you didn’t miss the way his fingers squeezed your waist ever so slightly. You grinned, turning around and leaning back against the bar.
“She’s fun to dance with,” you said. You brought one hand up and started playing with the end of his tie. “I wanted to go see the fireworks, but she begged me to come here instead.”
“Oh, she begged you, did she?” Corbeau asked, and you laughed, shaking your head.
“Are you jealous?” you asked coyly, and Corbeau smirked.
“I–”
“FIFTEEN MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT!”
He was interrupted by the DJ’s announcement, and the crowd’s consequent cheer. Then he was reaching behind you to the bar, picking up a champagne flute and handing it to you. You took a sip as he reached for his own, and your heart picked up as he leaned even closer to you, close enough to smell his cologne and feel the familiar, electric buzz that always seemed to follow you two around.
“Do you still want to see those fireworks?” he asked, bringing his own glass to his lips. You couldn’t help but watch his throat move as he swallowed.
“There isn’t enough time to get to the plaza,” you replied, shaking your head and frowning. Corbeau smiled, and then his free hand took yours as he turned and led you away from the bar. You peered down over the railing to the dancefloor as you passed, and you grinned when you caught a glimpse of Lida’s hands sliding over Griselle’s ass.
Corbeau pulled you through the crowd and to the back of the room, approaching a door with a sign that said EMPLOYEES ONLY. He turned around and his eyes made a quick scan of the room before he backed into it, pushing it open and ushering you through.
The hall on the other side was bland, gray, and fluorescent. The sound from the club was almost completely deafened as the door shut behind you.
“I don’t think we’re supposed to be back here,” you whispered, and Corbeau just took your hand again, flashing you a smile you would follow anywhere.
Your footsteps echoed against the linoleum as he guided you quickly around a corner and up a few stairs, then he was pressing the button of an elevator and looking back and forth down the hall dramatically. His hand was on the small of your back, holding you against him, and you laughed as he stepped forward, pushing you back into the now-open elevator.
He grinned at you as you stumbled over your feet a little, his hand holding you tighter to steady you. Then he let go of you for only a moment, reaching out to hit one of the elevator buttons before his hand settled back on your waist. There was ample space in the elevator, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move away from him. His closeness was just as intoxicating as the alcohol flowing through you. You could smell his cologne and the whiskey and champagne on his breath as he laughed with you.
Before you had the chance to think of something to say, the door was opening again, and Corbeau was putting his hand back in yours, lacing your fingers together this time. You walked more slowly as you exited the elevator, heading down another hall and to another door, this one with an illuminated sign above it that read EXIT.
Corbeau pushed the door open, and you found yourself on a rooftop. The air was brisk, but it was refreshing after the hot, muggy air of the club. The space was empty, save for one potted plant and a small metal table and chair, but the view was incredible. You almost forgot Corbeau completely as you looked out over the city in awe.
It was aglow with thousands of lights, and it felt more alive than it normally would at this hour. Taxis moved swiftly through the streets and you could hear the distant murmur of voices as people made their way in and out of various bars and down sidewalks. Prism Tower was perfectly centered in the distance, and despite its desolated state, it stood proud and majestic in its watch over the city.
You walked to the edge of the roof, leading Corbeau now. There was a short railing that reached just above your hips, and you only stopped when your legs pressed against it. You were quiet for a few minutes as you took in the view, and when you turned back to Corbeau, you found that his eyes were already on your face. You blushed again under his gaze, taking another sip of your champagne.
“How did you know this was up here?” you asked, and Corbeau shrugged, sipping his own drink and turning his gaze to the city now.
“I’ve been up here before,” was all he said. You grinned and stepped closer into his space.
“You bring a lot of girls up here?” you asked, and he didn’t turn his head, but his eyes flashed to you and a small smile tugged at his lips.
“You jealous?” he asked, mimicking your teasing from earlier.
You shook your head, and he let go of your hand so he could bring his arm up around your shoulders, pulling you into him. You let your head rest against his shoulder, his warmth was welcome as the chill of the night started to win out over the heat that lingered on your skin.
“I used to work in the building,” Corbeau explained. A loud honk and a screech of laughter came from the street below. He pointed a little to the east. “There used to be a diner right over there. Open 24 hours.”
