Perfect Storm
Chapter 3 - Passion
Pairing: Nanu x Reader
Fandom: Pokemon
Rating: E
Warning - this chapter contains 18+ content; DNI if you’re under 18!
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Summary: Route 17's weather is always bad - but today, it's particularly awful, the usual drizzle having escalated into practically a hurricane. You had business in Po Town to attend to, but it's getting late, and it soon becomes apparent that it's no longer safe for you to be outside. You take refuge in the only place you can think of - the Po Town Police Station with Nanu - never imagining that before the night's end, things would get hot and heavy between the two of you.
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Nanu lays back on the couch and lifts you as he goes, settling you so that your legs rest on either side of his head and your heat hovers just above his mouth. Strong arms wrap around your thighs, pulling you down onto Nanu’s face. You’re greeted by his tongue, which he makes flat and broad as he takes a few exploratory licks between your folds.
“You taste so good,” he moans, the vibrations sending pleasure shooting through your heat. You whimper above him, and he chuckles at the reaction he’s pulled from you before getting to work. His tongue explores your clit first, swirling around it slowly and gently to begin with. He picks up his pace, adding more pressure gradually, then sucking at it and flicking his tongue back and forth over it so fast, you see stars.
“Nanu,” you gasp, and try to grind yourself down into his mouth for more.
He moans again and continues to flick back and forth quickly, clearly encouraged to hear you’d liked that. Your thighs begin to squeeze together, though you take care not to squeeze so tightly as to hurt poor Nanu. You want, more than anything, for him to let you ride his face again like this; you love everything about this, from his heat, to his vibrations, to the relentlessly intense pleasure from his tongue and from the licking and sucking -
Nanu pauses a moment, switching instead to your entrance. He presses his tongue inside, lapping at what he can reach of your inner walls. His tongue is so warm inside you; you feel the coil of heat beginning to build in your stomach, and you squirm atop him, desperate for more.
He takes the hint, and tongue-fucks you as hard and thoroughly as he’s able. As quickly as he started, though, he soon moves back to your clit, giving it the attention you crave. He suckles and bites and swirls, and soon, you’re feeling your strength give out on you. You brace yourself with one hand on the couch armrest, above his head.
“Nanu,” you moan.
“Say my name again,” he prompts you, face still buried in your folds. One of his hands reaches up to grope at your breast, teasing the hardened nipple; the other continues to hold tightly to your thigh.
“Oh, Nanu,” you groan as he continues to please you with his mouth. “Nanu, this feels - ah - fuck, you’re so good with your tongue - I, I can’t -”
He doubles down on your clit at this, the relentless pleasure assaulting your senses. The whole time, he watches you with those unusually big red eyes of his, almost unblinking as he drinks in the sight of you.
“Come for me, princess,” he says in between his ministrations. “Come on my face. Give your big kahuna what he’s been dreaming of.”
The idea of Nanu not just pining for you, but lusting after you in the filthiest of ways over all the long months you’d spent together on the UB project is exceptionally intoxicating, and you feel yourself spill over the edge at his words, a scream of his name ripping from your throat as you come, hard, on the heat of his mouth.
Your arm is shaking and your body is slumped forward and there’s tears in your eyes as throb after throb of pleasure washes over you. Beneath you, Nanu doesn’t let up on your clit, pleasing you through your release. It feels intensely good for a long moment, and you wish you could have him here, doing this to you and amplifying your pleasure, every time you came.
And then, as you begin to come down from your high, it feels like entirely too much, and you begin to squirm, trying to pull away a little. The hand on your breast clamps down on your thigh quickly, though, and it soon becomes apparent that he’s intent on pinning you to his mouth.
“Nanu, I - I already came for you,” you breathe shakily, wondering if maybe he thought you hadn’t reached your peak yet.
“I know, princess, and you did so well,” he praises you. His words send a shot of pleasure through you. “You did so well for me.”
“I’m - I’m sensitive right now -” you begin, but soon lose your voice as he returns to your clit.
“Are you?” He asks teasingly; though his mouth is hard at work, you can hear the smirk in his voice.
“Yes -” you gasp, about to try to pull away again, but Nanu lets go of your thigh on one side, taking your hand in his.
