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“Bye, Professor Juniper!” Bianca calls out, her voice just a tad too loud for the inside of a Pokémon Center.
Professor Juniper leaves through the automatic doors, heading back to Nuvema Town, which leaves you to officially start your journey alone.
Well, not completely alone. Your friends Cheren and Bianca will be checking in with you along the way. Cheren’s outside, and Bianca’s checking out what the Pokémart has to offer.
You look down at the Poké Ball in your hand— Oshawott’s. He’s just a cute little thing now, but like you, he’ll grow stronger and evolve. You feel lucky to have him by your side.
Bianca’s taking forever to shop, causing the employee at the counter to tiptoe around, losing his patience. Deciding you don’t need to see that scene unfold, you head outside to join Cheren.
“Sounds like something’s going on in the plaza!” one of the townspeople says to his friend.
“Let’s take a look,” the other responds.
You follow them and find Cheren standing at the edge of the crowd that’s gathered. He turns around and spots you, calling you to come over.
In the plaza, there’s a strange group of people standing in a line. They’re wearing peculiar outfits, primarily gray in color, with hoods over their heads. All of a sudden, a man emerges from behind them. He’s dressed differently from the rest of them. He wears a long robe, and he keeps his hair exposed. His hair is long and green, with a few strands fanning away from his face. His eyes are red and menacing, fit with a red eyepiece covering one of them.
“My name is Ghetsis. I am here representing Team Plasma. Today, ladies and gentlemen, I would like to talk to you about Pokémon liberation.”
Members of the crowd gasp, muttering musings of confusion.
“I’m sure most of you believe that we humans and Pokémon are partners that have come to live together because we want and need each other. However… Is that really the truth? Have you ever considered that perhaps we humans… only assume that this is the truth?”
He paces in front of the crowd, spewing off more and more absurd statements.
“Pokémon are subject to the selfish commands of trainers… They get pushed around when they are our “partners” at work… Can anyone say with confidence that there is no truth in what I’m saying?”
There’s an uncomfortable tension hanging over the crowd. Many of the townspeople are unsure of what he’s trying to preach, muttering to themselves.
Ghetsis starts pacing again. “Now, ladies and gentlemen, Pokémon are different from humans. They are living beings that contain unknown potential. They are living beings from whom we humans have much to learn. Tell me, what is our responsibility toward these wonderful beings called Pokémon?”
The crowd tries to answer his strange question, questioning the possibility of Pokémon liberation.
“That’s right! We must liberate the Pokémon! Then, and only then, will humans and Pokémon truly be equals. Everyone, I end my words here today by imploring you to consider the relationship between people and Pokémon… and the correct way to proceed. We sincerely appreciate your attention.
The other members of Team Plasma form a barrier around Ghetsis and head out, walking as a group towards Route Two.
The crowd immediately bursts into a debate.
“About that speech… What do you think we should do?”
“Liberate Pokemon? That’s not even possible!”
They continue debating back and forth until it gets a little heated, forcing them to separate and cool off. It’s just you, Cheren, and one other person left in the plaza.
“Your Pokémon. Just now it was saying…”
He’s speaking so fast he’s almost tripping on his words. It’s a man with long green hair and a black and white hat. His face is cast in a shadow under the brim of his hat, leaving a mysterious aura about him.
“Slow down. You talk too fast,” Cheren says, prompting you to shove him with your elbow.
“That’s rude!” you scoldingly whisper.
“And what’s this about Pokémon… talking? That’s an odd thing to say.”
Cheren’s not wrong about that, but that’s an inside thought; not the way you’d talk to someone you just met.
“Yes, they’re talking… Oh. Then, you two can’t hear it, either… How sad. My name is N.”
Cheren introduces you and himself before continuing, “We were asked to complete the Pokedex, and we just left on our journey. My main goal is to become the Champion, though.”
“The Pokedex, eh? So… You’re going to confine many, many Pokémon in Poke Balls for that, then. I’m a trainer, too, but I can’t help wondering… Are Pokémon really happy that way?”
He shakes his head and smirks, stepping towards you, “Let me hear your Pokémon’s voice again!”
