Unrelated Pokemon Oneshots

common decency- Grimsley x Shauntal

NSFW, it's pee again with- you guessed it! Omorashi and watersports, humiliation, and vaginal sex. Originally written for a commission.

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The worst part is that he already knows, before the disaster has even fully struck, and there isn't a damn thing she can do about, not once he already has her figured out.

This was not intentional, no matter how much Grimsley may be enjoying it. He simply caught her at a bad time, when she'd allowed herself to get too lost in her own head, paying absolutely no mind to her body's needs or continued protests. Shauntal is not proud to admit that this happens to her fairly often, and even less proud to admit that sometimes, the realization once she has returned to reality, the sharp pang reminding her of her predicament, gives her a certain thrill, one that she has never, and has never intended to, share with anyone.

But there is none of that thrill today, because she was not snapped out of things because she'd finished up for the day or because it had gotten too bad to bear, but because he'd dropped in, catching her with her legs tightly crossed, grinding down into the chair a bit, all of this happening without her realizing it. She doesn't realize any of this until he's already spoken to her, and by then, it's too late.

Of course, the look in his eyes tells her that she has already been found out. As she stands on shaky legs, she already knows that he knows , and what's worse, he isn't going to politely step aside to let her take care of that. No, he's going to make this as difficult as possible for her, because when has he ever seen a chance to make things difficult and not taken it?

Which would be fine and expected if it were any other situation, but right, Shauntal just seriously needs to pee, and the fact that her boyfriend is not going to make that easy on her is the worst obstacle she could have imagined.

"Distracted again?" he asks. "You jumped when I called out to you, so you must have been really wrapped up in that."

"It's...been a long day," she replies, taking another shaky step forward. Oh, this isn't good at all- she's already past the point where she can walk normally. If he weren't here, she knows that she would be much too excited and only mildly guilty about her excitement, as she shoved a hand under her skirt and stumbled to the bathroom, just barely managing to peel her tights off in time. And sometimes, it would be such a close call that she would still have to change for the rest of the day and...

It's hardly the time to be thinking about those secret indulgences, when the one she most wants to keep them a secret from is staring her down with a wicked smirk that fills her with a mixture of dread and that same excitement she is trying to forget. He leans against the doorframe, still blocking her only exit, and his comfort meant to show her that he has no intention of moving.

She is already nearly at her limit, and she knows that begging is not going to solve anything. No matter what she does now, it is only going to further feed into what is to come, and her thighs snap together, and she whimpers without meaning to. Absentmindedly, she pulls at the bottom of her skirt, something to keep her hands at her sides, where they belong.

"You already know you're not going to make it," he says, at last putting what he knows to words, removing any possibility for doubt that he isn't already in on things. "You're probably not even going to make it to the door. What were you thinking, letting it get to this point?"

He's not going to let her make it through the door, but there's no point in protesting that, and when she opens her mouth to say something , she only squeaks, losing her train of thought in the process of nearly control, just for a moment, just enough to startle her into letting her hands wander. There is a pointed look from him, and she looks down herself, just to see the pathetic state she has been brought to, both hands pushed under her skirt.