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Things between you and the merchant had been...Even harder to place than they had already been before.
While you still banter back and forth with the taller man, there was a new edge to it. You noted rather quickly, he still wagged his finger, but it wasn't so up in your face. And while he did still have to bend down a bit to meet your gaze properly, you were still short, there was no changing that. He never did so as dramatically as before. Never with the smug arrogance he’d wave in your face about his towering over you. No, he did so with a careful gaze, and without the playful malice as before.
Volo still had his playful tone of course, that was just how he carried himself, but now you noticed, it wasn't so sarcastic. Maybe a tease here and there, but nothing that made your blood boil.
He'd still hum, and chuckle, and coo, and purr, all his playful almost flirty purrs. Even still hum the usual 'Darling' or 'Dear' at you, and it did still make your face flush.
But now...It was much softer, a gentle hum in his throat and his eyes, while still devious sparkling with a smile, were soft. Almost as though he was taking you in each time, you may have never pointed out, but you saw how his eyes would flicker. Between conversations how he'd stare at your lips.
If you happened to lick your lips simply to wet them you noticed how he'd look away from you, the tips of his ears a bright red.
Or if you spoke or laughed loud enough, you could see how he'd swallow, as if he suddenly was face to face with the gaping jaws of a garchomp. It was like he was staring at your teeth.
You had concluded, after your interaction a couple weeks prior, that you really dug yourself into a confusing and…Revealing hole.
You both acted like it had not happened, like you hadn't bitten his finger and held it in your mouth, and when you had after maybe a twenty minute walk to calm the way your face felt like the peak of Firespit Island. The rest of that evening was in silence, tense, warm, and oozing with sexual tension. Trying desperately to act like it had not happened, Volo barely making eye contact with you, not that you looked up to see. And Volo kept shifting awkwardly when you both ate dinner, he kept shifting and crossing his long legs. You had to will the heat in your gut not to assume what you were assuming. Though the way he stifled a trembling noise in his throat with a shaking cough when he moved again, you pressed your thighs together mentally kicking yourself that it definitely was what you were assuming.
And after that frustrating night…you both moved on like normal! Not that this was “normal”...
Spending the next morning trekking back to Jubilife village, chatting away about the plates you gathered in those two weeks, but you could feel his eyes on you the whole time, and you hated how your gut twisted and neck felt hot at the sensation.
And once again, you found yourself traveling with the merchant, in search of more plates. Usually he'd mention his attempts to find more plates on his own, you and him made it a side goal between your usual work to see if you could find more clues alone, or the old artifacts themselves.
But he mentioned being unable to do so, that he 'Was knee deep in work for the guild'. Which baffled you.
He hardly cared if he had a lot of work to do for the guild. It wouldn't stop him from galavanting around Hisui and diving into ruins.
What the hell was going on with him...?
Though…In all fairness, you were buried in your Survey work yourself. Or well taking on way more work than usual, you had at least completed twenty requests the last couple weeks. While you were a hard worker no doubt, you found yourself not pausing once, even for plate searching.
You couldn't.
If you stopped for a break, your mind would wander. If you did something that made you think of him you'd go mad. And you couldn't stand imagining his fingers in your mouth again...
Within a few days of searching, you had found another plate. But you both didn't even bother to talk about it.
No, instead you both set up camp for the night, and sat beside the fire, Volo holding the plate in his hand studying it.
Ah...How familiar.
Of course this time, he was silent. No waving finger in your face, not cooing about his theories and trying to bug you while he did it.
No.
No it was completely silent, say for the crackling fire between you both and the distant cries of nocturnal pokemon in the Mirelands.
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.
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Oh this was hell-!
You much rathered his sarcastic wit from a few weeks ago. Hell! For the near YEAR you'd been in Hisui! You much preferred him trying to piss you off more! Hell, you kind of missed it…
You groaned quietly and looked up where you were, pretending, to scribble away in your Pokédex to try and distract yourself from the weird tension. You'd been tracing the same sketch of a togekiss for 20 minutes at this point. And Volo was still eyeing the plate, his eyebrows were knit together as if in thought as he held it, his arm resting over a lifted knee. His cheeks and eyes were lit up by the fire and it seemed to light him up like some sparkling visage. Which made you stare longer than you should have, gritting your teeth, your hands shaking, you threw down the Pokédex to the side sending it some foot away, you’d grab that later. This caused Volo to jump, scrambling not to drop the dull pate in his hands.