“Ride through it with me, princess. I want to get you all worked up again,” he rumbles, then pauses in thought a moment. “Here, let me go back to fucking you with my tongue. That might feel easier for you to handle right now.”
You let him move you up just a little, and he pushes his tongue inside you again. Your walls are hot and dripping and swollen, and his tongue feels amazing inside you - warm and filling, but not overstimulating, the way his mouth had been on your clit. He slides his tongue in and out of you at his leisure, taking his time, but as good as his actions feel, it doesn’t spark the same fire in your belly that you’d felt earlier. Desire starts to build, but slowly, and you worry that he’s going to tire of his actions or grow frustrated with how long you’re taking.
But then, it occurs to you that he actually seems to really enjoy the act of eating you out. He’s not just doing it to get you ready for him - he’s happy here. A man like Nanu wouldn’t spend time doing something he didn’t want to do, after all.
Somehow, the thought helps you relax, and you feel a rush of fondness for Nanu, who blinks up at you through his dark eyelashes.
“Feels so good,” you murmur for him, reaching down to caress both of his temples and run your hands through his hair. “You’re getting me so excited for you, all over again.”
And he is; the coil of pleasure has begun to build in your belly again, and you grind down onto his face as he pleases you. Feeling yourself ascend to your next peak of pleasure more quickly than you’d expected, you bury your face in one hand as he continues to work.
“Oh, don’t hide your pretty face from me,” Nanu whines, reaching up to tug your hand away. “Who knows when I’ll get to see it like this again,” he adds. You let him pull your arm back down, but it’s not long until the building pleasure causes you to bring your hand up again, this time covering your mouth as a high-pitched keening noise escapes you. “Princess,” he chastises you gently, removing your hand again.
“S-sorry,” you gasp, grinding your heat down into his mouth, your thighs beginning to shake.
Suddenly, Nanu lifts you by your hips, pulling you off his face just as you try to seek more from him.
You whine a little at the loss of his mouth on you, and he chuckles.
“You could do this all night, couldn’t you?” He asks, smiling up at you. His lips and chin are wet with your juices, which he lazily wipes off with the back of his hand.
“Apparently, I could,” you laugh, a little embarrassed. Nanu laughs too - the second genuine laugh you’ve gotten from him all night, a rarity to be sure - and sits up, turning you over expertly so that he’s on top of you now.
“I could, too. But if it’s okay with you, I really want to feel your second orgasm on my cock, not my mouth,” he confesses, beginning to undo his belt buckle.
“I’d like that, too,” you agree, helping him pull his fly down and deliberately grazing his cock, which, you’re pleased to find, is still rock-hard in his pants. Before he pulls his pants down, though, he reaches into his pocket, grabbing his wallet.
“Got some protection in here,” he explains, pulling out a condom just a moment later. It’s a bit surprising to realize he has one on him at all times, but it’s also sexy, in a way, that he takes care to be considerate and prepared just in case. “Haven’t had a reason to use one of these in a while,” he mumbles as he tears the small package open, beginning to roll the condom itself deftly onto his engorged cock.
“They’re not, like, expired, are they?” You ask, suddenly a bit wary. A while, for Nanu, can apparently be up to 6 years…when it comes to cans, at least, and you’re not inclined to have an old condom break inside of you.
“Promise they’re not, princess. This is embarrassing, but I, um, started buying condoms again when we began spending more time together because of the whole UB thing,” he admits. When he returns to the couch, he settles over you, nudging your legs apart with his knee.
“Is that so, big kahuna? You’ve been expecting this to happen, then?” You ask, teasingly giving him resistance so he can’t part your legs. A blush spreads across his cheeks.
“Definitely not expecting. I felt foolish buying them, you know. As if a miserable old fossil like me could have a chance with a woman as young and vibrant and sweet as you?” Sweet? Vibrant? Your head spins a little at his words - you had never had the slightest inclination that Nanu thought so highly of you - and you open your thighs for him. He settles his hips between your legs, and continues, “But you kept doing little things that gave me hope, you know. Like those light touches on my forearm or even on my chest, or the way you were always so happy to see me, and would hold me close when you said hello…you just always seemed to want to be around me, for some reason.” His manhood prods at your entrance as he lines himself up. “So I put two and two together. Not that I was any different, princess. I was eager to be around you, too, like a Volcarona to a flame… even though I told myself a million times I should do something to get rid of you, that you’d be better off without me.”
