#nastystuff

Giovanni typically calls you into his office, where he proceeds to tear away your clothing and takes you at his desk. He barely even bothers to ask since you should know by now what he desires. Admittedly, he also views himself as a bit above asking for permission.

“Come to my office at once, dear,” Giovanni caught your shoulder before you could leave the hideout. A certain look in his eyes could only make you swallow in anticipation.

Archer just pulls you aside and takes you on whatever surface is nearest. You are his assistant, basically, so he sees little reason to ask permission either. Giovanni instilled some bad traits into him.

“You. With me. Now,” Archer had your wrist in a death grip before you could even stray too far from his side. His jaw was clenched in frustration. It was little secret what he wanted.

Maxie is red in the face while he asks you to come aside with him to his office. He then manages to get it out only when you two are alone. You will have to do a little inference and help a bit with him.

“Dear, c-come with me to my office!” Maxie stopped you before you could leave the hideout. His cheeks were the same colour as his hair, and you swore his glasses were somehow fogged up.

Archie tends to just ask it a little too plainly. He does not really hold shame. Just, “Wanna go to my office and fuck?” is said and if you agree, then you do just that. Anywhere is fine in his quarters – bed, couch, table, desk. Wherever you are fine with.

“Luvdisc, you bored, too? Wanna go to my office?” Archie spoke brazenly while throwing an arm around your shoulder. The grunts nearby barely gave it any mind.

Cyrus almost always refuses to initiate anything intimate. But, if he was… Well, it would be an unspoken thing, almost. His gaze would just grow intense as he took you aside to somewhere you both could have the utmost privacy.

“… Beloved,” Cyrus called for you. Turning to face him, there was something oddly brewing in his eyes as he observed you. A hand caught your own. Wordlessly, you were tugged along to his office.

Colress is pretty blunt. Of course, he would take you somewhere more private, but there is little wonder what he desires. A pleasant smile is only his lips, while a glare shines over his glasses' lens. He truthfully would do it about anywhere in his lab, quarters, or office.

“I think we should engage in a bonding exercise,” that smile on his lips did not at all match was he was offering. Especially when his gloved hand rested plainly on your ass. All in the name of research. Sure.

Lysandre is far more impassioned than the others here. Though, perhaps that is his nature as a Kalosian... Or his obsession with beauty. The Flare Boss often holds you to him and stares deeply into your eyes before asking you to join him somewhere more private.

“My love,” Lysandre's voice was husky and low in your ear. Arms wrapped around your waist and held you to his firm body. “Come with me… I wish to indulge you,” he whispered. A shiver went down your spine as he followed it with a kiss to the shell of your ear.

Guzma is far too blunt. Extremely too blunt. He lacks any tact whatsoever. But, well, he does not really understand the need for subtlety. You are his partner, yeah? Everyone knows that. He has had Plumeria bitch about how loud you two have been in his room in the past. Besides, why would he care?

“Hey,” Guzma caught you from behind and pressed you into his body. A cologne wafted from him. “Wanna go fuck?” The abrasive question nearly made you laugh from the absurdity.

Volo does not ask. Suddenly, hands will be all over you while you do your survey work. It is him, of course. Who else would it be mocking you for being so unaware? It is adorable to him, at least. The squeak you give as he encases your body and closes your wrists together. You barely have time to give a proper response.

“let’s play a game” he said.

“the 2nd years were talking about them doing it with their partners.” he said

“It can’t be that hard baby, you always listen so well anyways,” he said

each persuasive line that left his pretty pink lips, was only pushing you to that line of just saying ‘of course anything for u gumi!’. but no, this was not the case you kind of just ended ignoring him for a week straight. which honestly in the end game was not the best decision.

because now you have currently gotten yourself in his room, on your stomach, ass slightly arched, crying for relief. now pathetically begging to cum meanwhile, megumi has released at least three times but you don't know honestly.

“have you came yet, hun?” megumi whispered in your ear finally slowing down his furious strokes for a moment

“no gumi promise,” it came out slurred but it was enough to push megumi over the edge making him whimper out a soft curse.

“good,”

“but gumi im s’good for you,” you tried to push back against him so he could hit that sacred spot inside if you. but that became a fail when he put his full body weight on you, preventing you from any movement. quickly wrapping his hand around your neck in a furious manner.

startled from your saliva and tears stained face being yanked out of the my melody and kuromi plushies megumi just got you as an “apology” gift. remembering the sappy-corny line he probably also heard from his classmates or sensei. which if you can recall was something like “your my melody to me kuromi. my sunshine to my dark mountaintop.” of course when first hearing it you felt what he was at least trying to say (in his emo voice ofc), but yet here you were being chocked and guts rearranged while begging for his mercy.

