cw: 18+ content, nothing explicit but implied sex occurred, fluff, morning after,
characters: Volo, Ingo, Steven Stone, Emmet, Grimsley
💫Volo📜
You still felt groggy as your eyes opened to a room utterly unfamiliar to you.
The duvet over you provided a comforting weight, but the pure white colour hunted that this was not the room you held at Hotel Z. It was a fine room with dark woods and a nearly classic feeling. French doors let the early morning glow inside the room without the curtains drawn to keep out the light. A desk chair had a coat hanging off the back – Something worn with a fur-lined hood. You recognised it. The clothing item worn by… him.
This room… without a doubt, it must have been Volo's hotel room in Lumiose. Furthermore, you pulled off the cover to reveal your naked state. Instantly, you panicked and grabbed the only attire you saw. The jacket was long and covered you up as you slipped it on and zipped it up. There was hardly time to think as you searched for your phone. Yet, a door opening made you pause. Before you stood a tall man with only a towel as his attire. Long blond strands laying straight down over his shoulders.
His nape was covered his bite marks and bruises. Red and violent – your heart sank. His body was muscular, reflecting his terrifying strength, that made a certain threat of forcibly claiming plates from you ring in your head. A golden stream of hair moved down from his navel to beneath the towel. You swallowed – Something inside you coiling. The worst part of Volo was that he was horribly attractive.
His steely eye was on you. An eyebrow was raised. “Looking for any piece of me?” he questioned. His voice – the same as you remembered it. Everything felt impossible, yet it was truly before your eyes. The scent from the jacket disgustingly comforting. “I looked for you, you know,” he approached you, standing over you and bringing a hand to cup your cheek, “When you left Hisui, I was so desperate. I wanted you so badly.” His thumb trailed across your lip. “I'm not letting you slip away this time,” the tone he used sent a shiver down your spine. “Get a shower, my love.”
You never moved so fast to get in a room. Though, you wanted to leave just as quickly. Your body reflected in the mirror to show bruises and bite marks all over your flesh. Volo had seldom left a piece of you untouched.
Why it made you so excited was a question that would remain on your mind throughout the shower.
▲Ingo▼
It was to the feeling over something leaning over you that drew you from your slumber.
Above you was a Chandelure, making you jump awake and look around. Did you have one of your own? Why would it be out? It was then you slowly took in the room. A black duvet was over you while curtains were pulled open to let in early morning light in. A shelf had various books on it alongside train memorabilia. There were some little Litwick figurines alongside the trains. You blinked in realisation.
Ingo's room…? When did you? You sat up properly, only to realise your current state of undress. Panic ripped through your mind as you searched around again for any clothing to slip on to hide this. A white button down was all that you could find, nervously buttoning it up to hide your body. Everything was catching up in your head, but that was stopped when a door clicked open to reveal a man in just a towel.
The two of you stared at each other for a moment before his face turned bright red. He turned away, yet you felt your embarrassment only grow worse upon seeing his back. Scratch marks were along the length – your cheeks burned. Ingo was saying something, but you failed to actually process his words. He seemed a bit thin, but there was a noted development of some muscles that had to come from his work. You buried your face into your hands.
“I apologise,” his words finally hit your ears properly, “I hadn't realised you were up! Otherwise, I would not have come into here in such a state. Please excuse me, I will return to the bathroom—” You charged past him into the bathroom to claim it as your own. Ingo stood in shock as the door slammed closed. “Ah! Did you want a shower?” he asked, “P-please, go ahead! I'll go ahead and get dressed.” You stared at yourself in the mirror – observing your own body. Bruises were along your nape and up your neck to your jawline. Your thighs had obvious marks too. You took in a breath.
Your heart felt oddly warm as you truly recalled. Peeking out the door, you caught sight of Ingo bare to the world, slipping on a pair of briefs. A silver tuft of hair ran up to his navel – carefully groomed. He was utterly handsome. His embarrassment must have been contagious because you suddenly felt more confident. Walking out of the bathroom, you caught him unawares with a kiss.
Maybe you could get him again for another round.
💍Steven Stone💎
You slowly awoke on a plush bed. The mattress was far top comfortable, and you barely had an urge to get up.
Yet, that was what had you raise up. This… was not your room, was it? The room around you was sparsely decorated with anything typical – yet display cases for various stones were around. A shelf was full of books and files, alongside a few assorted rocks that seemed carefully arranged. You blinked in confusion. Curtains were drawn, yet the scent of sea creeped with a breeze. Nothing around was overly familiar. The distant sound of a shower running hit your ears. Various rings on the night stand gave you your final hint.
Steven… This must have been the Hoennian champions room. You moved to get up but quickly realised your lack of clothing. Your cheeks burned. Picking up a random article of clothing off the floor to slip on. A white shirt which you quickly buttoned to give you some small sense of decency. It was certainly not your own, but it would do for now. Especially when the shower suddenly cut off. Footsteps echoed out as the door to the room opened. The visage of a certain company heir in nothing but a towel came into your line of sight.
He was a bit on the thinner side, yet muscles were developing mostly on his arms and legs. No doubt something from his hobby of spelunking and handling various stones. Your eyes went down to a thin trail of light blue hair went down from his navel to underneath the towel. Immediately setting them back up, you saw bruises and bite marks all over his shoulders and nape. Your cheeks burned at the recollection as to how they got there.