“What did you do there?” you asked, taking another drink. You wrapped your arm around his back, resting your hand on his side. Your thumb stroked back and forth absently, your buzz making the fabric feel extra soft.
“Whatever they needed, but I was always on the night shift,” he answered, and you felt him shrug. “Nights like tonight we would have been slammed.”
You hummed, listening to the bustle of the city below. In everyone’s celebration, it was almost as loud as it would have been during the day. As you stood with Corbeau quietly, you couldn’t help but notice how comfortable you were. Maybe it was the alcohol taking away your nerves, but the tension that usually hung heavily between you was gone.
When the chanting started, Corbeau’s hand squeezed your shoulder. He let his arm fall and he turned, stepping out of your hold and taking your champagne flute. He knelt down and set both glasses on the ground and then he stood again. With no hesitation, he took your face in both of his hands, cradling your jaw both firmly and gently.
Just as the count-down ended, he pressed his lips to yours. They were warm, soft, and tasted of champagne. The kiss felt cut short when a loud bang interrupted you and startled you apart, and you turned your face to the sky as the first of the fireworks exploded over Prism Tower.
Corbeau’s arms went back around your shoulders, pulling you close again, and you wrapped yours around his waist. You leaned into him, smiling as you watched the show. While it was short, it was spectacular, bright colors illuminating the sky as dozens of fireworks went off at once.
“Happy new year, angel,” he whispered in your ear as the finale drew to a close. You turned your face back to his and you kissed him again.
It was soft, at first, gentle and easy. And then something shifted, and you felt a twinge of excitement in your belly as you heard him take a sharp breath. He deepened the kiss, his hands dropping to your waist and pulling your body flush against his. His tongue grazed along yours and you let out a soft moan involuntarily, feeling dizzy.
Corbeau’s hands dropped even further down, and you gasped, your heart jumping in surprise as he lifted you up and set you on the railing. Your arms flew around his neck, holding him tightly. You didn’t feel unsafe on the edge of the building. Corbeau’s hands were wide, warm, and secure against your back, and as he stepped between your open knees you felt more stable than you had on your feet.
He kissed you passionately, though it wasn’t rough, like a man starved. Your fingers gripped his hair as his lips left yours, trailing down your jaw and neck. Anticipation pooled between your legs, and you were surprised at how quickly you felt every nerve in your body begin to drip with want.
“Corbeau,” you said, your voice breathy. His hands were on your upper thighs now, squeezing as he hummed against your neck in response. “Not here.”
It went against your every instinct to ask him to stop, but you felt too exposed out in the open where you were, with so many people on the street and so many apartment lights still on. Corbeau sighed against your skin, his breath warm, and his kisses became gentler as he trailed them back up to your lips.
He kissed you one more time, softly again, and leaned his forehead against yours. You stroked his hair and waited for your heart rate to slow.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, eyes still closed. You hadn’t thought about it until he asked, but you were. You nodded.
He leaned back, helping you down off the railing, then he picked up the champagne again and handed your glass back to you. He took your hand once more, lifting it to his lips and placing a kiss to the back of it, and then he started to lead you back to the door.
Word Count: 1220
Pairing: Corbeau x Female Reader
Warnings: mentions of alcohol and sex, nothing explicit
Summary: You should have anticipated running into Corbeau
Corbeau x Reader Masterlist
kind of a follow up to Boiling Point, I guess? It can stand alone, though. Idk I basically wrote this in my head on my 2-hour drive home today
Your steps echoed in the empty hall as you wandered, slowly making your way to places you knew you probably weren’t supposed to go. Though it was late, the party was still in full swing, and you’d simply intended to step away for some quiet for a few minutes, and ended up getting lost in the vast labyrinth that was Hotel Richissime.
Jacinthe’s annual holiday ball had been exactly what you’d expected when you received the invite - a night of indulgence, glamor, and grandeur. Hors d'oeuvres and champagne were always just an arm’s reach away, carried by impeccably-dressed waiters, and their shining silver trays reflecting the warm-white lighting. There was an orchestra, dancing, and the most divine dinner you’d ever tasted. You’d caught up with old friends and been introduced to more people than you could count.
Now, seeking a moment away from the small talk and constant introductions, you paced slowly across marble tile. Idly, you twisted a small sprig of holly– which you’d picked up from one of the many piles of decorations– through your fingers.