“Why are you being so weird?!”
You bit out, less angry and more frustrated. You were on your hands and knees, getting close to him glaring.
Volo flushed and leaned back, still tightly gripping the plate in his hand, his long slender fingers wrapped around it tightly, you bit the inside of your cheek, of course you’d notice that.
“I- Ehm…I don’t believe I know what you’re talking about- I am not being weird-“
You clenched your teeth and gripped onto the grass between your fingers, a low unconvinced huff leaving your nose.
“That’s shit and you know it…! Volo you know exactly what I’m talking about! We’re not gonna pretend since that night, you haven't been acting weird around me! You won’t look me in the eye and don’t think I haven’t caught you staring at my mouth-!”
His cheeks and ears turned bright red and he dropped the heavy plate in his hand into the grass, a soft thump in the soft earth as it fell silent between you both. Volo glanced from your eyes and shamelessly now dropped his silver gaze to your mouth, your teeth clenched tightly, sharp canines poking out the most prominently. His adams apple bobbed as he swallowed and he looked like a beached magikarp opening and closing his mouth trying to find words that never came.
Instead Volo pressed his hands to his face and groaned, shaking his head, likely to try and pry himself away from whatever, probably inappropriate, thoughts he was having.
You huffed and crawled up to him and when he heard the shuffling of your survey corps uniform he moved his hands away from his face, his red face darkening and the tips of his ears turning bright red. You were so very close now, on your hands and knees still having to stare up at him even at this level, one of your hands finding his knee holding it tightly.
Your gaze never dropped from his growing panicked silver eye but it had softened from the frustration originally on your face, a more confused and even gentle look in your eyes. You frowned slightly reaching a hand to hold his larger one gently.
“Volo…I’m not surprised it’s awkward now…I…I shouldn’t have suddenly bitten you-“
You swallowed hard, licking your lips, which made a soft noise leave Volo’s throat.
“Or…Or-“
Or sucked on your finger like I was sucking on a dick–
Volo shook his head as he looked up straight on now, meeting your shy eyes with an equally nervous feverish gaze, his larger hand sliding slowly to move from your grip and wrapping it around your wrist instead your cheeks flushing as he pressed your palm against his cheek, silver eye lidded and glistening behind his blonde bangs.
“It’s…It’s alright. I- Mm…It’s shameful of me to admit it, obscene even…But it made me feel…Something. I…C-can…Can you do it once more-“
Volo’s voice was hoarse as he rasped it out, and your throat went tight at the request, feeling the heat in your stomach drop in between your thighs. You pressed your thighs together feeling yourself shift glancing aside licking your lips again before breathing out meeting his eyes again slowly nodding your head. He breathed weakly and allowed you to grasp his hand, sliding your fingers along his large slender yet strong hands, running the tips of your fingers along the veins that popped slightly on the top of his hand.
Smaller finger tips brushing along the back of his hand, sliding against his fingers before moving them down again, hand wrapping around his wrist, gently pulling his hand closer to your face.
His breath froze and he choked as you brought his palm to your lips, first gently kissing his palm and softly squeezing his wrist making him exhale softly. You slowly moved your kisses upward, kissing along his fingers pecking each digit. You opened your mouth finally, tongue gently sliding between his fingers drawing out a strained whine, before you wrapped your lips around his index and middle finger slowly moving closer as your eyes went lidded slowly dragging your tongue along the bottom of his fingers.
He squirmed and a soft noise escaped his throat as he covered his mouth, long legs crossing as he gasped behind his other hand panting softly.
You met his heated shameful gaze, eyes softly lidded as you slowly lathered his digits with your tongue, taking them to the knuckles. Not breaking his gaze you bobbed your head, soft puffs from your nose tickling his skin as you sucked on his fingers as though you'd taken his cock between your lips.
He stared, mouth agape now as soft rough noises escaped him, weak moans and trembling gasps as he watched so intently your mouth driving him mad. You slid your tongue between his fingers once more and he groaned softly before pulling them from your lips with a pop, saliva dripping down your chin and dripping off his fingers.
“Arceus above…”
He rasped, toying with your tongue gently with his fingers, your mouth opening wider on reflex.