“y/n, baby, can do me a favor please?” he asked with a hint of condescendence in it but you’re too distracted to notice. as expected you let out a string of clustered and gargled ‘gumi, yes, and please’ making megumi let release for what feels like the hundredth time today.

“you think you’ll be able to just shut the fuck up already. im tired of hearing that little brain of yours rattle around up there.” as he placed a kiss on your forehead and let out a loud moan.

when he looked down at you again to see your big crossed eyes staring back at him. it wasn’t until he saw your tear stained face with a trail of saliva exiting your mouth to make him lose it. Hearing him let out a string of curses and him filling up once more.

“i think my dumb baby deserves to cum yeah?,” megumi whimpered into your shoulder.

taking this as your signal after waiting for at least two hours. tightening around megumi’s length but at the height of your delicious climax, he pulled out ruining the most precious moment for you. of course not letting him get away with it so as any reasonable person would do..you threw a tantrum.

in the midsts of whining and kicking a hand was snaking it’s why up to your scalp, to hank your neck back until you were flush against his glistening chest.

“and what the hell do you think you’re doin sweetheart? i never said that sweet ass of yours could cum.” megumi growled in your ear, somehow holding your whole body weight up but just you hair, which of course amazed you.

“not gonna answering your gumi now hm? maybe I should just leave. i mean why would I wanna be around someone who can’t even listen to me.”

oh how you wish you could protest but with the delicious aching on your scalp and the felling of his sweet nectar leaking out of you. it upset you though, he knew exactly what he was doing when he said that. he knew you’d cum, he knew that was the only thing your mind was thinking about. and this is why you loved him so, because it doesn’t matter what the situation is he knows every thought in your head and how to play with the strings attached to you.

“no gumi please i need you.” this must’ve struck a nerve cause megumi’s hand snuck done to your jaw with a fierce grip on your cheeks making your lips puff out. pulling you to making eye contact with him.

“well where baby? in this pretty hole or that mouth of yours? or do you simply just want me to stop and hold you in my arms?”

trying to conjure up an answer since that was a unexpected question, and your obviously not in the right state of mind right now to respond.

“i d’know gumi,” cause in all honesty you didn’t, you wanted all of him everywhere. obviously not surprised with this answer let out a chuckle of pure joy, pushing you back into the mattress.

“pathetic bitch, doesn’t even know how they want to be fucked. it’s a good thing I know what i want right. this is why your my melody, baby.” he moaned out as he pushed back into you.

A loud cry left you as you grasped the sheets in your clenched hand. Corbeau's hips met yours roughly, spearing you open with an accuracy that could almost be painful, despite how long he had spent fingering you. Teeth sank into your nape – the crime boss a bit too fond of biting. You struggled to decide if it was more like his Arbok or Scolipede. There was hardly any coherent thought in you to think, however.

You wanted him deeper – desperately rutting your hips to meet his own. A moan left you when his cock head hit something deep inside you. He took note of your reaction, aiming carefully to torment such a place. You let out more cries. It was too much. Everything was too much. He was so cruel but so loving. Kisses trailed up your neck to your jaw. He whispered something in your ear.

And just as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to that edge you so desired – BANG! A loud sound made both of you freeze. Corbeau's head whipped to the door, staring at it in bewilderment. The tension in your body from the sudden stop made a whine leave you. The sound repeated itself. You both were lost.

Then, desperate skittering scratches were then heard against the door. You both blinked. A pitiful sound – a cry. You huffed when Corbeau pulled out, orgasm ruined and mood killed. He wrapped a robe around himself and opened the door. Scolipede barged in, looking around for any danger. It trotted to you, giving concerned licks and cries. A sigh left you.

“Guess we got too loud,” Corbeau shook his head and approached his pokemon, “We're both alright, buddy.” He let his hand rest on the pokemon's head, just between those dangerous horns. Scolipede let out another sound, this one more contented. You whined.

Corbeau shot you a look. You just crossed your arms. Was this as bad as when he said you would be sharing a bed with him and Scolipede? Somehow, it was worse. The bed hardly could fit two grown adults and one giant bug-type. Scolipede turned to you, looking pitiful somehow. You sighed. It was hard to be mad at it, though.

“Wanna go in your ball for a bit?” Corbeau asked the pokemon, picking up its ball from the bedside table. The pokemon let its trainer recall it. Sitting the ball back down, his gaze locked onto you.