You came across an open door, turning into it without much thought. The room appeared to be some kind of parlor or study, large bookcases lined the far wall, and a few elegant sofas sat in the middle of the room. There was a small piano tucked away in one corner, and an ornate chandelier hung from the ceiling. You looked at it as you stepped in slow circles, watching the light reflect off the crystal prisms.
“Looking for trouble?”
You spun toward the voice, not having realized you weren’t alone, and found Corbeau leaning in the doorway. His hands were in his pockets, one ankle crossed over the other, and a smirk on his face that drew your eyes to his lips. When you pulled them away and met his, they were honey-glazed, boring into yours with a quiet presumption, like he could see your secrets.
Since your hook-up at the hotel, you’d hardly seen each other. Both too busy with life’s expectations to ever address the night you’d spent together, though there was no awkwardness now. If anything, the same spark you’d felt before was back, its buzz a low hum between you. You looked down at the holly in your hands for a moment, considering, and then stepped toward him slowly.
“I don’t have to,” you said as you approached. “Trouble has its own way of finding me.”
“Is that right?” he responded.
You hummed in response, stepping into his space now, though you didn’t touch him. He didn’t move, but you didn’t miss the movement of his throat as he swallowed, or the way his eyes flicked to your lips for just a moment. Now that you were close enough, you could smell the base notes of his cologne that lingered at this late hour. The faint, intoxicating scents of tobacco and rum spice drew you closer, and the electric tension grew between you, thrumming stronger as the distance between you diminished.
“And what are you doing up here, Corbeau?” you asked, looking back at the leaves you were still twirling between your fingers. You tilted your head slightly to the side with your question, and you could feel the tingle of his gaze on your neck.
“Well,” Corbeau said, his voice dropped to just barely above a whisper. “I was sent to find the angel who abandoned her post on top of the tree. Seems like my mission is accomplished.”
You felt heat rise to your cheeks, but you couldn’t help but smile as you shook your head lightly. You reached up and tucked the sprig of holly into the pocket of his suit jacket, and as you smoothed your fingers over it you couldn’t help but remember the tattoos that swirled underneath, how they’d appeared to flow like waves as he’d moved and the muscles under them flexed. The tension was almost to a breaking point now, and you knew if you didn’t get out now you’d end up drowning in him all over again.
“I shouldn’t keep everyone waiting, then,” you said, meeting his eyes again. Up this close you could see every fleck of gold in his irises. It was almost laughable, the way they made him look like an expensive dessert, decadent and enticing. You wanted to covet every shining reflection.
You forced yourself to look away, knowing this was not the time or place to be looking at each other like that. You hadn’t discussed anything yet. There was no definition about what this thing between you was, or who you wanted to know about it, if anyone. You didn’t want to complicate things by getting caught before you’d had the chance.
You tried to step around him, past him and through the doorway, but he stopped you with a hand on your waist. It was warm, firm, and not a question. When you turned back to him he was looking up, and you followed his gaze.
There, at the top of the doorframe, was a small cluster of mistletoe, tied together with a dainty red ribbon. You hadn’t noticed it when you walked in, and part of you wondered if there was a reason for that.
“You put that there,” you accused, tilting your head back down. His face was just inches from yours now, the proximity more overwhelming than ever.
“Do you really think I would be so cliché?” he asked, but he was looking at your lips, one hand coming up to hold your chin gently, and you didn’t have the time or the wherewithal to respond with your absolutely.
Fuck conversations was your last thought before his lips were on yours, the piquant tension snapping again. The kiss wasn’t deep, but it was slow and intentional and it made your knees weak. He took one step forward and you took one step back, and suddenly you were pressed against the doorframe. You slid your hands up the front of his jacket, letting one rest in the crook of his shoulder while the other laid warm against his neck, your thumb just grazing the edge of his jaw.
The next few seconds felt like minutes as his lips caressed yours softly. They were gentle but commanding, taking the lead in every movement. The distant sounds of the orchestra joined the chorus of the quiet sounds of your lips separating and meeting again, and the tension between you was gone, replaced by a comfortable warmth that you wished you could wrap yourself in.
