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Fukase boredly munched away at the bowl of soggy cocoa puffs while gazing out the window, it was about 12… 12:30? He couldn't tell, all he knew was that it was a rainy afternoon. Suddenly, his brainstorming on what to do that day was interrupted by his ever amusing roommates as they bickered over menial things whilst surfing through channels on tv.
“Come on!” Piko shouted, “Look me in the eye and tell me that Charizard wouldn't kick Greninja’s ass!”
Oliver hollered back “But Greninja has battle bond AND a type advantage! He’d win for sure!”
“Type advantages never stopped Charizard from walloping Gary’s blastoise, not only that, he has coverage in the form of Submission and Seismic Toss, both of which are super effective against dark types such as Greninja, and if he desired to, he has two mega evolutions as well as a gigantamax form at his disposal in order to annihilate that amphibian!” Piko then coughed, having to catch his breath after a long-winded retort.
Oliver and Piko then looked at Flower as she passed by, the former calling out, “Flower, who would win, Ash’s Charizard, or his greninja?” The girl merely looked at the two before giving a nonchalant shrug and a “meh” and walking down the hallway.
“D-D-D-Denied!” Fukase cackled at the two from the kitchen before placing his empty bowl in the sink. Piko deadpanned, and Oliver pouted, but neither made any other response to Fukase’s taunting remark.
Oliver then got up and marched off “Forget it, I've got a tea party scheduled with the Meika’s, and I swore up and down that I wouldn't miss it. But I'm gonna say in advance, Piko, we’re settling this later. Level 9 cpus, no items, pokemon stadium with stage hazards off!” Piko then sighed as Oliver slammed the door behind him before picking up his phone, connecting himself to it via bluetooth to listen to some music without bothering anyone else.
Fukase then began making his way to his room, thinking with amusement at the scene that had just unfolded, Flower had rarely, if ever, been described as noisy. Yet Fukase couldn't help but think that the more elusive something is, the more sought after it should be. He shrugged it off, deciding as he entered his room that that would be a problem for his future self to deal with.
However, as he closed the door and turned to walk to his bed, he froze upon realizing his aforementioned problem was currently standing right in front of him. Flower whipped around, her face bearing an expression that could only be described with an exclamation point and a question mark. “...Hello.” She greeted him, trying her best to act natural, but of course, any attempt to get out of her situation would fail, no matter how daring or thought-out it would be.
And that was because she was wearing his jacket.
Fukase locked his door behind him before approaching, his face beet red, causing the pale haired girl to backpedal a tiny bit. The red-haired boy then pinned her against the wall, causing her to blush and let out a faint, barely audible squeak in response. He then leaned in close, trying to ignore the burning feeling in his face
“Are you trying to drive me nuts?” He growled, “Because its sure as hell working.” Flower squirmed a little bit, averting her gaze, but eventually she locked eyes with him once more, her ever quiet demeanor remaining all the same. Fukase then grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her into a passionate kiss that Fukase could swear caused the pale-haired girl to shudder in response.
The two then pulled away, and Fukase stroked her cheek. “Is this alright?” Flower nodded, her face still flushed. Fukase then grabbed the girl, practically dragging her to the lounge chair in the corner of his room while simultaneously trying to undo the buttons. He then lightly pushed her into the chair, and before up to admire his handiwork for a brief moment.
Flower fidgeted a little bit, awkwardly trying to avoid eye contact, but gave no resistance when Fukase opened the jacket and pulled up her t-shirt to expose her breasts. He then smiled before lightly groping the girl’s bare chest, causing her breath to quicken in response.
Fukase then smirked “You're always so quiet, aloof, all that jazz. I honestly can't recall a time where you’ve raised your voice beyond singing. So I'm gonna change that.” He leaned in close, gripping the hair on the back of her head in an act that caused her to let out a whimper of fear and arousal that only boosted his confidence further. “Mark my words, Petals, I’m gonna make ya scream, and I'm gonna do it no matter what it takes.”
