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By : megadeth425
Category: Pokemon > General
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"Can we talk about this?" Cheren asks nervously, and instead of getting an answer to his questions, cold, slick fingers push into his ass, making him yelp and shudder in surprise. All fours isn't a position he finds particularly comfortable, but Hilda's stronger than he is. He'd like to say it's why she always tops, and why there's a lube-covered plastic cock rubbing against his thigh, but that would be oversimplifying things a little too much.
"We already talked about it," she says, working the fingers in to the last knuckle. She has to admit, there's a certain fun in fingering her boyfriend's ass as he squirms and gets all Cheren-ey. "And you seemed pretty on-board for it. Why? Do you want to stop now?"
To help make her point, her fingers home in on his prostate and push against it, making him buck his hips and groan louder than he'd ever want to. He curses loudly and grips the bed, but he doesn't ask her to stop. It creates some unfortunate friction of her strap-on against his thigh some more, and when he closes his eyes he can vividly see smug grin she has on her face. He fell in love with that grin, even if he never admits it.
His reactions are expected, but Hilda still thoroughly enjoys watching it squirm. She starts to move too, thrusting her strap-on between his thighs just to turn up the heat. It brushes against his cock in the process, making him shudder and gasp. She finds him at his cutest when he's so shameless; his stuffy, restrained mask all comes apart once she touches him, which is only fair. A kiss on his cheek will make him blush and completely ruin everything about the image he tries to maintain. When she actually comes onto him sexually, it's an exercise in futility to keep himself anywhere approximate to composed.
After spreading the slick lube all over and opening his ass up slightly, her fingers slip out, grasping his hip instead as she pulls her hips back and lets the fake cock grind between his cheeks. It's already been thoroughly lubricated so that once she has him compliant, it's a breeze from there. She pulls his cheeks apart and angles her hips so that the tip presses against his readied hole. Before she even pushes forward he's already moaning, the anticipation of being fucked doing enough to work him over. There's a snappy remark on the tip of her tongue that she keeps to herself to preserve the moment; it can wait until he's a happy mess and won't get all uppity about her playful pokes in the rib.
Hilda's gentle with him for the first time since they started dating, and Cheren appreciates the effort; she isn't the most patient person he knows, and there was a chance she would just start fucking him. Usually he doesn't mind the way she tugs on his hair and shoves his head between her legs, or the way she pins him down to ride his cock, but she's deflowering his ass, he's thankful for the attempt to make it comfortable for him. It only gets sweeter as she leans forward, her breasts pressing into his back and her lips finding his ear. The strap-on eases into him slowly, gently opening him up and preparing him for what's to come.
As she hilts the fake penis inside him, he groans louder than he has all evening, the feeling of her hips against his rear sending a bit of excitement through his spine. Then she withdraws, and his fingers dig into the sheets harder. He's secretly wanted this for quite some time; he's never been anything but submissive, and it only seems logical at some point that Hilda just actually fuck him, and the excitement is doing a number on him even without the rigid, thick plastic cock she has mounted onto her groin. Pre leaks out of his cock and he bites his lower lip, his upper body lowering down into the bed a little more.
She follows, nibbling on his ear as she gives a few slow rocks back and forth, taking great care with his ass to make sure she doesn't have to stop. She's wanted this too, the logical extension of their entire sex life thus far. None of it bothers her, as topping Cheren is just a continuation of how their dynamic has been since they were six, but there's a certain satisfaction in finally being the one doing the fucking. Her hands roll down his thighs and squeeze on their way up, and she can feel him tighten up in anticipation as she grasps his cock, telegraphing that she's about to start going at it. Predictable, but when he reaches for a pillow to bury his head into, it's satisfying nonetheless.
"Moan for me," she whispers into his ear demandingly, and the thing Cheren is least okay with about their relationship is how a girl he's known for about ten years sexy when she wants to be; there's just something fundamentally wrong about that. Her whisper sends a tingling jolt down his spine and he moans on command as she pushes into him. She builds quickly, all that impatience wearing off as the sounds he makes encourage her. The hand around his shaft is the one still covered in lube, letting each stroke glide swiftly from base to tip. She pumps him in time with her thrusts, knowing his stuffy, obsessive-compulsive ass likes it when things are even. She doesn't want his mind to wander off, as it's prone to doing. His thoughts need to be on her. He has to think about her, moan her name, and everything he does needs to be a reaction to what she does to him. It's how she gets off from getting him off, by making him feel so good that his mind stops wandering for once in his fucking life, and all he knows for the moment is her.
He buries his head into the pillow, and that doesn't stop her from nibbling on his ear. In fact, as she fucks him harder, she only gets nippier, soon enough biting his lobe as her body comes down onto his again and again. His ass has become very receptive to her strap-on, and he wonders if she's intentionally moving her hips down as she pushes in to hit his prostate, or if it's just luck. He doesn't know anymore which it is with her, just that it feels amazing. He rocks his hips, pushing back against her thrusts as he bites down on the pillow to try and muffle his moans, hoping she'll take it to mean she has to just fuck the sounds out him harder.
Thankfully, she does, and he gladly obliges by getting louder. She pounds him, putting all of the strength in her hips to work as she fucks her boyfriend, giving his ass a few occasional grabs and slaps for good measure, just so he knows who's in control, as if he needs reminding. Drifting down, she finds his neck and gets bitier, drawing some hisses out between the moans and grunts. She knows he won't last long with this sort of attention, and wants to milk the moment for all she can.
He's closer than she thinks though, the feeling of her thrusting into his sensitive rear getting him much higher than either of them expected. His toes curl all too late and he cries out in reluctant bliss as he gives her the satisfaction of fucking him right to orgasm, let alone doing it so quickly that he won't hear the end of it. He throbs in her hand as his warm, tight inner walls clamp down around her dildo and he loses himself, cumming straight down onto the bed, her thrusts making his cock move enough to get a few streaks of seed in every which direction.
For good measure, she grabs his thighs and pulls his legs out straight, rocking her hips down forcefully to push him flat and face-down onto the bed as she kisses where she'd left her bite marks. “How was it?” she asked, already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it from him.
“You're the worst,” he groaned.
She laughed and pecked him on the cheek. “I love you too, Cherry Pie.”
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Poke-Ficlets	By : megadeth425 Category: Pokemon > General Views: 13430 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon and make no money from this story.

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