When Corbeau finally leaned back, you were happy to see that your cheeks weren’t the only ones that were flushed, and his unfocused gaze told you he was just as dizzy as you were. You stayed in each other’s space for a moment, neither one of you willing to be the first to pull away, and you let your hand slide up, grazing your thumb over the lower lip that was just showing the first signs of swelling. You watched as it tugged to the side under your touch, thinking only about wanting it back on yours. You dragged your eyes back up to his, and when you spoke again, it was a whisper.
“I’ll see you on New Year’s,” you said, and then you walked away.
riddle me this: corbeau being touch starved to hell and back, constantly craving come kind of physical contact. it's so bad he doesn't even realize it until he figures out he sleeps 100x better with someone snuggled up with him all night, limbs tangled up together, someone sleeping on the other's chest. once he figures that out arceus-forbid you're ever not there with him when he comes to bed at night. even if you're both too exhausted to do anything but sleep, he just needs you with him. <3
hhhhhhhhhh
You startled awake at the sound of your phone ringing, barely processing Corbeau's name on the screen as you answered.
"Are you okay?" you asked, heart still pounding as you sat up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes.
"I need you to come over," Corbeau answered, sounding deadly serious.
"What's wrong?" your head was still fuzzy with sleep, and so was one of your arms. You shook it to get the blood flowing again.
"Nothing, I just... I need you here."
You sighed, glancing at the clock. 1:30AM.
"It's a little late for a booty call, don't you think?" you asked, flopping back onto your mattress. You closed your eyes, knowing that you could absolutely let sleep find you again if you let it.
"It's not like that," you could practically hear Corbeau shaking his head. He sounded almost solemn, and it made your chest tighten with worry.
"Are you okay, really?" you asked, low and sincere, hoping to draw whatever he was feeling out of him.
"Please," was his only quiet reply.
-
When the elevator door opened into his foyer, Corbeau was already there waiting for you. He was in just a t-shirt and boxers, his hair was a mess, his glasses were off, and he looked exhausted. You toed off your shoes and stepped into his open arms.
"What's going on?" you asked, cupping his face gently in your hands. Your thumbs traced the dark circles under his eyes, visible even in the dim light. "I'm worried about you."
Corbeau just shook his head and dipped down to wrap his arms tightly around your waist, lifting you without a word. You hitched your legs around his waist with a practiced ease, your eyebrows knitting together in your confusion. Corbeau had picked you up like this before, but it was always with a different energy, be that sinful or silly. This had a quiet intensity to it that created more questions than it answered.
He was still silent as he carried you through the dark apartment to the bedroom, and you didn't push your questioning further as he laid you down on what had become your side of the bed. You adjusted so your head was more comfortable on the pillow as he climbed over you.
He pulled the blankets - which you had noticed were an uncharacteristic mess - up and around his waist as he settled over you. He laid between your legs with his head on your sternum, his hands reaching up and tucking under your ribs. You put your arms around him gently, stroking his hair and tracing a line from the base of his skull down his spine. He let out a deep, relaxed sigh, so you did it again.
Within minutes his breathing shifted, and you knew he was asleep.
shamelessly nsfw but uhh… scissoring griselle. who said that.
I said it. I screamed it.
You rolled your hips against Griselle’s, drawing a low moan from both of you. Grabbing onto her knee, her legs spread wide for you, you find a steady rhythm as you grind your pussy against hers.
“Fuck, baby.” She throws her head back, beautiful blonde hair splaying over the teal pillowcase. “That’s it. Just like that.” Lazily, she meets your hips with rolls of her own.
The early morning sun peaked through the blinds, warm sun rays laying across the bed. You let out a low moan, doing your best to keep your pace consistent, even though it quickly became exhausting, partially due to how early it was. Pleasure pulsed through your stomach each time your wet clit caught hers at just the right angle.
Looking down at your girlfriend, you let a wondering hand move up her sides, over the curve of her breast. She sighed as you ran a finger over her nipple. “You’re beautiful.” You say breaths.
Griselle hums softy, angling her head to look at you. “You’re beautiful. Especially like this.”
“You should see yourself.”
Griselle reaches for your hand, squeezing your fingers. You interlock your hands, using it as support to continue rocking your hips against hers. She whines when you hit just the right spot. You do your best to hit that same spot over and over, trying to draw more pretty noises from her, despite the ache in your muscles.
You whine, squeezing her hand. With a few more rolls of your hip, you pull away, unable to muster any more. Your left feeling a chill between your legs, and so, so, wet.