“Is that why you were trying to send me back home, tonight? When I first knocked on the door?” You ask, pulling Nanu down into a kiss. He moves his lips over yours, chuckling a little.
“Yeah. I really am sorry about that, by the way. I was surprised, but I also knew if I let you stay the night, I’d try to make my move, and either make a fool of myself, or make you hate me, or both,” he says.
“Pretty sure the only way I’ll hate you at this point is if you make me wait any longer to feel you inside of me,” you tease, and Nanu smirks.
“Point taken,” he says, and begins to push into your entrance. You’re so slick and ready for him, he slides in relatively easily, soon bottoming out within you. His cock is a little more girthy than you’d expected, and you find yourself breathing his name as he fills you deliciously.
“Ah - mn - Nanu,” you moan, adjusting to his size relatively quickly. It’s not long before you wrap your legs around his waist, and he takes the hint, beginning to move within you. He slides in and out slowly, almost gently at first, and he leans over you, pressing a hungry kiss to your lips. He cups your cheek as his lips work over yours, his hips picking up speed and strength gradually. “You feel so good. You really are so good at all of this, Nanu,” you mumble against his lips. He smiles against you, then drops his head to your neck, kissing and sucking just under your ear as he continues to fuck you.
“You don’t have to stroke my ego anymore, princess. You’ll make me finish too fast if you do. I can’t handle such praise coming from you while I’m inside you like this,” he murmurs.
“Then I’ll tell you after, how good you are,” you promise him, and he chuckles against your skin, suddenly grabbing your hips and angling them up.
“I’m holding you to that,” he purrs. With your hips at this angle, his cock provides extra pressure along your front wall as he pumps in and out. With just a few thrusts, his manhood finds a spot within you along your front wall that has you seeing stars, and you cry out, gasping and throwing your arm across your eyes from the intensity of the pleasure.
“Ahh, princess,” Nanu chastises you. You feel his weight suddenly pinning you to the couch as he leans over you, then hear the jingle of his belt buckle from the floor. It takes you a moment to realize he’s reaching for something in his discarded pants. “I’m going to have to do something about that hiding-yourself-away problem you have, aren’t I?”
When you open your eyes, Nanu has a pair of real, stainless steel handcuffs, which he dangles in front of you. You feel your eyes widen and you blush at the surprise of it, but really, is it much of a surprise after all? He is a cop, you remind yourself.
Nanu quirks an eyebrow at you, and you realize he’s waiting for your consent.
At this point, you can only nod at him and say “yes, Nanu,” but that’s all he needs.
Nanu pulls out of you abruptly, leaving you aching and empty. You barely have a moment to consider this, though, because he somehow skillfully flips you over onto your belly, gathering your wrists behind you. He presses one knee onto the small of your back to hold you in one place as he handcuffs you, but it’s obvious he isn’t pressing at full strength, carefully avoiding anything that would actually hurt you.
“I’m going to really make you all mine now, princess,” Nanu rumbles, tightening the handcuffs just enough that you can’t slip out. A moment later, he removes the knee from your back, and you feel his cock prodding at your entrance again. You arch your back for him, pushing your buttocks into the air, trying to move back against his length.
Nanu guides himself inside again, though this time, he curls his body atop yours, his chest pressing into your back. And press it does; he puts a fair bit of his weight onto you, pinning you to the couch and trapping both his Z-Crystal and your wrists between your bodies. It’s surprising; he doesn’t look like a particularly big man, but he’s heavy enough to keep you from being able to do much underneath him except ride out whatever he wants to do to you.
“Doing okay?” Nanu asks, his breath hot against your ear.
“Yeah,” you agree.
“This isn’t too much weight for you?”
“No.”
“Good,” Nanu says, sounding quite please with himself. He guides himself into you again, then adds, “I never would have guessed you’d be willing to be so submissive to me, princess.”
You gasp as he hilts himself within you.
“Keep being this good to me, and I’ll be a whole lot more submissive to you in the future,” you say.
A deep groan escapes Nanu at this, and he starts thrusting inside you.
