THINKING OF YOU
This is my first smut EVER. Like ever. So please be nice to me. I like it raunchy so I hope it’s not weird. Please enjoy!
Content: Adaman x reader, protective Adaman, Subby Adaman, tit sucking, male masturbation, kinda smell kink, pnv, he loves you very much, mutual pining, kinda proof read. I’m not good at grammar. Im new to adding content warnings so please let me know if I missed anything important!
Summary: You had come back from quite the rough night in the Hisuian wilds. Luckily, Adaman is here to take care of you! What you don’t know is that the poor boy has it bad for you. So bad that he can’t sleep at night.
Word count: 5512
Adaman was always thinking of you. Always. Even when he didn’t mean to! Your face, your voice, the very concept of you always found a way to worm into his head. But honestly, how could he not have you on his mind. You’ve been an absolute angel, a wonder that descended from the heavens. Literally.
Your willingness to help was almost suspicious. Life in Hisui revolved around survival. To find someone willing to stick their neck out for others, without some kind of ulterior motive, was few and far between. While the communities of both clans were well more than civilized, the wild was a whole other arena. It wasn’t unheard of for people to go missing. Groups would go out into the Hisuian wilds, and only half would return.
Whether it be raging alpha Pokemon, the climate, or worse, leaving people behind to save your own skin was a common issue.
But you…
You thought differently.
You always gave it your all in helping the community in both the Diamond and Pearl clans. And while Adaman preferred to keep you to himself and the Diamond clan, he saw it was better for the survival of all to let you do as you wish. He knew better than to get in your way. Why would he after all you’ve done. You’ve busted you ass left and right. You’ve helped set up base camps with your own hands in the scorching heat. You’ve put yourself in danger and quelled the frenzied Pokemon.
You’ve even gone as far as to show the people of the Diamond Clan your beloved Pokemon. Seeing the look on the children’s faces always warmed your heart. Kneeling down as you unleash your Rowlet from its ball, you watch as the fear melts from their faces and turns to pure joy. Your chest swells and flutters as you let the children play with Rowlet. They chase him and playing games, sometimes even going as far as to feeding him.
From just across the way, Adaman watches. A smile creeps up on his face as he observes. Nobody here deserves you. You were so patient, never losing your temper, never raising your voice.
In Adaman’s eyes, it was quite the commendable trait to have, and only one of the many reasons he loved you. You were stunning. Breathtaking. Almighty Sinnoh, your beauty is divine. Your kindness knows no end, your generosity no bounds. Even when you’re borderline exhausted, against all odds you still manage to help those in need.
More than once he’s seen you limping around. The ache clinging to your muscles was evident, the bags under your eyes were growing darker by each sleepless night. But the second your eyes catch his, you’re all smiles and cheer.
He doesn’t know how you do it. It’s amazes him. Your dedication, your commitment, it makes his heart throb.
Along with a few other things…
At one point in time however, the pain had become too much for you to bear.
After a particularly horrific night of catching every possible ghost type for Laventon, you were spent. Adaman had made the trip to Jubilife Village for some business… but seeing as you had just arrived…
He approached you with exhilaration, feeling as if he were walking on air. Each step was in sync with his heart, every beat drawing him closer to you.
“My my, if it isn’t my favorite Galaxy Team member! I was hoping I would run into-“
His voice faded in the gentle wind. You looked drained, utterly and completely. Your steps were heavy, dragging across the dirt path, leaving patterns in your wake. Your eyes fought to stay open, every blink leaving your vision cloudy. The slight stink of sweat clung to your form. All that running through the night left you shaken.
“Oh dear… you don’t look so good. A-… are you alright?” Adaman ventured, raising a gentle hand in attempts to examine you.
“Oh… Adaman…” A yawn got caught in your throat, cutting off your words. Your words were light, your mind struggled to form sentences.
“I was just out… doing Pokédex work for Laventon… nothing too serious…” you explained, waving a limp hand in the air to shoo away his concern.