Griselle pulls you beside her on the bed, immediately going in for a kiss. Her hands run down your body, nails drifting across your skin. She shifts onto her side and you do to the same, shuddering as her hands move across your hips, squeezing at your thighs.
“Aw, my sweet girl. Already so tired.”
“Shut up.” You huff. “It’s early. Haven’t even had any coffee yet.”
Griselle chuckles, bitting your bottom lip. She pulls as her hands move to your inner thigh, spreading your leg a bit. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. Then I’ll make you some coffee.”
hey guys - HAPPY CHRISTMAS IF YOU CELEBRATE! :D and if not, i hope you’re having a wonderful festive/holiday period & getting lots of rest! <3
this fic is a secret santa gift for @vanillianbean - happy christmas icon!! thank you for supplying us all with your wonderful writing, and i hope you enjoy this as a little repayment for everything you do for z-a tumblr! 🫡🫶
the morning after your first night staying over at grisham’s apartment 🔞 (content labels under the cut!)
c: VERY nsfw i lowkey blacked out, yearning, friends to lovers, unprotected sex, morning sex, head, hickies, tooth-rotting fluff, first time fucking, love confessions
last night was the first time you’d stayed over at grisham’s apartment, and simply laying in his bed next to his sleeping form made your heart fill with so much warmth that you swore you could have melted. neither of you had put a label on your connection just yet - friends to lovers was a delicate thing - you were simply leaving the feelings blossoming between you to flourish on their own, and flourish they did.
you allowed your gaze to drift over him as he breathed softly, still encompassed by sleep, and your attention settled on the slight red stubble littered across his chin and jaw. he looked utterly stunning like this - soft hair freed from his signature ponytail, red and platinum sleep-mussed waves falling gently onto his pillow, blonde sections catching the morning sunlight. most of all, he looked peaceful, and that was something you were starting to notice a lot more frequently since you’d been around. that was something you wouldn’t mind getting used to.
smiling to yourself (like a lovesick fool, you thought), you inched closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder and slithering an arm over his waist to hold him close. the soft cotton of his t shirt mixed with the comforting warmth of his body heat nearly had you drifting back to sleep again, until a soft kiss was pressed to the top of your head and an arm wrapped around you.
“good morning, my love,” he mused softly, the term of endearment eliciting butterflies in your stomach as you simply snuggled into him more, “did you sleep well?”
“so well,” you murmured back, pressing a kiss to his chest before adjusting your head to gaze up at him. “best i’ve slept in months. you make an excellent hot water bottle.”
he grinned at this, sweet and sleepy, before playfully ruffling your hair and letting out an affectionate chuckle. truth be told, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d had such a restful night’s sleep - you’d heard talk of the science behind lovers sleeping more peacefully around each other, but had never experienced it until now, and how beautiful it was. you simply stared up at him as he blinked away his sleepiness, yawning softly as he used his free hand to rub his eyes. seeing him like this, all warm and cosy and domestic, was something you’d craved for months, and now that you were finally blessed with these moments? elated wasn’t the word.
“you’re gorgeous,” you murmured out without thinking, eyes trailing over his features as he grinned down at you. “you flatter me,” he countered, wrapping his arms around your waist to flip you over and begin pressing kisses all over your face. you giggled, grasping the soft material of his shirt as he moved his onslaught of kisses to your neck, then under your t shirt, trailing them down to your stomach as you gasped and hummed happily.
“flattery clearly works,” you mused, letting out a soft giggle as he left a teasing bite to your lower belly, “maybe full body kisses was my goal all along.”
“i wouldn’t be surprised,” he smiled against your skin, pressing a string of kisses just above the hem of your underwear - which made you let out a soft whine involuntarily. you felt his grip tighten on your hips and glanced down at him sheepishly, teeth in your bottom lip.
“you look good down there,” you mused after a charged silence, low, a sly smirk tugging at your lips as you brought your hands to stroke his head. whether you had had a particularly hot dream in the night or it was just HIM, you were unsure, but heat was quickly pooling between your legs as he looked up at you with eyes that could only be described as pleading. testing the waters, he gave you another kiss, on your underwear this time, just below the hem, and you moaned softly, watching as the pleading in his eyes turned to something else entirely. slowly, carefully, he pressed another kiss to your underwear, ever-so-slightly lower down, and your breath caught in your throat as you watched his eyes flutter closed.
