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You let out a muffled yell as you tripped, once again, over a random piece of clothing in your suite of rooms before letting out a giant huff of air and collapsing on your overly plush couch. You were starting to sweat from all the effort and your side was starting to cramp from the awkward angles you tried to contort yourself into in order to free yourself from them.
Your shoes.
Your amazingly perfect shoes that, as soon as you saw in the catalog, you immediately had to order. They were bright pink with a five inch heel and at least eight different buckles along each shoe. They were literally perfect and you never spared expense for a good pair of shoes that would give you the image you wanted.
But these? They were evil.
You should have realized that there was a problem earlier when you were putting them on. It had taken almost three times as long as you had scheduled in to put on a pair of new, overly complicated shoes, but once they were on you pushed it out of your mind. Not only were they tall, which was amazing, but they were extremely comfortable. It wasn’t like you were on your feet all the time, but for the times that you were? It was nice to have a pair of comfortable shoes.
From your spot on the couch, you tried once more to reach down to work on unbuckling the monstrosities. The first two buckles that were at the top of the shoe were the easiest to undo and you had had those done in no time at all, but the others were always just out of reach. If you could thread the end of the strap through the first part of the buckle, there wasn’t even a guarantee that you would be able to undo the part that went in the hole.
A searing pain ran through your side after a few seconds too long of being leaned over and you let out a disgruntled curse before you fell back on the couch before immediately pushing yourself up as the puffy sleeves of your dress immediately tried to suffocate you.
It was like your clothes were bound and determined to kill you today.
You reached for the small pack that held your Pokeballs, before letting it drop back down to the couch. None of your Pokemon had opposable thumbs - one was even a set of keys for Arceus’ sake! The closest to even having fingers was Grimmsnarl, but he was too big and didn’t exactly have the fine motor control abilities to do it.
Chewing on your lip, you came to the conclusion that you had wanted to avoid the most.
You needed outside, human help.
Pushing yourself up to your feet, you stumbled a little over the sudden increase in height before walking to and out of your front door.
One of the best things about being a member of the Elite Four meant that you, and the others, all had your own personal suites within the Pokemon League Headquarters that you were free to live in. Ever since you took Larry’s place (the man just wanted a break and even Top Champion Geeta couldn’t even complain about it,) you had lived in the one set aside for you - a nice suite of rooms with enough space to spread out all of your stuff and even the room to have people over if you wanted to.
Did you know anyone in Paldea other than your coworkers? Well, no, but the thought was still there!
You shut your door behind you and stared down the hallway at the other four doors and bit your lip once again, resisting the urge to chew your lipstick off, as you tried to make your decision.
Geeta was out. There was no way you were going to walk down the entire hallway all the way to the Yveltal-be-damned La Primera for something so trivial. She had been nothing but nice to you since you took the job, but she was still so intimidating that you didn’t want to even try. What if she laughed at you and said that since you were too stupid to even take off your own shoes that you were definitely too dumb to even be a member of the Elite Four?
Yeah, no thanks.
Hassle was out too, almost for the same reason. He was an older man and, like your Grimmsnarl, probably wouldn’t have the ability to do so. These were finicky little buckles and, even if you hadn’t known him for long, the man was overly emotional and might even damage them.
Also, he spent most of his nights at his quarters at Naranja Academy because that’s where his actual, real life job was.
Poppy was also out. Not only was she, like, maybe seven, but she was also mean in a way that all kids definitely were and you were many things but capable of taking the vitriol of a small child who thought you were stupid was definitely out. She also stayed with her parents in Mesagoza for the most part and very rarely stayed at Headquarters.
You swallowed nervously as you stared at the last door - the last person that could possibly help you.
Rika.
You slowly walked over to the Ground-type specialist’s door, the sound of your heels muted on the carpet in the hallway.
It wasn’t like you disliked the older person, quite the opposite! Rika had been one of the defining factors of you choosing, not only the Elite Four position here but also Paldea in general after you completed your Gym Training internship. Rika was absolutely gorgeous and, when you had watched them on their original Gym Circuit whenever they went through the Galar Gym Challenge, you had had the biggest crush on them. They were always so cool and calm and collected and everything you wanted to be. Rika never made you feel stupid whenever you had to ask a ridiculous question about the region you now called home and whenever they flashed you one of their little smirks your knees trembled and you tried not to think about that smirk in other circumstances.