Adaman raises a brow, a look that was quite common for him. He shifts his weight to one side, taking a good long look at your clothes. They were tattered and torn, stained with dirt and… wait was that dried blood??
“A…ha… yeah. This won’t do at all. You’re coming with me.” He demands, leaving no room for protest. He grabs your hand, dragging you behind him. In your half asleep state, you almost topple over.
“Hmm… a-AUGH!” You trail behind him, his pace not letting up. Adaman marches over to a food stall. He grabs your shoulders, and sits you down at the table. You sit down with an “oof” as your bottom hits the seat. Your world was being shaken a little too much to your liking.
“Hey, what gives??” You yell, or at least try to. Really you don’t have the energy to complain. Your body screams in relief now that you have a place to sit. You let yourself collapse on the table, leaning forward and stretching your arms out. The texture of the word is rough and irritates your skin. Though, you couldn’t really give a damn about it. Someone could tell you that this was a pillow, and you’d believe them.
You don’t know how many minutes went by before the sweet savory scent of something invaded your nose. Like a wild pokemon, you sniff softly before opening your eyes. ‘Odd… I don’t even remember closing my eyes.’ You thought… have you really been this tired?
You hiss as the blinding light of day assaults your eyes. As they adjust to your surroundings, you’re met with wonderful surprise. The clashing of blue and muted green, and a plentiful plate of potato mochi.
You sit up, rubbing your eyes to try to wake yourself, groaning as you do so. You glance up, seeing Adaman resting his chin in the palm of his hand. His eyes hold protective intent, and it sends a shiver down your spine.
“After this you’re going straight to bed.” He shoves the plate closer, prompting you to eat. Even then, your stubbornness to assist others was still front and center in your mind.
“I- I can’t just eat and go to bed. I still have to report to Cyllene about-“ Adaman remains firm in his stance, refusing to allow you to push yourself any further.
“I won’t hear it! You are to eat and turn in for the night!” Adaman dictated, crossing his arms.
“And that is final.”
You look down at the table, the potato mochi giving comfort to your eyes but not your mind. ‘Have I done something wrong?’ He had never raised his voice at you, and it made you want to hide away in some sense. You were never a child when it came to conflict, but something about it being Adaman made your stomach twist.
Adaman could somewhat sense your discomfort, your silence speaking volumes. His eyes became gentle, watching your already tired body shrink even further.
He sighed, leaning forward with elbows on the table. He hung his head low, that pesky little strand of blue he could never tie up caught your eye. Like a magikarp to a lure your eyes were his again. Seeing you look so defeated, from his own words too… it made his chest ache with heavy guilt. Adaman let out a breath.
“I’m sorry for scolding you… but I can’t bear the thought of you being sent out on another assignment.” He admits, like it was some special secret. Hearing the tremor in his voice coaxed you out of stupor, and drops your guard.
“You’ve been working yourself to the bone and beyond that. Your body needs rest… and I want you to get a solid nights sleep and a good meal.” He gestures to the food in front of you.
“Consider it a small token of my gratitude on behalf of the Diamond Clan… for everything you’ve done… please.” The last plea came out as a whisper. His mind was begging you to take his offering. To him, this was the same as offering precious treasure to the Almighty Sinnoh. Nothing is too much if it’s for you.
He’d drop to his hands and knees and worship the ground you walked on. Just say the word and it’s done. So like he would for the Almighty Sinnoh, he begs you to accept his offering.
Your gaze peered back down to the fresh potato mochi. It was a very tantalizing tribute indeed. The thought of crunching on the crispy outer shell and savoring the fluffy inside… it was enough to make your mouth water.
One slow blink later, and you have your chopsticks in hand. Adaman let out a sigh of relief through his nose, resting his cheek further into his hand. He knew you didn’t have the mental strength to pay attention to anything else but your meal, so he opted to watch over you.