“you can take them off,” you near whispered, spreading your legs slightly under him and you felt him grin against your hip, butterflies erupting in your stomach as he moved his hands to your thighs and moved down to lay between your legs.
“thank you,” he whispered as he met your gaze again, and your heart damn near melted. you hadn’t slept together yet - there’d been plenty of desperate touches, stolen kisses in the rain, hot and heavy kisses against a wall when you’d finally confessed your feelings after he’d helped you take on ange - neither of you wanted to rush what was blossoming between you, being best friends first. you’d thought about it endlessly, of course you had, but right now in this moment, in his bed, large warm hands resting on your hips as his soft lips trailed down to your thighs, you wanted him more than ever.
you threaded your fingers through his soft hair as he pressed slow, reverent kisses to your inner thighs, stubble tickling your skin as you let out a happy hum. “you really are so beautiful, gris,” you breathed through an affectionate grin, petting his hair as you cooed praises down at him, “so stunning, i’m so lucky.”
“i’m the lucky one,” he breathed as he looped his fingers into your underwear, pulling them off slowly and pressing soft kisses to your hips as he did so. “you’re ethereal, darling. i’m truly not worthy.”
whatever reply you had come up with died in your throat and was replaced with a stuttered gasp as his tongue licked a slow stripe up to your clit, pressing a soft kiss to it before beginning to eat you out adoringly. beautiful eyes fluttered shut, his fingers stroking soft circles into the skin of your hips as his tongue moved slowly, softly.
you couldn’t help but moan and throw your head back at the softness of it all - he was so gentle, lapping at your arousal like you were something priceless to be treasured, and every time he pressed his tongue to your clit it elicited a soft moan from the back of your throat.
“oh, darling, you look so good like this,” he spoke against your inner thigh before diving back in, a calloused finger teasing your entrance ripping a needy whine from your throat that you didn’t know you were even capable of. you giggled slightly at the noise, glancing down at him to see him gazing up at you like he was worshipping you, pupils blown and eyes positively sparkling. the sight made you bite your lip as you moved a hand to stroke his cheek. “please, gris,” you pleaded softly, rolling your hips against his hand softly to get your point across, “please.”
“no need to be shy, angel,” he breathed, pulling away to focus on teasing slow circles around your entrance, “tell me what it is that you want, my love. i’ll give you anything, you know i will.”
your breathing was stuttered and you couldn’t help the flush that bloomed across your cheeks at his words, letting out a soft whine as he toyed with your entrance so casually as if he didn’t know it was making you damn near fall apart. “i need you,” you moaned out softly, chest rising and falling harshly as you attempted to keep some composure (it didn’t work), “need you to fuck me gris, please. need to feel you, now.”
within a second, he had disappeared from between your legs and his joggers and boxers were discarded on the floor. he was on top of you then, kissing you like he’d been waiting for this moment forever, but as much as it was heated it was soft, so soft that it made your hands shake as you slipped your hands under his shirt to run your nails down his back. he hummed against your lips happily and for a moment everything in the world was perfect. no rogue mega evolutions, no hyperspace distortions - just you, grisham, and the soft sheets of his extremely comfortable double bed. neither of you had said the l word aloud yet, but you knew it lingered between you like a treasured old friend. stopping it from slipping from your lips was becoming more of a challenge with every moment spent together, and right now, in this moment, it was clawing to get out.
“ready?” he breathed against your lips, and the reverence in his voice made goosebumps raise all over your body. you nodded with a whisper of “please,” and before you knew it his tip was pressing into you so gently that it made your head swim.
in your lust-riddled lovesick haze you had completely forgotten to sneak a look at his length until now, and your mouth fell open as your eyes settled on where he was pushing into you. he was big - fuck, he was big - and a lewd moan fell from your lips as he bottomed out inside you, pressing gentle kisses all over your face.
“gris,” you whined out, panting as you clawed at his chest, his shoulders, “fuck, you feel incredible, oh my god-“ you threw your head back as he let out a low moan, immediately seizing the opportunity to bring his teeth to your neck. “you feel incredible,” he spoke against your skin, voice gravelly with pleasure, “do you want- god, can i move?”