But you were trapped in these shoes and couldn’t get them off yourself unless you broke them and they were too expensive and too pretty to do that so you put your Big Girl Panties on and made your way to Rika’s door, knocking on it quickly before you could think different.
A few seconds later, the door opened and you did everything you could to stop your jaw from dropping.
“Oh, hey, (Y/N), what’s up?”
Rika was already well on their way to relaxing - gone was their harness and bolo tie and their shirt was unbuttoned dangerously low. They weren’t wearing shoes, their feet only clad in a pair of fluffy socks that had a vague, Christmassy pattern of Johtonian Whooper on them.
They were also wearing their glasses.
Which were your weakness.
“H-Hey, Ri,” you started, sheepishly. “Uh, yeah, I’m sorry to bother you, but I’m kind of having an issue?”
The other opened their door a little wider and leaded against the door jam, crossing their arms and looking up at you, your heels making you just a smidgen taller than them. Rika rose an eyebrow and didn’t say anything, as if waiting for you to finish.
You swallowed nervously again.
“Yeah, you see, so,” you took a deep breath. “These shoes are new? And I’m having a difficult time reaching down and undoing all of the buckles because I think they’re literally made of steel or something and I can’t contort myself well enough without being in pain to undo them and none of my Pokemon have thumbs so I can’t really get them to do it either but I really need to get out of these shoes so I was wondering if you’d be able to help me?” You took a quick breath, after literally word vomiting all over your crush. “Maybe?”
Rika was quiet for a moment longer as they looked at you, before their eyes slowly trailed down your body until they rested on the pink monstrosities on your feet. They tilted their head before opening their door fully and turning around.
“Of course! Come on in,” they said.
You couldn’t hold back your sigh of relief as you followed Rika into their suite.
The layout was exactly the same as yours, you noticed, but the decor and furniture was much different. It was all unpacked, for one, and it looked like everything had its spot. It didn’t look like there was anything out of place and the space was spotless.
You had spilled wine on your carpet literally your first night and still hadn’t done anything to get the stain out.
“So you’re stuck?” Rika asked as they easily sat down on the edge of their couch. “How’d you even get into them in the first place if they’re so difficult?”
You snorted. “Honestly? I wish I knew. I think I blacked out this morning when I put them on. That or the three cups of coffee I had made it possible.”
Rika let out a laugh, their voice low and raspy and it sent a shiver down your spine as they spread their legs. Rika lightly tapped their inner thighs before gesturing to your feet. “Well?”
Taking a deep breath, you tried to walk over to them as calmly as possible and as they tapped once more, you lifted your left foot and placed it on the slim spot of couch between their legs. You did everything you could to not move your foot further because then you would literally be touching their crotch.
“Hey, you got two of them though!” Rika said as they wrapped one hand around your ankle and the other started fiddling with one of the buckles. Their hands were warm even through their League-Issued leather gloves with the compass print on the backs. “This shouldn’t be too difficult.”
“If you could get them off I will literally be in your debt,” you offered. “I’ve been trying for like thirty minutes and I’ve just given myself a stitch.”
They let out a low laugh again, “Well, we can’t have that.”
Rika grabbed your foot and jerked it forward a little, causing you to lose your balance and immediately reach out to grab onto their shoulders so that you didn’t fall into their lap. They looked up at you and winked, before looking back down and starting to slowly undo the buckles.
You felt like your entire body was as red as a Tamato berry. What was that wink? Why did they pull you closer? Was it just because they couldn’t get a good look at your shoe or was it because of something else? Why would it even be something else? You were the one with the crush after all, not them. They were a professional, there’s no way they’d have a thing for a coworker.
They let out a little grunt as they freed their third buckle in the time it took you to do one. You could feel their hot breath on your leg and could feel yourself start to get turned on at your proximity.
“Can I ask a question?” Rika asked through their concentration.
:”Of course,” you replied. “You can ask anything, especially since I barged in on your own time and asked you for something so stupid like the idiot I am.”
“It’s not stupid,” Rika said. “And neither are you. I wasn’t doing anything anyway.” They looked up at you and smiled. “Besides, I always like spending time with you (Y/N).”
You stammered out a laugh. “I, uh, I like spending time with you too.” The grip that Rika had on your ankle tightened for a moment before relaxing. “What was your question?”
“Oh yeah,” they said. They easily snapped the last buckle on that shoe and slowly pulled it off of you, the leather of their gloves barely touching your skin and still causing you to shiver. “Why did you even wear these in the first place?”
“I didn’t think they’d be so difficult,” you replied. “And also, look at them! They’re gorgeous.”