He challenges you to a battle, sending out his sole Pokémon, a Purrloin.
You send out Oshawott and let the battle begin. It’s a quick battle, with both of your Pokémon at such low levels. But you defeat him and hear him say something… interesting to say the least.
“I never expected to hear Pokémon say such things…”
He recalls his Purrloin and says, “As long as Pokémon are confined in Poke Balls… Pokémon will never become perfect beings. I have to change the world for Pokémon because they’re my friends.”
He leaves before you and Cheren can even get a word in.
“Huh… Strange guy. But I’m not going to worry about it. Trainers and Pokémon help each other out!” Cheren starts rattling off about the gym in Striaton City, but you can’t help but wonder about N. He has a mysterious aura about him that intrigues you. And the way he talks is so peculiar that you can’t help but hang on every word he says.
Cheren takes off suddenly, a hunger for battles born within him. That same hunger lies in you, too. But your mind also wanders elsewhere. It lands on N, and part of you feels silly for fixating on a man you just met. But you can’t help it, you’ve never met someone like him. And what was that thing he said about hearing your Pokémon’s voice? Can he actually understand Pokémon?
No, that’s impossible!
But if it isn’t… What makes him so special that he’s able to possess that ability?
You sigh to yourself and head after him, making your way to Striaton City.
-
The first Gym Leader ended up being a breeze thanks to a Pansear you were gifted. Your team is growing, and it excites you. Your time in Striaton City wasn’t boring either. A couple of members of Team Plasma tried to capture a Munna to harvest its Dream Mist. And after that, they stole a young girl’s Pokémon and hid in Wellspring Cave. You and Cheren had to step in to reunite the girl with her Pokémon. After these two ordeals, you can’t help but question their motives…
But the whole time you were in Striaton City, you couldn’t help but wonder… Would you run into N again?
Nope, not this time. Which left you feeling… disappointed? No, that’s dumb. You’ve crossed paths once and had a single battle, hardly someone you could develop a real attachment to. He’s just so unique that it leaves you intrigued. So intrigued that you hold onto a small amount of hope; hope that you’ll find each other again on your journey.
-
Nevertheless, you’re in Nacrene City and you’re ready to take on the Gym. This city’s interesting for its railroads and restored storage houses. But what’s most interesting of all is that the gym is inside a museum. The Gym Leader, Lenora, uses normal-type Pokémon. You overheard two trainers talking on Route Two about how tough she is. That left you a little intimidated, but you’ll never know what Lenora’s like if you don’t give it an honest try.
You locate the gym and start to head inside, only to be met by none other than the strange man himself, N.
“It’s you…”
Before you can say something, he continues, “I… want to see things no one can see.”
So much for hello.
Cheren’s not entirely wrong about him; he does say some peculiar things.
“The ideals of Pokémon inside their Pokéballs. The truths of how trainers should be.” His gaze is towards you, but you can’t see his eyes due to the brim of his hat. “And a future where Pokémon have become perfect… Do you feel the same?”
“…Yes? I think?” you respond, still processing all of what he said.
“That so? I think my friends and I should test you to see if you can see this future, too.”
He calls out Pidove, immediately challenging you to a battle without giving you time to even think.
You send out Oshawott and try to switch your frame of mind from curiosity to focusing on the precision of your battle. Oshawott defeats Pidove, but his Tympole does a number on your Pansear.
Finally, you’re down to his last Pokémon, Timburr. Oshawott is still hanging in there, but not for much longer. In a close battle, Oshawott pulls through, defeating N and his team once and for all.
He retreats the fainted Timburr and mutters, “I cannot see the future yet… The world is still to be determined.”
He always seems to have his head in the clouds.
“Right now, my friends aren’t strong enough to save all Pokémon. Maybe I can’t solve the equation that will change the world. So, I need power... Power enough that will make anyone agree with me.” He walks towards you and places a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it. You try to ignore the tingling feeling that’s left there when he lets go.
He walks past you, heading towards the outskirts of Nacrene City, but not before stopping in his tracks once more to proclaim, “Now I know what power I need; Reshiram!”
