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(about a problematic ship) actually i think the power dynamics should get more unbalanced and they should have less respect for each other's autonomy and they should violate more boundaries and commucate worse and fuse together in a tangled mass of tragedy until the lines between them blur and vanish and they are one single unified embodiment of unending worship
Summary: Seika has a thing for Grisham's voice, and he takes full advantage of this.
This will most likely be part of a longer fic in the future, I just wanted to go and and feed the few Grisham girlies with what I had. I think we're all starving.
“Even if you can’t go up the tower, we hope our coffee can still make your visit worthwhile.”
Seika, unfortunately, immediately realized that she had a thing for his voice. She hadn’t even known the baristo’s name at that point, but those few, simple words were stuck in her head for hours after they met. It was so long ago now, and she could still somehow hear the words as clear as day. It was like they had been burned into her forever.
It only got worse as time went on, if she was being honest with herself. Grisham’s voice could reduce her to a puddle in an embarrassingly short amount of time. In combination with his handsome face and his fiery determination? She was a goner long before he ever knew it.
And, when he finally did know? He couldn’t figure out how he got so lucky.
“Your thighs are already shaking.” Grisham’s soft, hypnotic voice had her entranced as he stared up at her from his place between her legs. Her freckled face was flushed, mewls and whines spilling from her lips as two of his fingers dipped in and out of her wetness. He was purposefully going slow and shallow, knowing how much teasing right at her entrance drove her insane. Her hips were trying to lift up to get his fingers deeper, only held back by his other hand pressing on her lower stomach. Oh, she was adorable when she was this needy. “You seem more sensitive than usual. Why is that, I wonder?”
His question was rhetorical. He had already taken her through two orgasms, after all, so he was completely to blame for her current overwhelmed state. He also knew he wouldn't get a proper answer when he lowered his head to wrap his lips around her puffy clit. His auburn eyes watched her every move as he flattened his tongue and dragged it slowly against the swollen bud. A soft groan came from his throat when her back arched off of the bed, but it was drowned out by her much louder cry of pleasure. He quietly laughed and spoke between licks, holding her still as the vibrations made her squirm. “You like it that much? So needy… and sweet… All of this, for me?”
“Yes!” she whined, desperate and willing to say anything for more friction at this point. The shallow thrusts of his fingers were winding her up perfectly, keeping her teetering on the edge. One of her hands was wrapped tightly around his wrist, the one that was holding down her hips, and the other was gripping the pillow behind her head so tightly, her knuckles were white.
He would never get tired of seeing her like this. Needy. Overstimulated. Completely fucked-out by him. He removed his hand from her lower stomach, intertwining his fingers with hers to let her hold onto him as tightly as she needed. He began laying soft kisses over her stomach, trailing down her thigh until he made his way back to her drenched entrance. With no warning, he pressed his fingers back in up to the knuckle, setting a brutal pace. His tongue rubbed her clit in steady, firm circles, and the sudden stimulation made her cum almost immediately. His name fell from her lips in a choked sob, hips rising as he finger fucked her through her third orgasm of the night. She was panting and breathless when her hips finally fell back to the bed. While she caught her breath, he hurriedly grabbed a condom, tearing it open and putting it on in what had to be record time.
“Thank you, precious.” A final, almost chaste kiss to her clit made her jolt, instinctively trying to get away from the sensation, but he was already pulling back to crawl up her body. She was the one to pull him down into a kiss, almost limp in his hands as he carefully hiked her thighs up and around his waist. He broke the kiss to look into her eyes, looking for permission as he whispered, “Can you still take me?”
She could only nod, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him back down into the kiss, and she sobbed against his mouth when he finally, finally slid himself inside of her. A low groan escaped him as well as he settled into a slow, deep rhythm. The sound made her tighten around him, to his absolute delight, and he pulled back to look at her. His voice was starting to become strained as he got closer to his own end, but he needed to feel her fall apart on him. “Come one more time for me, princess. I know you’ve got it in you.”
She shook her head, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes as she pressed the side of her face into the pillow. “G-Gris, I can’t… s’too much…”
“You can,” he encouraged, his gentle tone in stark conflict with the way his hips were drilling into hers, thrusts steadily speeding up. He lifted his right hand to cup her cheek, tenderly lifting her face off of the pillow until she was facing him again. “Look at me. I need to see your face when you come on my cock. You can do that for me, can’t you? Please, Seika?”
She nodded repeatedly, somehow still finding her voice in the onslaught of pleasure. “Just don’t stop, please!”
“Never.” He leaned down to kiss her again, swallowing all of her whines and moans greedily as his tongue tangled with hers. She clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders and back, and Grisham couldn’t get enough of her squirming beneath him. Even after so much stimulation, she was still lifting her hips to meet his every thrust; desperate for more, for him. Every inch of her body was pressed against his, every centimeter lit aflame where they touched. He broke the kiss to rest his forehead against hers, eyes locked and breaths entangled as they chased their own ends together.
Seika screamed when her fourth and final orgasm tore through her without much warning. She was unable to keep her eyes open, but dutifully did not hide her face away from him. The gorgeous sight and the feeling of her cumming around him threw him into his own orgasm. An uncharacteristically loud cry tore out of his throat as he sheathed himself as deep into her as possible. His face pressed into her neck, letting his weight fall over her shaking body as he rode out his release.
It was several minutes before either of them moved. Her voice was weak and squeaky as she said his name, and he slowly started coming back to his own senses. He lifted himself back up, with effort, and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead as he stroked her hair. She was overwhelmed, he could tell, and he cooed at her soothingly, “I know, princess, I know. I’m right here, just breathe. You did so well. Absolutely perfect.”
Seika whined when he pulled out of her and he shushed her gently, pressing kisses all over her face before forcing himself up and away from her warmth. “I’ll be right back, I promise.” It was a promise for himself just as much as it was for her. He was back within 3 minutes, condom thrown away and a warm rag and bottle of water in his hands. He carefully cleaned between her legs, making sure she was clean before settling back onto the bed next to her.
She turned to curl herself against him, and he wrapped his arms around her. “You need to drink some water,” he pointed out, but made no move to remove her from his embrace.
“In a minute,” she mumbled, nuzzling into his warm chest. They had time. In that quiet moment in Grisham’s tiny Lumiose apartment, neither could understand how they got so lucky.
Something unholy possessed me today and this was the result. I can’t help but imagine that Grisham has a really calm, soothing voice. A great way to spend my last bit of vacation before heading back to work, I'd say.
This was also heavily inspired by breakthechain’s delicious Grisham headcanons here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/39077529/chapters/191135681
really obsessed with the implication in Z-A that instead of just being a guy with a bad sense of direction, Leon is some kind of SCP that causes everyone and everything to get lost right along with him