“oh, please,” you mewled out and nearly screamed as he pulled back, thrusting back into you and beginning to fuck you dizzyingly well - slow and gentle, his dick dragging against all the right places which made your fists grasp the sheets beneath you. the stretch made your head spin in the most delightful way as he sank his teeth into the soft skin of your neck, shamelessly claiming you as his as he moaned against your skin and fucked you senseless. just for a moment, you thought you might have been in heaven.
“so wet for me, god,” he breathed into your bruising skin before teasing it with his tongue, “been thinking about this, hm?”
“every day,” you whined out, bringing your hands to cup his cheeks as he moved to press a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose. “gris, i -“ love you so much. you ached to be able to get the words out, but fearing this wasn’t really the correct circumstance, you simply smiled and bit your lip. “i - oh, fuck-“
“i know,” he whispered through a smile, eyes meeting yours with a knowing look as he slowed his thrusts and sat back to push your legs up so he could hit even deeper - your jaw fell slack and your brows furrowed as he began rutting into you harder than before, every thrust drawing a high-pitched whine from you, his tip practically hammering your cervix with every roll of his hips. “i know, baby, you too.”
the words were soft and you would have teased him for the uncharacteristic pet name if you were in any better state of mind - however, in the present moment, all of your brain cells had merged into one, and all it could muster was one word: grisham, grisham, grisham.
“shit, you feel so fucking good, don’t think i’m going to last,” you gasped out and he quickened his thrusts immediately, bringing a hand to tease at your clit, gazing down at you like you were some sort of fucking deity. the sudden stimulation made you clench around him and he groaned, eyes rolling back as he pummelled into you relentlessly.
“you feel so fucking good, angel… taking me so well… everything i dreamed of, shit,” he blabbered out, free hand gripping your hip to keep you flush against him as the other circled your clit and his dick hammered your g-spot ruthlessly. you could tell he was close by the fact he was swearing, and the thought made the knot in your lower abdomen pull just a little tighter. you were a mess - not even aware of the sounds you were making at this point, all you knew is that they were damn near pornographic. “oh, shit, gris, i’m gonna cum - oh, grisham, i’m gonna-“
white hot electricity shot through your entire body as you squeaked out his name in a broken moan, every single muscle clenching as he pounded you through your orgasm. your jaw was completely slack, lewd moans and pants escaping from your throat and mixing with his own in a sinful symphony of pleasure. as soon as you began to come down, a cry of your name fell from his lips and he snapped his hips forward in a final hard thrust, both of your bodies shaking as he spilled deep inside you, the feeling making you mewl as he panted and sprawled out on top of you like a big loveable blanket.
you simply lay there for a minute, catching your breath and pressing lazy kisses to grisham’s temple as he did the same to your neck. both of your chests were heaving, and when you cupped his face in your hands, thumbs brushing over that gorgeous stubble, he looked up at you with pure unbridled adoration.
“that was amazing,” you murmured, honestly slightly aghast, not really expecting to have the best sex of your life at 9 in the morning on a sunday, “you are absolutely ridiculous at that.”
“you bring it out of me,” he quipped through a fucked-out grin, resting his cheek on your shoulder as he continued gazing up at you. “you are truly so breathtaking, i could get lost in you all day every day.”
you grinned like an idiot and pulled him into a gentle kiss, the juxtaposition from your earlier activities igniting a fire in your chest. “you drive me crazy,” you murmured against his lips, slipping your hands into his hair and eliciting a happy hum from him. “i think you might be my person, gris.”
he pulled back to grin at you, leaning into your touch and letting his eyes flutter closed. “oh darling, we’ve known this for a long time.” he met your gaze again, moving his hands to stroke your sides as he looked up at you, scheming.
“guess what?” he purred, a ridiculously endearing lopsided grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he leaned to give you another gentle kiss. you melted into it like it was the first one you’d shared, sighing happily and looping your arms over his shoulders before murmuring a “what?” against his lips.
“i love you. i’m in love with you,” he whispered before capturing your lips in yet another kiss, slow and passionate, butterflies erupting in your stomach before the two of you fell into a fit of giggles, curled up into each other against soft sheets.
you were grinning like an idiot now, and you didn’t even try to hide it. “i’m in love with you too, if you couldn’t tell. baby.”
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