The soft crackle of the mochi being bitten was the only sound he wanted to hear. That and the occasional hum in delight wasn’t too bad either.
With every bite, the life slowly returned to your eyes, and Adaman’s grew warmer the more you gained strength. If it were up to him, he’d be sitting right next to you. He’d nuzzle into your hair, and trail kisses down your cheek, praising you on a hard days work.
If it were his way, he’d tuck you into your futon, but not before giving you a warm bath and scrubbing you clean.
If he could, and if your body wasn’t aching, he’d lay you down gently. He’d look into your eyes as he undresses you. Adaman would touch you everywhere. He’s replayed the scene so many times, he has a certain order on how he would do it.
Starting with you head, calloused hands would cup your face. Nimble fingers would trail down your neck and over your shoulders. Feeling you quiver beneath his touch makes his heart race, tempting him further. Going down the valley of your breast, his hands would cup under and up, giving them a gentle squeeze.
Just thinking about what he could do makes his tongue impatient. He wouldn’t be able to stop himself. Adaman would dive right in and start sucking. His lips would latch onto your nipple, and hearing your sweet moans would be the only motivation he needs.
He’d suck and suck and suck and suck until he was dizzy. Switching between flicking your nipple and rolling over it slowly with his tongue was such a hard decision. So why not both. He’d slobber all over you so much that your tits would be glistening in his spit. There’s so much he wants to do to you. Touch you, lick you, kiss you, love you, fuck you and-
“Adaman…” your sleepy voice knocks him out of his thoughts so hard it’s borderline sobering.
“Ah- yes yes? Are you done?” he sputters out, his facing flaming warm. He can feel it, the heat from his own cheeks against his hand as he shakes the thoughts away.
He looks at your plate. Empty. Not a single crumb left behind, like it had been licked clean. The flash of an idea of your tongue struck his subconscious. A pleasant warm shiver rolls over him, and he does his best to make it unknown to you.
“I see you’ve eaten… good.” Still recovering from his mental fuck session, he stands up. Thank Almighty Sinnoh above that his clothes are baggy… or the raging boner would be very awkward to explain.
Your eyes follow him, and you assume you should get up. It’s a struggle. As you attempt to swing your legs over the bench seat, the tightness in your muscles doubled. It seems that as you were resting, your body was cramping up. A dull pain slams your lower body and quickly turns sharp and wicked. Your hand flies to the edge of the table to ground yourself, and your throat erupts with strangled breathes.
Adaman is quick to react, immediately coming to your aid. Horny thoughts be damned, you were in pain, and he needed to be there for you.
“Don’t move anymore! Just… sit down for a minute…” his voice was laced with concern, and his hands slowly eased your quivering body back down. Your breaths were labored, but you allowed yourself a moment of peace.
“I-… I’m ok, I promise. I just got up a little too quickly…” you explain, before he could bombard you with questions about your state. The last thing you wanted to do was worry him…
Adaman had gone through the trouble of feeding you… you didn’t want to add anything else on top of it. You allowed yourself to sit in uncomfortable silence for a few seconds before bracing to stand up again. Your grip tightened around the edge of the table, and Adaman could see the look of determination in your eyes.
“Wait, hold on now! No need to over exert yourself.” He raises his hands, a silent gesture for you to stop your actions. You huff, shaking your head.
Adaman only frowns, his brows turned upward ever so slightly. A heartbroken look in his eyes swims in warm pools of chocolate irises.
He’s so beautiful…
Just his expression alone has you wanting to fall to your knees and cry. A deep fierce force tugs on your heartstrings, and a long winded breath escapes you. You hope Adaman excuses it to you just being tired.
He places a kind hand on your shoulder, his thumb rubbing slowly back and forth. You lean into his touch, and Adaman’s pulse picks up pace.
“I still have to report to Cyllene… she’s still waiting for me…” you protest, trying once more to rise to your feet. Adaman removes his hand, brows furrowed as he scoffs at your stubbornness.