Rika gently set your shoe on the ground before then doing the same with your now free foot. Your skin tingled at their touch but you couldn’t help but stretch your foot as it touched their floor. It took nothing at all for you to switch all of your weight to that foot, losing those five inches that they had given you. Rika barely even waited for you to get comfortable in your new position before grabbing your other leg and lifting it into their lap instead of against the couch.
You kept your grip on their shoulders to keep your balance.
“They’re something alright, but I meant like why them in general,” Rika said. “It’s admirable that you go above and beyond every day, but I always feel underdressed when I stand next to you. I’m just wondering why.”
“You’re never underdressed,” you blurted out, a strong flush across your face. Rika grinned up at you and squeezed your calf in reassurance. “But, well, I was always taught ‘Dress for the Job You Want’, ya know? And ever since I was little I’ve always wanted to do something with Fairy-types - whether it be as a random specialist or a Gym Leader or even like now, a member of an Elite Four. And, like, I love dressing up like this - it’s super fun. When little girls come up to me whenever I’m out and about and call me a Princess or whatever it’s literally the best thing in the world.”
Rika let out a grunt as they pulled free a particularly tough buckle and you almost bit clean through your tongue at the sound, trying to not fall into pieces in front of them.
“Surely there are other shoes that fit the aesthetic than these, though?” Rika asked.
“Yeah, totally,” you answered. “It would be a lot easier if I wore like, ballet flats or something? But the heels are kind of my little way of seeming, well, not as childish?” Rika nodded as if they were following and so you continued. “Fairy-type specialists are almost always thought of as younger and, dammit, I’m almost thirty so I don’t want to have the image of childlike follow me around forever. They make me feel tall and powerful and-”
Rika’s grip tightened once more as they looked up at you, their eyes half-lidded but not in boredom but in something that looked like… lust? “And?”
“And, well, sexy,” you finished. “They make me feel sexy and in control and actually my age.”
“I don’t think you need to dress sexy,” Rika replied. And, with that, they pulled out the last buckle. They slowly removed your shoe and set it down on the ground, but instead of putting your foot on the ground with it they wrapped both of their hands around your calf. “You already are sexy.”
Your knee buckled at the words and the only reason you didn’t fully fall was because of your grip on Rika’s shoulders and the fact that their hands moved up to help stable you, coming to rest on your thighs. Their right hand, specifically their right thumb, landed on your inner thigh and you were intimately aware of how close they were to the edge of your panties and your probably incredibly soaked pussy underneath.
You stared at them, blankly, as their grip on your thighs tightened as they looked up at you with that smirk on their face.
“I-I, uh,” you stuttered out. Rika let out a low laugh before slowly started moving their thumb around in small circles, getting closer and closer to your center. "What?"
“What’s wrong, baby?” she asked. Your grip on her shoulders tightened at the fucking nickname. Baby? Where did that even come from? “Meowth got your tongue?”
“I’d rather you did, actually,” you said, not even thinking. As soon as you realized what you said, you let go of their shoulders and slammed both of your hands on your mouth. “Oh Arceus I’m so so sorry!”
Rika bit their lip and their smirk grew into a wide, self-assured smile. You watched as their eyes slowly dilated and your breath started to come quicker and quicker at the look on their face.
“Did you mean it?” Rika asked. Their thumb was now brushing against the edge of your panties every few seconds as they continued their circles with it. “Would you rather I had it? Come on, don’t get all shy on me.”
You let out a nervous giggle that turned into a moan as Rika’s gloved thumb brushed over your center through your underwear and you could feel how wet they were.
“Did. You. Mean. It.”
“Yes!” you cried out. “Yes, I meant it! I’ve wanted you literally since I got here and I’ve had a thing for you since I saw your Gym Circuit when you went through Galar years ago and, ohmyArceus, I need you.”
Rika pulled you down into their lap. Your knees on either side of them, straddling them, as one of their hands left your thigh and moved to your neck to pull you down into a kiss as their other hand quickly made its way under your underwear and immediately went straight to your clit.
You moaned into their mouth as they quickly took, and kept, control. The kiss was anything but soft and sweet, more passionate and dirty as they slid their tongue in your mouth with no resistance. Their hand tightened on the back of your neck and they squeezed it as their thumb pressed on your clit and you jerked in their hold, your back almost bowing in the process.
“Good girl,” Rika whispered against your lips. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Let me know if you don’t like anything, okay baby?”