“You're finally up?” Steven's voice was a little on the huskier side, “Good morning, my gemstone.” He moved in to peck your lips. Your eyes were wide. This really should have been nothing in comparison to what happened last night. He broke it and brought a hand to your cheek. “Do you want a shower?” he asked. You nodded. That charming smile was too much on your poor heart. “Go ahead then,” he pulled back, “I'll get ready while you do. Though, can I have my shirt back?” You had never removed an article of clothing so fast. Running out the door, you went down a short hall to the shower room.
But, a mirror in the hallway gave you pause. Marks were all over your shoulders and nape – bruises and bite marks. Your hips were in no better condition. Steven had been more attentive than you expected. Swallowing, you entered the room.
The apparent strongest there was right now was under your beck and call.
▽Emmet△
The feeling of something crawling on you sent you from the comfort of sleep to shooting up and alert.
A little cry made you realise you startled whatever it was. Your head turned to see a Joltik loafing into itself – eyes closed. You felt a little bad and pet the bug gently. Though, this only made even more appear from seemingly nowhere to receive your attention. Your mind was racing. Did you have an infestation!? You sprung up from the bed to notice another thing. This was not your room. A white duvet was on the bed – though, it was nearly yellow from the shed of the Joltiks. A nearby shelf held various model trains, carefully arranged.
You quickly put together who this room belonged to from that alone. Emmet. This was the Subway Boss Emmet's bedroom. A glance down at yourself left you even more bewildered. You were naked. Throwing on the nearest item of clothing you could find, you found yourself in a Joltik print t-shirt. You were about to dash out of the room, but a door opened to stop you. In came the man of the hour, completely nude except for a towel which he was using to dry his hair.
His form was a bit on the thinner side, yet he had some muscles that were clearly developing. You felt your eyes trailing down his body, unable to meet his own. A wild, happy trail of silver went from his navel down to his – Your eyes shot back up. Could he not wrap the towel around his waist?! His ever-present smile felt teasing. You noticed the bruises all over his shoulders. It was very easy to understand why he was so comfortable being naked around you.
“Darling!” he called out cheerily, “You're finally up! I was verrrry worried that I would have to shake you awake.” He closed in on you – pulling you into a tight embrace and leaning his head atop your own. Did… he not even realise he was completely naked? He made a happy chuckle. You blinked and hugged him back. He was warm. “Mmm, did you want a shower?” he asked, “I am Emmet, and I did not use all the hot water like Ingo.” You nodded, and he let you go. Dashing into the bathroom, you hoped he would be dressed when you came back out.
The t-shirt was tossed off. You stared your own body again. Bite marks were all over – Emmet seemed to have done a number on you. Your cheeks burned. Though, the memories returning to your head made you feel oddly hot. He was unexpectedly rough and demanding. You glanced at the door.
Maybe… you would ask for another round when you got done showering.
♠️Grimsley❤️
A paw slapping your face had drawn you awake, much to your annoyance.
What pokemon was—!? You stared at the Liepard in bewilderment. Did… you have one? You really felt like you did not. It hopped off the bed after seeing you were awake and trotted over to a closed door to paw at it. You glanced around the room, utterly lost as to where you were. Everything felt way too luxurious – silken sheets and a heavy duvet. A bottle of wine was on the night stand alongside empty glasses. Your head pounded, but you saw something else on the floor. A… scarf.
This was a hotel room – the layout made that obvious. The Liepard and scarf informed you just who else was here. Grimsley. Your heart raced. What… had occurred? You peeled back the covers to reveal your body, completely naked. Springing out of the bed, you picked up a piece of clothing from the floor and desperately tried to put it on. By the time you had finished buttoning the shirt, the door Liepard was pawing a clicked open. A familiar face had his hair down and only a towel wrapped around his waist.
You stared at the pale man – taken aback by just how thin he was. Barely any muscle tone to speak of. He yawned, and you found your eyes drifting lower; unable to meet his eyes. The skin was entirely clear, barring a small trail of dark hair that fed under the towel. Seeing where your eyes were going, you looked back up and saw his shoulders covered in bruises. Purple and red marring the pale skin almost beautifully.
“Woke up finally?” Grimsley spoke, “You're such a lightweight.” A few graceful steps had him right on you, standing at full height. His hand caught your chin. The heat of the shower gave it a warm, moist touch. “Though, you were so cute, you know? You just kept begging for more and more,” he cooed, “I don't think I've ever been with anyone so cute~.” The words made you shove him away. What was wrong with him!? Your cheeks burned. He chuckled. “Showers all yours, darling,” he motioned to where he had just come from, “I'll be waiting for you.” You moved around him to head into the bathroom. Though, right before you entered. “Can I have my shirt back?” You basically tore the clothing article off and threw it at him.
Slamming the door closed – you finally got a look at yourself in the mirror. Bite marks and bruises were all over your body. It was difficult to find a patch of skin he had not gotten to. You wanted to scream. But, also… You remembered all the things he bad said during it all – between his teasing and cruel words, something utterly affectionate and endless praise.
You glanced at the door – If he was really out there when you stepped out, maybe you would talk to him about your relationship properly.