“You just don’t know when to stop, do you.” He groans disapprovingly. He’s had enough of your frustrating tenacity.
One moment you’re sat, and the next moment you’re in the air. A pair of strong arms had scooped you up so effortlessly. You yelp, briefly bewildered from the sudden change. Adaman had one arm under your knees, and the other around your waist. The proximity was sending electric shock waves through your nerves, your face lit up in blush.
‘He’s close. So close… I’m in his arms…’
“I’m taking you home, and you’re going to rest.” He states. No arguments here. There’s no point.
He walked with purpose to your little living quarters. Though it were only just across the path, it felt like an eternity. Time slowed around the Diamond Clan leader, and you wonder if it were something divine.
Your head rested against his chest, just below his neck. He smelled so good. A lethal mixture of natural musk and pine with a dash of rain water. You breathed in deeply, framing it as fatigue.
Much to your dismay, the two of you arrived at your front door. He had positioned you to open it, and strolled inside.
Like magic, seeing the inside of your quarters zapped away all motivation to leave. Adaman sensed this, feeling your body melt in his arms.
Once at your futon, he laid you down slowly. You wince at the change in position, but sigh in ecstasy when your head hits the pillow. Adaman grins at your comfort, reaching around and covering your form in a blanket. As it reaches your chin, you pull it up and around yourself further. You hum in pleasure at the softness of the material caressing your face.
Daringly, Adaman reaches out and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. It’s uncertain and trembling, making his action all the more powerful.
“I’ll talk to Cyllene about you taking a few days off to recover. And I expect you to take them.” His words are stern, but there’s genuine care backing them up. You finally roll over in defeat, accepting his demands.
“Fine fine… I’ll listen.” You waved the white flag. Your body was all too comfortable, and Adaman all too sweet for you to argue any further.
“Hmph! Damn right you will!” He huffs in triumph. He crosses his arms, that same grin morphing into a smug smirk.
You don’t remember his shoulders being that broad… or biteable…
You shake off your thoughts with a breathless chuckle. Rolling your eyes, you turn to your side, back now facing him. Adaman knew that he should leave you be, but even then a part of him wished he could stay. Alas, he had business to attend to with the Galaxy Team. He took your sleepy silence as his cue to exit.
Taking one last glance at you comfy in bed, he made his way to the door. Padded steps could be heard across the floor, and you panicked hearing them grow faint. Quickly, you turned right before he left.
“Adaman…!”
The call of his name caused him to turn your way. He stood there, waiting for any request you throw at him. ‘Anything for you…’
The words got caught in your throat, your brain begging you to say something to him. You spouted out the only thing that made sense in the moment.
“T- thank you for your help today!”
Great. Now you sound like a bumbling idiot.
You wanted to crawl under your blanket and die. Let yourself succumb to your lassitude to prevent any further shame.
Adaman’s chest swelled with adoration. The rhythm deep within him was disrupted, the tempo picking up a few beats. Suddenly oxygen felt lacking. He silently took in extra breath, trying to quell the frenzy in his heart.
“There’s no need to thank me. I just wanted to help out a lov-“ he stumbled. His tongue worked faster than his mind could control. Adaman had to backpedal, lest he risk the friendship you two cultivated. Quickly now! Time was ticking!
Swiftly, and messily so, he spout out something that hopefully made sense.
“Long time friend! Yes, I’m always willing to lend a hand!”
…
He wanted to throw himself at a rabid ursaluna. Let it maul him to pieces until nothing remained. That seemed like a fitting end to his story after this ghastly fumble.
Perhaps his vision was bad, or a trick of the imagination, but you looked… disappointed.
Your smile faltered, and you averted your gaze to the plush of your futon.
“Yeah… thanks.” Though the tremor in your voice was subtle, that didn’t compare to the earthquake in your heart. It cracked like heated glass, fractured but not shattered.