He doesn’t turn towards you to say this, but you imagine the look on his face matches the passion in his voice. Strangely enough, his hand (specifically the one he touched your shoulder with) flexes at his side. His long, green ponytail catches the wind as the sun turns to golden hour, basking him in a warm glow.
And then he’s gone.
You look at your watch and realize you need to challenge the gym now before it closes for the night. There’s no time to think about N and his strange proclamations and probing questions.
What you do wonder about is the color of his eyes. Between just now and the first time you met, you’ve never seen them. They’re always shrouded in the shadow of his hat. You think about what color is hiding underneath.
Maybe they’re green, matching his hair. Maybe they’re a warm brown; inviting and comforting. Or maybe they’re a brilliant blue, so blue that direct eye contact would pierce a hole right through you.
You shake your head as if you’re shaking out the silly thoughts and head inside the gym.
-
It seems your journey is going to be quite the lively one. After you battled Lenora and got the Basic Badge, Team Plasma got in the way again. A handful of them stole a dragon skull from a museum exhibit and ran off into Pinwheel Forest. It took you and Burgh, the Castelia City Gym Leader, to defeat them and return the skull to Lenora.
But the whole time you were in Pinwheel Forest, you had that same small amount of hope in your mind; the prospect that you’ll maybe run into N. Pinwheel Forest did seem like a place he’d frequent after all. A quaint place with nothing but wild Pokémon running free. Yeah, that seems like the perfect place for him.
But to your dismay, he wasn’t there. And since then, you’ve spent your time wondering why you felt such disappointment. You’ve only met each other twice and only had two battles. You barely know anything about him. And even still, thinking about him makes your cheeks hot and your stomach all swirly.
But no, instead of running into N again, you clashed with Team Plasma again.
In Castelia City, more members of Team Plasma stole Bianca’s Munna. Once again, it took another small group to track them down and confront them, which prompted them to return the Munna to Bianca. You’re getting real tired of them, that’s for sure.
And once again… no N. Not that you’re surprised, though. Castelia City doesn’t seem like a place he’d enjoy. Although you had a small hunch you’d see him outside the Gym again. Call it a hunch. Call it hope. Whatever. You’re holding onto it.
You left Castelia City with the same hope beaming right through you. You’re surprised Bianca or Cheren didn’t ask what you were smiling about.
Is this… what a crush feels like? Living for the hope of all and living off of fleeting moments. Those fleeting moments turn into memories you find yourself revisiting over and over again, no matter how small or insignificant the interaction may seem. Because it’s all you have. Your little battles and N’s smart quips live rent-free in your mind. And you’re just now starting to not feel embarrassed about it.
-
You find yourself entering Nimbasa City. Elesa, the electric type Gym Leader, awaits you. Your team is now Dewott, Pansear, Petilil, and Sandile, whom you just caught on Route Four in the middle of a sandstorm. Right before you got here, Professor Juniper met you and Cheren at the route checkpoint, gifting you some Ultra Balls. She reminded you to enjoy the journey ahead before parting ways. That left you feeling excited… but also hopeful for no more trouble from Team Plasma.
And yes, your hope of finding N again still burns brightly. You’re manifesting you have that kind of run-in again, and not the troublesome kind with Team Plasma.
Yet, a man yelling catches your attention.
“Gramps! We know you run the day care! And how do we know? Because we’re Team Plasma!”
You turn your head and notice two members of Team Plasma harassing an old man. You immediately recognize him as the daycare owner from Route Three.
“We’re taking Pokémon away from people, and since you work at the day care, we figure you must have a lot of Pokémon! Hand ‘em over!”
“What kind of nonsense is this?!” the day care owner says, shaking his head. He notices you watching the altercation and rushes over to you.
“Oh! A trainer! Please help me!”
“If you’re going to get in our way, we’ll take your Pokémon, too!” one of them says before challenging you to a battle.
It doesn’t take long for you to defeat him, and before you even get the chance to challenge the other one, they run off.
“This went downhill fast! I think we’d better… RUN!”
They take off, sprinting towards the amusement park. The day care owner thanks you for your help and heads home. Bianca spots you soon after and begins rattling off key locations in Nimbasa City, but you can’t help but think about Team Plasma. You intimidated them so much that the other one wouldn’t let you battle him. That fills you with a sense of pride, but you’re not one for unfinished business.