“Pl-Please,” you nearly cried as their thumb moved faster. “I n-need-”
Rika’s lips attached to your jaw before moving down to your neck. “I know what you need.” They pulled their hand out from your underwear and you whined at the loss. They sucked a quick mark on your shoulder before patting your thigh. “Come on, up. Let’s get these clothes off of you, yeah?”
You nodded, eagerly, as you quickly moved off of their lap. You thought that Rika would just sit there and watch, but they stood up and spun you around, attaching their lips to your neck as they quickly undid the zipper on the back of your dress.
“So eager for me,” they said. “You’ve wanted this for awhile, huh?” Their leather gloves felt immaculate on the bare skin of your back.
“Fuck, yes,” you answered, nearly collapsing back into them.
Your dress quickly fell to the ground, leaving you standing in the middle of Rika’s living room in nothing but your panties. Their hands quickly moved up from your waist and your back and they took a tit in each of their hands, slowly kneading them and pinching at your nipples in a pattern only they knew.
“Does that feel good baby?” they asked. “I’m sorry I didn’t know until now. I would’ve done something about it before. You’re just all kinds of pent up, aren’t you, love?”
“F-Feels so good,” you moaned. Your head rolled to the side as they nipped at your neck, causing you to moan loudly.
Rika let out a moan against your neck and if you skin wasn’t already Ghastly-pimpled it was for sure now. They place big, sloppy kisses all over your shoulders as they played with your tits, moving them in their hands.
After what seemed like hours, but was really maybe a minute, Rika pulled away before spinning you in their arms. Your breasts pushed against their chest and, without the heels, you now had to look slightly up at them. Rika’s hands clenched your hips tightly, pulling you as close to them as you physically could be, as their mouth attached back to yours.
You put your arms around their neck to pull them even closer as they quickly deepened the kiss. You didn’t hold back your nearly feral moan as their hands moved down and each one squeezed one of your ass cheeks.
“I think these are in the way,” Rika mumbled as their fingers played with the waistband of your panties. “Can I take them off, sweet girl?”
You nodded and tried to reattach your lips. An actual bomb could go off and you wouldn’t notice with how small your world had immediately shrunk to as Rika went back to kissed you.
They gripped the waist of your panties and slowly started pulling them off. You let out a whine as they pulled away from your mouth as well, but quickly got with the program as they started slowly kissing down your chest until they took your left nipple in their mouth. Your hands moved to Rika’s hair, burying in it as Rika looked up at you like you were a goddess and they were your worshiper as they laved her tongue in circles around your nipple.
Your underwear fell to the ground and Rika followed, letting go of your tit with a pop and a quick nip causing you to nearly shout as they started kissing down your stomach until they reached the trimmed thatch of curls above your cunt.
“Fuck I could smell you earlier, you know,” Rika said as they breathed warm breaths over your mound. “I had my hands on your legs and all I wanted to do was slide them up and push my fingers into you, taking whatever I wanted.”
“I would’ve let you,” you said through a moan as they reached their still-gloved hand up and slowly ran their finger through your slit. You gasped as Rika placed a kiss right above your clit, so close yet so far away from where you wanted, no, where you needed them.
Rika’s index finger stopped playing in your slick and instead quickly entered you, causing you to let out a little shriek at the surprise intrusion but it quickly turned into a plea for ‘more, please’ as they started moving their finger in and out.
“Oh, baby, is this all for me?” they asked. “You’re fucking soaked.” Rika placed another kiss near your clit and you would probably cum the second they breathed on your pussy. “So wet, so ready for me, aren’t you?”
You felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes as you eagerly nodded, rocking up and down on their finger as they slowly inserted a second one. The stretch felt delicious, making you feel so full.
“What a good girl you are, opening up for me so well,” Rika said as they looked up at you. “I’ve wanted my mouth on you for awhile, you know? I just knew your little pussy was just as pink and as perfect as you.”
They pulled their fingers out and you let out a protesting groan, your pussy clenching around air as you watched them take their gloved fingers and put them in their mouth, sucking your juices off of them. You watched as Rika’s eyes closed as if they were in ecstasy and that was from you, from your taste.
Rika pulled their fingers out of their mouth rubbed the spit-slicked fingers against your cunt, but not entering you.
“Go sit on the couch,” they ordered. They lightly slapped your pussy, the sharpness causing you to cry out but you hurriedly did what they said.