You thought it best to roll over and go to sleep. Seeing you get comfortable once more, Adaman left, but not before whispering a hushed “goodnight”
Beyond the door, Adaman berated himself. Leaning up, back against the wood, he hung his head low. His hands were balled into fists against his head, knuckles turning white. Almighty Sinnoh above, how he wished he could go back in time. Reset and start over so he could take his words right out of the air. Yet at the end of day… he must respect all that has happened in times past. All of it.
The air had grown colder as night had long fallen over Hisui. Adaman was now by himself. He had been for hours, but even now he couldn’t get his mind off of you. Your very being has plagued him, every thought was consumed by you. The Diamond Clan leader was left powerless by your playful mystique. It frustrates him to no end, now tossing and turning in his bed, sleep invading him.
You just won’t leave him alone…
While he was talking to Cyllene about the now quelled lords, he was thinking of you.
When he was leaving Jubilife Village, he was thinking of you.
On the long walk back to the Diamond Clan, thinking of you.
During meal time in the late afternoon, thinking of you.
Thinking thinking thinking, always thinking of you.
Adaman grumbled as he turned to his side, then the other. Equally grassy and ocean hued hair fell over his eyes as he settled on his back. The ceiling was quite interesting tonight…
He worried for you, praying to the divine above that you were resting well… unlike himself. In his mind, he pictured your sleeping face. Your gorgeous eyes are elegantly shut, your blankets rising and falling with every breath. The moon illuminates your room, bathing you in its glow. Hard working hands now at a stand still. How he wishes he could hold them right now during your restful slumber.
To watch over you would be the highest honor to Adaman. He’d keep your hair out of your face, ease you out of nightmares, kiss your knuckles and worship every part of you. Every part…
If you asked him to devote this night to you, he wouldn’t hesitate. He’d unveil you from your blankets, crawling on top of you to keep in warmth. Slender fingers intertwine with yours, and they clasp together in unity.
Adaman tossed and turned, bringing a hand to his warming face. His clothes feel uncomfortably tight… perhaps this new position will aid him.
He would kiss down the expanse of your neck. Your tired, but knowing, eyes drill into his. You had commanded this of him, and he was eager to deliver. Down your neck his lips traveled, landing on your collar bone to leave little bites. Your whimpers of approval spurred him on, his tongue dragging across your bitten skin. He can taste the sweat from your hard work, and it’s better than anything he’s ever tasted.
No. Stop it. Stop. Cease at once!
Adaman closes his eyes, letting a shaky breath go. Now matter what he did, your face wouldn’t leave him. The more he fought, the more lewd it became. Other side now, he flipped, he’ll simply ignore it. He’ll shut his eyes and fall asleep, and he’ll wake up cured of his frenzy.
Adaman gave his pillow a quick fluff, resting his head back down. He allowed his breathing to slow, and his muscles loosen. There was no aching in his chest. There was certainly no throbbing between his thighs. If he paid no mind, then it shall leave him.
…
…
…
The images of you persist. Far greater than he expected. More than he could ever dream of.
Flashes of you, bare against him, flooded his subconscious. There was so much… the grinding, the moaning, desperate please for release. Sweat soaked bodies and shivering spines, spit coated lips and flushed faces. The indecent ‘plap plap plap’ of your bodies colliding in the most delicious way until you both reach your peak and-
“UGH!” Adaman sat up, hands deep in his hair while he shook back and forth, like scrubbing the thoughts from his scalp will save him. Breaths ragged and body antsy, she slowly uncovered himself. Letting go of the covers, his hand trailed down his head and over his mouth.
He was hard. Throbbingly hard. He didn’t want to stoop so low, he so desperately didn’t. The temptation was agonizingly strong. But there was no sleeping this off… and he knew it.
‘Almighty Sinnoh, forgive me…’ was his last cognitive thought.
He shimmied off his bottom garb, just so the hem rest around his knees. His cock sprang free, slapping against his lower tummy. He pulsed and ached with need, already dripping.