After Bianca sets off for the Pokémon Musical and bids you farewell, you set your sights on the amusement park and follow the light of the glowing entryway arch.
Once you enter, you look around for any sign of them, but so far… nothing. And they’re typically easy to spot, too, with their strange outfits. But no, the park is filled with typical amusement park-goers.
“You’re looking for Team Plasma, aren’t you?”
That voice. You know who it is without looking at him.
You look up and find him standing by the giant glowing Pikachu. The brim of his hat shrouds half of his face in darkness, just like always. His long green ponytail sways in the wind ever so slightly.
Strange… but also handsome. At least from what you can tell. That damn brim of his hat.
“They ran into the amusement park,” he says, before you can even get a word in. That’s something you’ve noticed about him– he speaks fast. He looks up from the ground, locking eyes with you. His gaze is piercing. “Come with me.”
He turns swiftly and leads you deeper into the amusement park. You have to power-walk to keep up with him at first, with how fast he walks. You pass the Nimbasa City Gym and think about the battle you’re dying to have. Your Sandile almost leveled up enough to take on Elesa. The Bolt Badge is just within your reach.
Daydreaming about the gym leaves you straggling behind N again. You power-walk once more and reach him, only for him to briskly turn around and blurt out, “They’re not here.”
He stopped so fast and so short that you almost bumped into him. You’re only a few inches from him, looking up into his eyes. Now that you’re this close to him, you notice the color of his eyes: a grayish blue. Rogue green strands of hair frame his face… His beautiful face.
Your suspicions were correct. He is handsome.
All you can muster is a meek “Oh” before glancing away, too intimidated by his gaze.
“Let’s ride the Ferris wheel and see if we can spot them,” he proclaims, turning towards the Ferris wheel. But before he leads you there, he grabs your hand.
Your cheeks run hot, and your palms go sweaty. Your legs feel like jelly, coursing with adrenaline and anticipation. His grip on your hand is tight as he practically drags you to the Ferris wheel.
Soon enough, you’re in your own capsule, resembling an upside-down Pokéball. The Ferris wheel slowly lifts you up, giving you a beautiful view beneath you. The amusement park, along with the rest of Nimbasa City, shines brightly. The sun’s starting to set, casting everything in an amber glow.
It isn’t until you’re halfway to the top that N finally speaks.
“First, I must tell you… I am the king of Team Plasma.”
Your eyes widen with shock. How could someone so calm and gentle natured be the king of such a wretched group?
“Ghetsis asked me to work with him to save the Pokémon.”
You’re in such a state of shock, you don’t know what to say. The Ferris wheel carries you to the top before stopping, the view of Nimbasa City even more brilliant. That’s when you’re reminded of where you are… How trapped you are.
“So what was this? Did you just lure me up here to corner me?”
“I wonder how many Pokémon exist in this world…” he trails off, ignoring your questions.
He steps closer to you, and subconsciously, you retreat until you’re pressed up against the wall of the capsule. He towers over you, placing a hand on the glass behind you.
“I want you to join me.”
“What?! I could nev-”
“Shh,” he says, grabbing your chin and angling your face up towards him. The heat between the two of you is strong, and although you’re intimidated right now, you can’t deny that there’s an air of attraction present.
“Ever since our first battle, I knew you were special.” His thumb gently strokes the side of your jaw. “I could sense how strong of a bond you have with your friends. I could hear their inner voice and how much trust they place in you.”
Friends… You recall your first interaction in Accumula Town and how he refers to Pokémon as friends.
“Not every trainer is lucky enough to have a bond like that… There must be something different about you; something that makes you similar to me in ways you don’t understand.”
His gaze is so strong that it feels like he can see right through you. This sort of confidence is out of character for him, especially compared to the last two times you saw him, where he could barely lock eyes with you. Perhaps now that he’s revealed his true self, he’s able to let his confidence shine.
“Join me,” he says simply.
Pardon?
“Join you?”
“Join me and the rest of Team Plasma in our quest to liberate Pokémon from people.”