“I’m going to want to see that,” he growls into your ear. This time, his thrusts have some force and speed in them right from the beginning. He reaches around your body, his big fingers finding your clit. He rubs circles over it as his thrusts pick up speed, and you’re incredibly grateful he’s giving you the stimulation you crave. With your hands cuffed between your bodies, there’s no way you could have given it to yourself. “You - ah - you have the most perfect little pussy, don’t you?” Nanu groans.
You can only whimper in response; his thrusts are hitting that spot inside you again, and combined with the friction his girthy cock is generating and the speed with which he circles your clit, you’re starting to tremble under him.
“You dirty girl. You’ve wanted this for so long, haven’t you? Wanted my cock in you?” He grunts into your ear as he continues to ram into you.
“Yes, big kahuna,” you whimper back for him, matching his thrusts with your own. The wet sounds of sex, plus the noise of his balls slapping against you, fill the air.
“What do you think, princess? Are you my little cumslut right now?” He growls.
“Yes, Nanu,” you whine.
Nanu’s thrusts grow even more reckless at this, and he begins letting loose a low stream of grunts and moans and curses, mingled with the occasional cry of your name. You return it by calling his name over and over, feeling yourself so close to spilling over the edge.
Just when you think Nanu must be fucking you as hard as he can manage, he increases the speed and strength of his thrusts just a little more. But it’s not long until his hips begin to grow erratic and stuttering.
“I - oh, fuck, I’m going to come, princess. Please tell me you’re close, too,” he groans into your ear.
“I’m so close, Nanu, just hold out a moment longer,” you beg him.
“Anything for you, princess. It’s always been anything for you,” he grunts. You’re aware of his body shaking above you with the effort of holding back his orgasm even as he continues to fuck you powerfully. He’s lined up just right, though, and he continues to hit that perfect spot, and he presses just a little harder on your clit -
“Oh, Nanu, I’m going to come,” you cry.
“Yes, princess, come on my cock, milk my orgasm out of me,” he groans, and you do exactly that. The world erupts in pleasure and your vision goes white as you come so hard, you feel each throb blossom in your heat, your stomach, your thighs, even your chest and head.
Above you, Nanu grunts and gives one final, hard thrust, pushing as far into you as physically possible. His cock throbs within you and his hand stills on your clit, the other grabbing your hip so hard you’re sure you’ll have bruises there the next day. He grunts as the next wave hits him, again pushing into you as hard as he can, and he does this a couple times before slumping on top of you, putting still more of his weight onto you and breathing hard.
A long moment of silence passes as you both recollect yourselves.
“Fuck,” Nanu finally breathes. “That was amazing. You’re amazing, princess. My princess,” he croons into your ear. “Was it good for you, too?”
“So good, Nanu,” you sigh dreamily, still blissed out from your orgasm. Nanu chuckles at this, murmuring a quiet good as he pulls his weight off you. His softening cock slips out of your heat as he moves, and you hear him behind you, rolling the condom off himself and tying it up. A moment later, you feel his big fingers around your wrists, and a quiet click reaches your ears. Nanu slips the unlocked handcuffs off you, rubbing your wrists - which, you’re just beginning to realize, are sore - gently, tenderly.
Nanu flips you over onto your back - you’re not even sure how; you’ll have to ask him how he does that - and leans over you, a blissful smile on his face.
“I’m going to take care of you in a different way now, okay, princess?” He murmurs. When you nod, he closes the distance between the two of you and kisses your lips gently. “Let me go get you a blanket and something to drink. Does Roserade Tea sound good?”
You give a quiet mm-hmm, and Nanu chuckles again, pulling away. While he’s gone, you curl into yourself on your side, totally satisfied and beginning to drift to sleep. The only thing you wish you had is Nanu’s warm body, curled up and holding you. Though, you consider sleepily, you’re not sure that holding you is something that Nanu will do. It’s just not very Nanu-like, somehow.
Before you drift off entirely, you feel two strong hands at your hips, parting your legs again. You startle and wake up at the unexpected touch, but it’s just Nanu, wiping a warm, wet washcloth over your heat and cleaning you up. He dries you a moment later with a soft, fuzzy towel, then bundles the washcloth in the towel and sets it aside.
“Let me help you get dressed,” he murmurs, pulling your feet through the bottoms of the pajama pants he’d loaned you earlier. He slides them up your legs, and you lift your hips obligingly. Next, he pulls the Alolan Persian shirt over your head, and you help wiggle yourself into it. For his part, he’s got a pair of maroon red pajama pants on, but no shirt; he must have grabbed the pants while you were dozing. He procures a big gray blanket next, and drapes it over you, pushing a couple pillows under your head, to boot.