Seeing his leaky tip made him gasp. On his back, he reached down and grasped his length. Adaman hissed in pleasure as the heat spread through his lower half.
He started pumping slowly, head tilting back and letting out a needy moan. His tip glistened with pre, and he used his thumb to spread it around.
Your tongue traced around the plump shape of his head. Slow and teasing, you lap at him like a popsicle. Up and down, from base to tip and back again. He could feel himself twitch against your tongue, and he whimpers as it traces upward.
You swirled your tongue around his tip. The slow circles draw out sweet noises from Adaman. He whimpers and bucks his hips upward. The quiet plea for you to take him in your mouth did not go unnoticed by you. You look so conniving, the look in your eyes saying that you’ll own him.
“Please… use me…”
So you do.
Your lips wrap around him like a vice as you take him into your mouth. A warm shiver wreaked its way through his body, and he covered his eyes with his arm. His jaw fell open as a strand of strangled moans flew out. The sounds you both make are obscene. His pathetic moans laced with the sloppy sounds of your sucking was enough to make him cum. But he shouldn’t. No. He wants to hold out for you.
Adaman pumped faster, panting, gasping for air while drool slips from his lip. His mouth hangs open still, moaning like a bitch in heat as he fucks his fist. His back arches deliciously off the futon. His mind imprints the image of your mouth sucking him off in motion with the ‘shlick shlick shlick’ of his hand.
He cracks a brown eye open. Hes never been this hard before. It only served to boost his libido.
He turns to his pillow in a meager attempt to muffle his noises. The visions he saw… they were so lewd, and growing by the second. Adaman spreads his legs wider, thighs parting from each other while his balls jerk up with every motion. Damn you for being so beautiful. Damn you for filling his head with obscenities. Damn you for being so-
You’re above him now. Breasts fully on display while your sopping entrance nestles the tip of his cock. It presses against you, and you keen at the connection. Adaman doesn’t dare touch you, no, he’s not worthy of touching you. You were a blessing from the Almighty Sinnoh itself, sent on a mission to drain him of his seed.
Your hands pin down his wrists, and he whimpers, heart bursting. His cock throbs with anticipation, tapping anxiously against your folds. Adaman’s brain is fried, only being filled with thoughts of fucking you full. So full until you’re overflowing and drips everywhere. He wants to see it. To wants to see his essence dribble out of you.
“Please… please… take me in… I’ll do anything.” His words are slurred between speech and a groan. Adaman cant get a word out without sounding like a dumb lovesick boy.
You finally grant him mercy.
Gradually, you let yourself sink upon him. Past the tip and down his shaft, your pussy sucks him in. And Adaman… poor Adaman weeps with elation.
“A- Ahh..! Thank you. Thank you thank you thankyouthankyouthankyou-“
You’re so warm inside, it takes all the strength he can muster to not blow his load in that very moment. Inch by agonizing inch you take him. The stretch of his cock is exhilarating, acting as its own aphrodisiac. The deeper he goes, the greater your depravity intensifies. You reach the very bottom, his whole length now snug inside you. You shiver from the fullness, he fits so perfectly inside. You can feel Adaman fighting his desire. The twitch of his dick was impossible to ignore.
You chuckle faintly, laughing at his waning restraint. You release his wrists. Your hands trail down his arms and down his sides. His skin ignites in goosebumps, and he quivers in their wake. Further and further south they travel until you lean back, reaching his knees.
“Wha… what exactly are you do-ING! Ah~” Any symbol of reasonable thought is thrown out the window. Violently, you bounce on him. The mixture of your slick and his pre makes it easy move. It’s the perfect conditions to rise up and slam yourself down. Adaman is reduced to a jumble of moaning and begging. You ride him like he’s your personal dildo, nothing more than a toy to get yourself off on.
‘Plap plap plap’ you went as your ass meets his thighs. The sounds alone send Adaman into a spiral. You lean forward, shoving your tits in his face. He gasps, his warm breath fanning the skin.