You think about your team. You think about how heartbroken you’d be to part ways with them. You can’t help but wonder… Would they be heartbroken, too?
“I don’t… I don't know if I can.”
“You don’t need to give me an answer now. I know it’s a big decision,” he says softly.
It falls silent for a moment, just before the Ferris wheel starts moving again. You’re heading for the descent now, and you wonder when he’ll finally let go of your chin and back away from you.
He leans in even closer, lowering his head to meet your level, and kisses you. It’s commanding yet gentle, a mirror of how this entire encounter has been going. His lips are soft, and rogue strands of his hair tickle your face.
He breaks the kiss and pulls back, looking down at you with a strange expression on his face. Your cheeks are even hotter now, and the heat has spread to your ears and down your neck.
“Just think about it. We’ll cross paths again,” he concludes with a soft smirk. Perhaps there’s a playful side to him you have yet to see.
Finally, the Ferris wheel reaches the bottom. He lets go of your chin and steps away from you, ready to leave the capsule. You forgot all about the reason why you entered the amusement park in the first place. It isn’t until you exit the Ferris wheel that you remember.
“My lord N!”
“You’re safe, sire!”
The same Team Plasma members approach him from behind, glaring at you.
“There’s no problem,” he reassures you, so quietly that only you can hear. “Remember, you’re part of the people we brought in to help us save the Pokémon. So, you’re under my protection, as well. Go, quickly, and let my battle cover your retreat… Now then, do you follow my logic?”
“I’m… not sure,” you admit.
“So that’s how it is… That’s unfortunate. Ah. Then the future I envision…” he sighs, trailing off.
You look past him at the Team Plasma grunts. You’ve never been afraid of them. Especially not after your last battle with them. If anything, they’re more of a nuisance.
“Perhaps I can’t beat you here and now, but I’ll battle you anyway to buy time for these members of Team Plasma to flee.”
He initiates the battle, calling out Sandile first. You send out Dewott, and unfortunately for Sandile, he’s no match for Dewott.
“Your Pokémon look happy,” he absentmindedly calls out. Strange thing to say for someone who’s losing.
After defeating Scraggy and Darumaka, he sends out his last Pokémon, a Sigilyph. Seeing it tower over your Sandile in the battlefield reminds you of something you’ve noticed between all three battles now— His team is different each time.
“No Timburr or Pidove?” you call out.
“I release my friends right after our battles… Besides, I prefer to keep you on your toes,” he quips.
Releasing his Pokémon after a battle is extremely fitting for him. Sandile defeats Sigilyph in an uneven match. He retreats his fainted Pokémon and says, “The result was the same… But you… Who are you?”
The Team Plasma members have vanished. N turns to leave, but before he does, adds, “You’re quite strong. But I have a future that I must change. And, for that future… I’ll defeat the Champion and become unbeatable, unlike any other!”
You’ve never seen him speak with such vibrant energy. His passion in this moment is palpable.
“I’ll make all trainers free their Pokémon! Just try and stop me! If you want to be together with Pokémon, your only hope is to collect the badges from each gym and head for the Pokémon League!”
He backs away, leaving you with one last proclamation before he goes.
“If your conviction is not strong enough, you will never be able to defeat me.”
With that, he disappears into the night. The sun has completely set now, and the amusement park lights are at their brightest. You think about what he said— If your conviction is not strong enough, you will never be able to defeat me.
That poses the question… Do you even want to defeat him?
The conflicting feelings are too much to bear. For now, you resign to retiring for the night. You and your team need a good night’s sleep before your gym battle tomorrow. Whether or not you plan on defeating N, challenging all the gyms was your goal all along.
Checking into a hotel for the night, you lie in bed thinking about the Ferris wheel, his confession, and the kiss. It almost felt like… a date?
The idea of going on a date with N makes your stomach swirl. You feel your cheeks go hot again. He’s attractive, sure, but… his passion is magnetic. When he speaks about what he believes in, you can’t help but feel it, too. At least, just at that moment. You’re not sure if you truly agree with his view on Pokémon and people.
But what you do know is… Something is brewing in your heart, but also in your subconscious. You’re just not sure what it means just yet.