He then crouched and yanked Flower’s shorts and underwear down in one swift motion, before going down on her. Immediately Flower hurriedly clasped a hand over her mouth in a desperate attempt to keep herself quiet as the red-head relentlessly lapped at her folds, letting out a few muffled whimpers between shaky breaths. Fukase then got up and grabbed her hand, pinning it down at her side.
“What did I just say?” Fukase teasingly chided. He then decided to change things up, yanking Flower back to her feet before removing the stolen jacket and tossing it off to the side and positioning her so that when she sat back down, she was on his lap, before reaching down and lightly rubbing at her clit from behind.
“Ngh, haah… fffuck, I- ah…” Flower mewled pathetically, struggling to speak through her own pleasured moaning, tears of pleasure welling up in her eyes. “Mmn… m-more…”
Fukase merely nibbled at her collar bone, relishing in the wordless pleas and cries to keep going. “It's honestly incredible that this is all it takes.” He chuckled as he prodded near her dripping slit and listened to each and every noise she made. “You don't really use your voice all that often for anything other than singing, not to mention how you're always so cold and collected. It's really nice getting to hear it every now and again, especially like this."
Flower whimpered as Fukase inserted a digit into her hole, while this wasn't her first time, she didn't really "get around" as one might say. It was only natural that she would be as sensitive as she is, in her humble opinion, but that didn't stop Fukase from teasing her about it. Flower then pulled away, flipping around and looking him in the eyes with a pleading, lust-filled gaze.
Before Fukase could ask what was wrong, Flower hurriedly crashed her lips against his, and tugged at the waistband of his pants. She then pulled away once more, panting heavily. “Please…” She spoke in a hushed yet desperate tone, panting as she removed what little clothing she still had on. “Just fuck me already…”
Fukase blinked in surprise, heat rushing to his cheeks, but his shock swiftly turned to confidence, how could he deny a request like that? He then shucked off his pants and underwear, revealing his attention-starved erection, and caught Flower as she came in for another lust-driven kiss, after which he pinned her down, and the two looked into each other's eyes with feral desire.
“God you're beautiful.” Fukase murmured as he stroked the girl's cheek before lining himself up. “Are you sure you want this?” Flower nodded, still drunk off of her partner’s affection and praise. Fukase then slowly worked his way in, huffing as he felt his member sink into her warmth, and she in turn winced as she adjusted to the feeling.
“F-Fukase…” Flower keened with pain and pleasure, quivering and gripping the arms of the chair. “Ngh… Ah… P-please…” Fukase was quick to fulfill her request, slowly massaging her inner walls with each tender thrust, which were rewarded with more timid cries of pleasure. “Mmhn! Haah! Fukase!”
Fukase grinned, encouraged further by his partner's noisy reaction. He lightly cupped the girl’s face with one hand, and supported himself with the other. “It's- ngh… kinda incredible… how someone so… calm and collected… can get reduced to a timid, moaning mess like you, yaknow.” Fukase teased between pants and thrusts, “Not to mention a massive turn on.” Fukase then growled, his thrusts slowly growing swifter and sloppier “Fuck… G-getting close…”
“P-please, keep going!” Flower pleaded, desperate for release “Don’t stop! D-do it inside me! Please!” It didn't take much after that, and Fukase came undone with a feral grunt, Flower quickly finishing as well as she felt stream after stream of cum painting her insides. The red-head then collapsed onto her, both struggling to catch their breath after their devil’s tango.
The two then kissed before silently nuzzling up to each other, Flower then anxiously gazed at the door, only for Fukase to draw her attention once more. “Don't worry, I locked it behind me, remember? And besides, Oliver’s probably still at that tea party with the Meika’s, and Piko can’t hear shit as long as he's got his audio input nonsense connected to his phone”
Flower then smiled, silent as ever, before allowing Fukase to lift her in his arms and lay her on the bed, climbing in shortly after. The two then drifted to sleep, both of them unanimously deciding that they'd take care of the mess they made when they woke up.