He still stared, mouth a soft “o” shape as he watched your tongue squirm absent-mindedly, dragging his fingers along your canines. Before he moved swiftly, grabbing you by your uniform collar and his mouth met yours as your back hit the ground.
Tongues and teeth, as he desperately curled his tongue against yours, mouths as desperate as your hips. His hardened cock straining against his work pants, rubbing against your uniform leggings against the clothed heat of your cunt between your thighs. He pulled away both of you gasping for air saliva dribbling down your chins. He stared deeply, silver gaze heated and hungry, lidded with desire.
“I know you watch my hands the same as I watch that whorish mouth of yours…”
He rasped, voice rough and deep, face darkened in shadow against the dimming light of the campfire beside you.
His hand moved downward, cupping your cunt through your work leggings, a sharp hiss of breath leaving him as you arched and whined curling into his touch. He smirked rubbing slow and deeply against the thin cloth of your work leggings, the outline of your lips against the wet cloth
The motions grew deeper and harder as he rubbed and pressed drinking in as you gasped rutting into the fingers you'd day dream about. Taking you apart.
“They can be useful…I swear…”
He groaned breathlessly against your ear, nails suddenly hooking, tearing the thin leggings making you gasp, you could feel yourself ache trembling as he tugged your underwear to the side.
“I'll be better than the fantasies…”
You choked softly when he plunged his saliva soaked fingers into you, a swear in an old language you couldn't understand leaving him as his knuckles bottomed out. He mouthed at your throat as he savored the soft, hot, feeling of you around him, his hips involuntarily bucking. He shifted so you could lean against his shoulder and chest, legs spreading flat as you both watched where his fingers were buried. Slowly starting to pump his digits into you.
You both watched, Volo awed by the mere sounds of the squelching and squishing from your cunt, soft gasps leaving him. And you took in how his long fingers disappeared with barely any resistance, despite how you felt your pelvic floor twitch and flex, his fingers rode smoothly along how your insides curved and the tips of his fingers seemed to reach so deeply, deeper than yours EVER could.
Volo bit his lip gasping and panting against the crown of your skull, eye lidded as his cheek pressed against your scalp. You whimpered and pressed into his shoulder, legs squirming, shutting and opening as you already were aware how quickly his fingers were bringing you to the edge. Volo chuckled but it was not at all confident as he tried to be, no no it was like a desperate sound. Growing excited watching you leak all over him, if the hard shape of his cock against your lower back was anything to go off of.
“Arceus above- So…Wet- Is that what I make you feel…? Just from my fingers…? Ah- I-”
“D…Don't…Flatter your- Nghh…self-”
You rasped but you kept watching intently as he moved his fingers quicker, your lip starting to quiver.
“Shouldn't I…? Had I known…Fuck…I'd have touched you sooner…No…No foolish dance…Sweet…I can't stand you- Your face…That damned maw…Now this…?”
His voice was rough and needy and it made your cunt ache you leaned your head and gently sucked on his neck just under his chin, his thrusts shaking for a moment before he sped up once more, fuck you were close.
“It’s better than what I've tried…Vo…Ah..- C-can't reach as deep as you…Fuck-! Ahn…Better than what I try so hard to imagine, big guy…Ugh- Fuck-”
You tried so hard to tease him, make him plunge deeper and for the record it did work. His grunts grew wild and harsher as he kept this speed and started to do deeper, more shallow thrusts. But with the way you felt yourself start to leak against his fingers and down the line of your ass you couldn't keep it together long enough to keep the words coming, and certainly not as you did.
Jolting your body stiffened against him and you barely held your voice in as your legs went stiff and you squeezed his digits tightly, his own voice muffled against your shoulder as he kept moving his hand. You felt your eyes roll as you squirmed, hips twitching as your mess soaked his hand and a few inches of ground in front of you and down to what was left intact of your torn tights. His hips jolted as his thrusts slowed and finally you came down from the orgasmic high he tipped you into.
Silence fell between you both once more, but so much more satisfied and saturated. Deep shaking breaths the only thing leaving you both, before you whined pitifully as he took his fingers back from your squeezing cunt.
“Volo…”
Your voice rose again after some time.
“Mhh…?”
“Did you cum from that…?”
“Silence yourself before I shove my fingers in your mouth again…”