Boy Named Ominis Gaunt

You don’t know why you let Taunie drag you to this tournament. You’ve just exhausted yourself fighting off rogue megas and you find Jacinthe to be utterly insufferable so why you’re here is unknown to you.

“Come on (m/n)! At least look like you want to be here!” She pouts, ushering you further into the main room.

And that’s precisely when the Pokéball in your bag wiggled to life before opening of its own accord. Your Dragalge letting out its cry as it dashes further into the room. You’re completely confused as to why your Dragalge decided to act out like this, she only does this if… and that’s when you see him.

Your Dragalge is already twirling around Corbeau, nudging his pocket, urging him to let his Arbok out of its Pokéball. Corbeau sighs, but nonetheless reaches in and calls out his Arbok. The serpentine Pokémon instantly running away as it lays eyes on your Dragalge, the Dragon type cooing cheerfully as it chases around the Arbok.

“Didn’t expect to see you here.” You say with a smirk. the effect you have on Corbeau isn’t exactly unknown to you. You’ve known the shorter man harbors some sort of feelings towards you. If not the blush that always betrays his bravado, then the fact Phillipe is constantly talking about how you make his mood better certainly does.

Corbeau coughs awkwardly into his hand, attempting to avoid eye contact. “Was invited. Told me there’d be strong trainers.” He isn’t slick at all, there’s no way the floor’s tiling can be that entrancing.

“Oh? Were you hoping to see me?” You tease as you tilt your head down, getting down to be eye level with him.

“OF COURSE NOT!” He sputters, though you’re sure that red on his face has nothing to do with a fire type.

“Uh huh.. you’re not slick you know that?” You say as you lay your chin on his shoulder from behind, leaning in close to his ear. “You’re hard as a rock type right now.” Emphasizing your point by squeezing said bulge through his pants.

The whimper that leaves the older man’s mouth is sweeter than any Altaria’s song. You chuckle as you pull back from him, looking around to ensure no one can see you two.

“Come on, girl!” You call to your Dragalge, who begrudgingly stops tormenting Arbok with kisses and nuzzles to return to your side. “I’ll see you around. Hopefully we’ll get to battle, Arceus willing.” You send him a playful wink before skipping back to Taunie.

Corbeau and his Arbok stand side by side, synchronized sighs of relief easing their tensed postures. Arbok would probably be happy never seeing your Dragalge again in its life, but Corbeau less so when it comes to you. Shifting his feet awkwardly, simultaneously attempting to adjust his raging boner and in anticipation that maybe he will get to battle you. Something about you beating him and putting him in his place does unspeakable things to him.

this started playing while i was editing and i'm so dead now