“Nanu,” you murmur, blinking up at him as he kneels beside you, holding some hot (but not too hot) Roserade Tea to your lips. You take a sip; it’s delicious. “You’re being so sweet to me.”
He snorts at this.
“Of course I am. What, you didn’t think I had it in me or something?” He challenges sarcastically. When you don’t reply, his face falls. “I…I know I’m rough around the edges,” he says, glancing away, suddenly vulnerable. “I know I’m also probably depressed or…something. Most people don’t keep cans of food for 6 years, or sleep as much as I do, or chase people away like it’s their second job. I don’t know what you see in me, but I do know what I’ve come to see in you. And I know that over these past few months, I’ve come to care about you, princess. So, please, let me care for you.”
“Nanu,” you murmur, but he raises the Roserade Tea to your lips again, and you take another sip. Your hands settle on the cup, holding it where you can sip at the warm, floral water as much as you want, and you watch him carefully. He watches you back with those big red eyes of his, rich as gems, and for the first time, you don’t have to look deep within them to see his tender side. It’s right there, on the surface, shining through for you.
You half-drain the cup, then hand it back to him.
“Done for now?” He asks, and you nod. He sets it on the coffee table behind him. When he turns back to you, you scoot over on the couch, patting the empty space you’ve created and lifting the blanket for him.
“Let me turn out the lights first,” he hums, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Once I’m cuddled next to you, I won’t want to get up.”
“Sounds good,” you agree, and allow yourself to admire Nanu’s top half as he walks away. It’s not long until the lights darken, a couple nightlights clicking on instead. A Meowth yowls from the other room, but Nanu hushes it and tells it to go to sleep. Soon, you feel his hand lifting the blanket, and he slides into the space you’ve made for him, turning on his side to face you. His legs tangle with yours, and he tucks you under his chin, into his chest. It’s a comfortable way to snuggle, and Nanu is warm, his breathing soothing.
Nestled up together, the cares of the outside world drop away. The storm raging outside, the UBs that continue to periodically visit Alola and threaten both the two of you and the islands that you love - none of these things matter, now. There’s only one thing worrying your mind, and that’s the concern that all the openness, the vulnerability, the two of you had shared tonight will dissipate in the morning light. If Nanu pushes you away - if you’re left with just the powerful longing for the man you’d seen tonight, knowing you’d never see that side of him again - it would eat you alive.
“Nanu?” You breathe tentatively. The kahuna in your arms hums an mm-hmm in response. “Please let me stay by your side like this.”
“I’m not exactly kicking you off the couch, princess,” he murmurs back, confused.
“No. I mean, I want to be like this with you again. I want to get to know this side of you, Nanu. The gentle and loving side. Don’t push me away come tomorrow,” you add. Nanu’s strong arms tighten around you.
“I won’t,” he promises, then chuckles. “I’m too selfish for that. Now that I’ve had a taste of you, I’m going to be wanting more. Especially since you said you might be even more submissive to me in the future,” he adds.
“I can’t believe you remember that,” you groan with a laugh.
“Seared into my brain the moment you said it,” he laughs back. “Now, I believe I said I was going to hold you to your promise to tell me how good I was to you once we were done?”
It takes you a moment to realize what he’s talking about, but you suddenly remember what you’d told him when he’d said that if you kept stroking his ego while he was inside you, he’d come too soon.
“You are insufferable,” you laugh, shaking your head.
“That doesn’t sound like what I wanted to hear, princess,” he grins cheekily. “Come on, this benefits you, too, you know.”
“How so?” You challenge him. Nanu chuckles, the rumble reverberating deep through his chest and into yours.
“If you tell me what you liked, I’ll be sure to do more of it for you in the future.”
Oh. Well, that’s not such a bad deal.
You smile and snuggle closer to your sarcastic, witty, dirty-mouthed kahuna, and tell him all your favorite things until your eyelids grow heavy. You gradually drift into the world of sleep in Nanu’s arms, feeling cozy and safe and, perhaps most surprising of all, treasured, and eventually, the only noise in the Po Town Police Station is the sound of the storm outside that brought the two of you together.