As you collapsed on the couch, your legs spread wide, you watched as Rika stood up and slowly started undoing the rest of their buttons on their shirt until it hung open around them. You could see a brief glimpse of the silvery lines of their top surgery scars, but your gaze quickly wandered as they started to undo their pants and push them down their legs. They were missing their fuzzy socks from earlier and you didn’t know when they would have had the chance to kick them off.
Instead of climbing on top of you like you expected, Rika instead dropped to their knees in front of you. They wrapped their hands around the backs of your knees and pulled you forward until your ass was barely on the couch and you could feel their breath on your bare pussy.
“How many times do you think I can get you off like this?” Rika asked. “Once, twice?”
“I’ve, uh, only ever cum once before,” you said, a little nervously, as your chest heaved in anticipation.
Rika smirked. “Poor thing,” they said. “We’ll have to fix that, won’t we?”
And with no preamble, they bent down and licked up your cunt.
You shrieked as you reached down and put your hands back in their hair, not realizing that the other’s tight ponytail had fallen out a while ago and the long, teal strands were curtained around their face and tangled in your fingers. You moved and grinded and pushed as their tongue went back and forth from pulsing inside of you to circling your clit, quickly driving you to the edge.
Rika’s apartment suite was filled with the wet sounds of them eating you out and your loud moans and cries as they drove you closer and closer to cumming. You had a brief thought that you were glad it was only the two of you and Geeta still in headquarters as Rika pushed a finger inside of your cunt along with her tongue and you felt the tight band that had been coiling tighter and tighter inside of you snap and you were orgasming.
“Fuck (Y/N),” Rika said, coming up. You could see that their mouth and the lower half of their face was glistening and you know it’s because of you. “You sound so pretty when you come. Do you think you can give me another?” They twitched their finger inside of you and your back bowed as you jerked with the oversensitivity of it all. “Is this too much?”
“I-I’ve never, more than once,” you gasped out as another finger was pushed in. “I d-don’t know-”
Rika placed a kiss on your hip before placing their lips around your clit and sucking.
You stuffed your fist in your mouth to keep from screaming as the pressure of your orgasm quickly started to build back up. Your legs were starting to shake and you barely noticed as Rika’s third finger was pushed in alongside. You were close, closer than you ever had been before, and you opened your eyes and looked down to see Rika staring up at you with her mouth around your clit and you couldn’t stop it, didn’t even want to try, as your second orgasm rushed over you.
Tears were flowing down your face and you could barely breath as Rika’s sucking slowly turned into little kisses and the pumping of their fingers started to drag as they, one by one, pulled them out.
“You did so good for me,” Rika said as their little kisses moved from your mound to your hip, to your stomach, to the spot between your breasts, as they slowly moved up your body. “Such a good girl, giving me two whole orgasms. I’m so proud of you.”
Soon they were sitting on the couch next to you and pulling you into their lap. You watched through heavy eyes and with heavy breathing as they used their mouth to take off the leather gloves (that were definitely covered in your slick and probably ruined because of it) before those hands were then placed on your body, moving up and down as if to restore circulation.
Rika’s hands were rough and calloused, the feeling of their skin made your toes curl and you wondered what it was from. The older woman continued whispering praise to you as they stroked your skin, kissing your hair and showering you with affection.
A few minutes later you stopped shaking and Rika looked down at you and smiled. “Was it everything you ever dreamed?”
You snorted and reached up, rubbing away at the runny mascara from your tears as you leaned further into Rika’s chest. “Better, really.” Rika let out a laugh and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “But wait! Rika, you didn’t-”
“I did,” they said, with the most nonchalant shrug ever. “Don’t worry about me baby.”
You groaned and shakily maneuvered yourself until you were straddling their lap again, Rika’s hands came up to hold your sides. “But I want to-”
Rika leaned up and kissed you, silencing you as your arms reached up to rest on their shoulders and you fell into the kiss. You nearly lost your train of thought as Rika pulled away.
“Next time, then,” they said. Their hand came up and grabbed at your chin, shaking your head back and forth gently. “Now, I’m thinking we can continue to make out like teenagers for a bit before ordering something for dinner and maybe going for round two, what do you say?”
You bent down and kissed them, taking them by surprise for the first time as you bit at their lip and pulled away.
“That sounds like an excellent plan.”
You couldn’t help but giggle as Rika growled and flipped you so that the two of you were laying on the couch as they dove in, the kisses being interrupted by your giggles and them telling you to hush as they nipped at your lips and neck.
Thank Arceus for sky high heels with a million buckles and coworkers/crushes willing to lend an extra hand.