-
Your gym battle with Elesa went well. Sandile proved to be a worthy opponent against her electric types. Although her not one but two Emolgas gave you a run for your money. You’d be happy if you never saw Volt Switch used in a battle again.
The next stop was Driftveil City, home of the ground type Gym. The Driftveil Bridge was up when you tried to get there, so Elesa had to intervene to get it lowered. Not only were you able to cross, but so was Team Plasma. The Gym Leader, Clay, gave you and Cheren an ultimatum– locate Team Plasma, and he’ll let you challenge him.
You’re starting to notice a pattern, before you even get a chance to step foot in a Gym, Team Plasma interferes in some shape or form. The grunts are the most annoying part of Team Plasma. If they’re going to keep interfering with your journey, why can’t it just be N himself?
This feeling poses a deeper question: Why are you longing to see him?
It seems the little Ferris wheel run-in has your mind spinning, but to give yourself some credit, how could your mind not be spinning after that? You thought N was this sweet, gentle-natured soul, and learning he’s the king of Team Plasma threatens that idea. How could someone so genuine and caring be affiliated with them? Is he even all those things? Does he even possess all those attributes? Or is it all an act? You’re not sure anymore.
What you do know is that the kiss made you feel a certain way. You couldn’t ignore the butterflies in your stomach or the heat on your face. You think about him pressing you up against the capsule wall and find yourself secretly wishing for more. You think about what else could’ve happened on that Ferris wheel ride. Maybe it would’ve stopped at kissing. Maybe he would’ve taken his hand and traversed your outline.
You’d be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t pictured him sliding his hand down your shorts, playing with your wetness, and reducing you down to a shivering mess. You imagined what his kisses would feel like, migrating from your lips to across your jaw and down your neck. You fantasized about all of this, exchanging body heat in the capsule of the Ferris wheel. Isn’t that just fucked?
-
Driftveil City and its events are in the past now. You’ve set your sights on Mistralton City to take on the next gym. The path there takes you through a peculiar place, Chargestone Cave. It’s a cave filled with electrically charged crystals. You heard they emit a blue glow.
Route Six is uneventful for the most part. You added an Emolga to your team and battled a few other trainers. But now the entrance to Chargestone Cave is ahead, and you’re ready to experience its strange phenomena.
Darkness engulfs you as you head inside. Ahead is the infamous electric blue light. Before you have time to process its natural beauty, you’re startled by two presences beside you.
“What the-”
They grab your arms and lead you deeper into the cave. You writhe under their grasp, desperately trying to flee, but something ahead instantly makes your body go limp.
It’s N, standing beside one of the tall blue crystals.
Before the two strangers let you go, one of them says, “My lord N, we brought the one you wanted.”
In a flash, they disappear, and it’s just the two of you alone, basking in the faint sound of the crackling electricity.
“Don’t mind them,” he says, facing the crystal.
“Who were they?”
“The Shadow Triad. They were enlisted by Ghetsis to join Team Plasma.”
…That doesn’t really answer your question.
“Walk with me,” he says.
He leads you deeper in the cave, passing by more blue crystals, except these ones float.
“Chargestone Cave… I like this place. Formulas express electricity and its connection to Pokémon… If people did not exist, this would be an ideal place.”
He leads you deeper into the meandering cave, passing by wild Pokémon and some trainers. But N takes you to a part of the cave that’s truly secluded, a crevice partially blocked off by two large crystals.
“You have been chosen, you know. Does it surprise you that I said that?”
“Yes,” you admit.
“Of course. Such news should be a surprise,” he leans back against the wall of the cave and looks at the ground, smiling to himself.
“I told Ghetsis about you… and your friends.”
Your heart sinks to your stomach.
“Why?”
“He apparently used the Shadow Triad to find out about you. Cheren is pursuing the ideal of strength. Poor Bianca has faced the sad truth that not everyone can become stronger. But you…”
He walks over to you, cornering you in the crevice and against the cave wall. He places his hands on the wall by either side of your head. His eyes are wide, pupils so big that only a small ring of grayish blue remains. He’s backlit from the crystals at the base of the crevice, giving him an eerie glow.