“Suck.”
Adaman wastes no time. His mouth latches to you nipple, and he sucks with great fervor. You moan with delight, and the reaction is immediate. Your body responds, clenching around him tighter with every slam of your sinful hips. Adaman whimpers with his mouth full, and his effort doubled.
Your eyes catch a glimpse of his fucked out state. Pathetic brown eyes were glazed over in tears, half lidded. He was fighting for his life. His tongue was working wonders, swirling, and flicking, and lapping at all he could reach. His noised were downright pornographic, the smack of wet lips against soft skin, and labored breathes in between was breaking your defenses.
Adaman’s lungs beg for air, the burning in his chest is too great. His mouth parts from your breast, an a strand of saliva connects from lips to nipple. Brown eyes grow dark, pupils eclipse the iris as it dilates with lust.
“Oh… my… oh my-“ he stumbles, his own tongue forgetting how to move to speak rather than to suck. You coo at his clumsiness, running your hand through the depths of his hair. Adaman lets out a breath, the sensation of your fingers paired with your grinding was electric. His head was spinning, body like liquid magma, hot and melting against you.
Your hand reaches further, grabbing suddenly. Yanking backward, you force his eyes to look upon your own.
“A-agh!~” The tension of your tug was a new feeling, adding to the cocktail of pleasuring sensations.
With Adaman distracted, you crash your lips onto his. He yips in surprise, the noise being muffled by your own lips. His guard being down, you slide your tongue into his mouth and claim it as yours. He submits quickly, not even attempting to put up a fight. He’s too lost in bliss to care. It’s messy, all lips and tongue while all he can do is cry against your mouth. You soak up every one of his noises. It only fuels you.
Adaman is right where he needs to be, pants down, soaked in sweat, with your body on top of his.
Brown eyes flash open when he feels a change in your pace. You grind your hips down, cock fully in you to the base. The gooey tip rubs a certain spot in you that has you gushing. Your drive conquers rationality, and you continue to grind against him. Adaman is defenseless, his length being used like a toy sends him reeling. You don’t want to stop, your clit drags against his pelvis too good to stop.
Adding a little bounce to your movement, he hits a deeper depth than before. It’s detrimental to the multicolored man beneath you.
“Ha-ha w-w-wait…! Stop! If you do that I-… I’ll-“
“Do it!” You demand. Sanity has long left the both of you, allowing your minds to be consumed by carnal desires. Up down up down up down up down your pussy sucks on his cock. It’s too good. Adaman can’t resist. Up down up down up down up and-
“Ah- Ah~”
He feels an undeniable twitch in his palm, hot and pulsing. Adaman’s back arches, and he throws his head back in ecstasy. Creamy white cum spout from his tip in ropes. One after another shoot and fall onto his tummy, each one longer than the last. His hand doesn’t stop moving, wanting to milk himself of all he’s worth. He just wishes it was you. You you you, why couldn’t all this be inside of you?!
He continues to work himself through it. Moans shifting into wild grunts and groans while he just keeps cumming. He throbs once more, the steady bursts of cum slowing down to a steady dribble. Drops of white leak down his shaft and onto his hand.
Adaman gasps for air, basking in the aftermath of his orgasm. Sweat kissed skin glimmers in candle light. He takes in labored breath, rationality slowly seeping back into is veins. His mind became clear, but oh so tired. His lids felt like lead, and his limbs became stone.
‘Perhaps… this was what I needed.’
He knew he’d wake up to a gross sticky mess once morning came. However, the sweet scent of sleep was all too tempting. His eyes fluttered shut, and didn’t open again. All thoughts faded in the dead of night, and his body falls silent.
His mind is his once again.
Until, he sees you in his dreams.
If you made it to the end I’d like to say a big big thank you! My partner started playing Legends Arceus and I have not been able to get Adaman out of my mind. That being said, expect some Volo content coming soon!