“You are not swayed either way— more of a neutral presence. Which, according to Ghetsis, is a good thing. He wants to learn what kind of trainer you are.”
You gulp subconsciously.
“If I were to let you go off alone, you’d be met with countless Team Plasma members here in the cave, ready to battle you.”
Is that why he tracked you down? To pass some sort of test?
“But that’s not what I have planned for you.”
“No? Then what do you have planned for me?”
“I’d like to see what kind of trainer you are, sure. But… I want to know more than that. I want to know what’s going through that pretty little mind of yours. I want to know you.”
You blink a few times, processing all of his words. Stupidly, your mind focuses on the word pretty.
“And how do you plan on doing that?”
“Join me.”
“I already said-”
“If not permanently, at least temporarily. Let me teach you about the cause and show you my perspective.”
“And if I don’t agree?”
“Then…” he trails off, ripping his eyes away from you and looking at the floor. “I’ll respect your decision…”
His eyes flash back to you. “But I think you’ll find me to be rather convincing.”
There’s a slyness in his voice and a trace of a smirk on his face. Your stomach swirls again, and you feel your heartbeat in your ears.
“What do you say, sweetheart? Can you give me a chance?”
He leans in closer now, his face only a few inches from yours. The eagerness on his face, his lips curved into a smirk, his wide eyes, the blue aura around him— it’s almost too much to bear.
How can you say no?
“Yes,” you whisper.
He wordlessly kisses you, his hands leaving the cave wall and grabbing your waist, just as you fantasized about. His rogue strands of hair tickle your face as the kiss grows more passionate. You don’t mind the gentle tickling. It’s a reminder that he’s real and that this isn’t all in your head; a reminder that you could pull the king of Team Plasma.
He places his other hand on your cheek, caressing your face as he continues to kiss you. You feel his tongue brush against your lips, asking for access. You oblige, parting your lips and letting him explore your mouth.
However, this kind of kissing doesn’t last long. He pulls away, and for a moment, you’re worried you did something wrong. Your face must betray that you’re self-conscious because he smugly says, “I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart. Don’t worry.”
He brings his fingers to his mouth before slipping them down your shorts. You gasp at the sudden and bold move, not that you’re objecting to it, though. They tease your entrance before sliding inside you, curling against your walls. A loud moan escapes your lips and echoes through the cave.
“Shh,” he whispers directly in your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine. “You want every trainer in here to hear you?”
“No,” you whimper.
“You’re gonna have to be quiet. Think you can do that? Can you be a good girl for me?”
You nod eagerly, prompting him to grab your chin and kiss you. He gets to work with his fingers again, pumping them in and out. Your wetness runs down his hand as he pleasures you, fingers pushing against your sensitive spot. Your core tightens, the coils of pleasure about to snap. Your body prepares for a big release, every cell of your being teeming with anticipation.
“I’m gonna cum,” you whisper, finishing the last word with a small whimper.
“Be quiet,” he teases in a sing-songy whisper, “Be my good girl.”
It drives you wild when he praises you.
Good girl.
That’s all you wanna be: his good girl.
You roll your hips into his hand, coming hard as you bite your lip, careful to muffle any sounds. You pant and fight the urge to let out another moan. It’s almost torture that he’s forcing you to be quiet. But the prospect of him calling you a good girl again is too good to pass up.
You cum around his fingers, feeling your walls convulse erratically. He curses under his breath, curling his fingers harder and faster to prolong your release. It’s so hard to stay quiet but fight the urge to moan. Your sounds would just echo off the cave walls and reveal what you’re doing.
Although… the prospect of getting caught excites you. Isn’t that just fucked? Maybe he shares the same excitement.
He pulls his fingers from you once you’re done coming and brings them to his mouth, tasting your wetness. Your mouth falls open, and a small whimper comes out. He licks his fingers clean, closing his eyes at your taste.
“So sweet,” he says, removing his fingers and looking at you again. “Just like I knew it would be.”
Another whimper escapes your lips.
“You ready for more, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” you say a little too quickly.
You’re not sure what he exactly means by more; it could be several things. But you’ll happily accept whatever he wants to do to you.
He tugs at the waistband of your shorts, guiding them down in one swift motion with your underwear. Goosebumps form on your skin as a reaction to the cool cave air. He unzips his pants and releases his cock, springing free from the fabric. You look down and notice a patch of wet pre-cum on his pants. He reaches towards you and collects your wetness from your cunt, spreading it on his cock. You shiver in anticipation.
He lowers himself a few inches and says, “Put your hands on my shoulders.”
You do as you’re told, holding onto him as he lifts you slightly, your back pressed harder against the cool stone. He hooks his arms underneath your thighs, supporting you just as he enters you slowly. Your breath hitches in your throat, your walls adjusting to his size, a stark difference from his fingers.
“You okay, sweetheart? I know you can take it.”
“Yes,” you whimper, trying your best to keep quiet already.
“That’s my good girl,” he smiles, drawing his hips back and thrusting into you.
He repeats this over and over, hitting the most perfect angles inside you. You bite your lip to prevent making any noises. He noticed how hard you’re trying to be good and leans forward, kissing you as he fucks you. The kiss grows more passionate, but his signature hat gets in the way. You bring a hand to his hair, running your fingers through it and pushing his hat off his head. He moans into you as you play with his hair. You feel good knowing that you’re pleasing him, too.
The coils of pleasure in your core grow tighter once again, threatening to snap. The flood dams are about to burst, and you’re not sure how much longer you can hold on.
“N,” you whisper against his lips, the desperation laced in your voice. “I’m gonna cum.”
“Mmm, do it,” he whispers back. “But wait.” He breaks the kiss and pulls his head back. “I want to watch your face when you do.”
You feel self-conscious, knowing he’s studying your face so intently as you finish. You’ve never seen yourself finish, so you’re sure you’re going to have some stupid expression on your face as you cum. His lips are curved into a soft smirk, his hips thrusting into you, his pace never faltering.
You cum around his cock, and against your will, a moan slips out. You worry about what he’ll do or say, and the expression on your face must betray that.
“Don’t hold back,” he says, “I want to see what you’re like when you’re coming around me.”
You heed his words but still try to muffle your moans so as not to alert anyone else in the cave. Waves of pleasure erupt from your core as you ride out your high. He continues to fuck you through your release, lengthening it for as long as he can.
But soon enough, he can’t hold on anymore, and he finishes inside you. Warmth fills your insides as he cums, his own sounds of pleasure coming from him. For right now, you can’t be worried about him coming inside. You’re too blissed out to care.
When he’s done, he stays inside you for a bit and keeps you pressed up against the wall. It’s silent between you two except for the sound of your labored breathing.
“I bet you wanted to get caught,” you whisper.
“I wouldn’t mind it,” he admits.
Your mouth falls open at his boldness.
“What?” he chuckles. “I don’t care if anyone sees me taking what’s mine.”
That gets your cheeks to heat up and your stomach to swirl excitedly.
He pulls himself from you and helps you down, handing your shorts back to you. As you put them on, he says, “Don’t worry. We’ll stop at a pharmacy," while replacing his hat on his head.
You assume he’s talking about coming inside you, and admire that he’s thinking about that kind of thing.
“Thanks,” you whisper. Once you’re dressed, you stand before him, wondering what the next move is from here.
“Don’t worry about Team Plasma either. You’re with me now. They won’t bother you.”
You forgot all about the conversation you had before the sex. But now you recall agreeing to join him, at least give him a chance. How could you walk back on that now? Do you even want to?
“Okay,” you sigh.
He places a hand on the small of your back and guides you out of the crevice and through the cave. You pass multiple members of Team Plasma on the way out. Their wandering eyes and judgmental looks say it all. But you don’t mind. You know that if you have their King by your side, they won’t bother you. Besides that, you could take each and every one of them in a battle any day of the week.
N leaves the cave first, stepping out into the sunlight. He turns and extends his hand out to you and says, “Are you ready to change the future with me?”
He’s cast in a glowing light, unlike the cool blue light inside the cave. No, this light is warm, giving him an angelic glow.
To think this is where you'd end up with him, it made living for the hope of it all worth it.
You take a deep breath and respond, “Yes, I am,” before taking his hand.