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Remember Me

Chapter 7: The Man of Fire

Champion Leon x Reader

Note: I’m surprised the whole thing uploaded this time! I guess the Nessa chapter was too long. But here it is as long at last! And happy thanksgiving to everyone that celebrates it! ^^

(Tumblr won’t let post links so you’d have to go through the master list ((pinned))to check on the chapters)

After yet another sleepless night, you slipped out of the bedroom and made your way toward the firehouse, only to veer left and tread across the familiar bridge. Beneath you, rushing water cascaded through the gears, their steady whir a backdrop to the stillness of the night.

You sank onto a bench overlooking the star-filled sky, releasing Houndoom by your side.

“You think this was a mistake?” you murmured, your voice barely louder than the flowing water. Houndoom tilted his head in confusion before giving a firm shake.

A sigh escaped your lips as you leaned against his sturdy frame. “I miss it all… my home, my family…” You hesitated, your voice dropping to a whisper. “My Leon.”

“Figured you’d be here again.”

Your heart jumped as you turned toward the shadows, spotting two faint glimmers of light—eyes, sharp and watchful. The figure stepped forward, revealing himself.

“Fiore,” you exhaled, pressing a hand to your chest. “You gave me quite the scare.”

He chuckled softly, but a cough interrupted him as he moved forward with a cane.

“Oh! Let me help you!” You quickly offered, guiding him to the bench.

“Thank you. I didn’t mean to startle you.” He settled down, only for Houndoom to leap over and land in his lap.

“Arceus, stop—Houndoom!”

But Fiore just smiled, his calm, steady gaze meeting Houndoom’s. With a quiet, deliberate tone, he tapped the end of his cane on the concrete and said firmly, “Down.”

To your surprise, Houndoom obeyed instantly, hopping to the ground and sitting tall by your side, his posture alert but content.

“How did you…?” you began, blinking in disbelief.

Fiore adjusted his hat with a knowing smile. “I have my ways,” he said simply.

“But wait, you’re using a cane?” you asked, noticing the sturdy, polished black wooden cane he held on.

He sighed, a small chuckle escaping his lips before he looked down at the cane in his hand, running a finger over the faint carvings along its shape. “Age’s catching up to me more than ever, sweetheart,” he replied, his voice tinged with a touch of weariness, though his calm demeanor remained unshaken.

He shifted slightly, wincing ever so subtly, before giving you a reassuring smile. “I heard about your recent successes in the Gym Challenge,” he began, his voice smooth and carrying an unexpected admiration despite his age. “Word’s getting around about a fierce Trainer making their way up the ranks.”

The sun began to peek over the horizon, its soft golden light spreading across the landscape, casting a warm glow over everything in its path. Yet, despite the beauty of the morning, a dark shadow lingered above Fiore, as if the sunlight itself hesitated to touch him.

“I think I’m doing alright, though” you replied modestly, with Alola flashing in your mind. “There’s still a long way to go.”

Fiore hums, reaching into his coat. “Don’t sell yourself short,” he murmured. “You’ve already made quite a name for yourself.” From his coat, he withdrew a carefully wrapped item, its rounded shape unmistakable. “Consider this a token of encouragement—for the victory yet to come.”

Your breath hitched as you accepted the gift, cradling the warm egg in your hands. “But I haven’t even faced Kabu yet,” you pointed out, puzzled by his confidence.

Beneath the shadow of his hat, Fiore’s lips curved into a faint, almost chilling smile. But perhaps it was the shadow playing on your mind. “It’s in your blood,” he said, his tone steady and resolute. “Victory will always be yours.”

His words hung heavily in the air, carrying a weight you couldn’t quite place. You ran your fingers over the egg’s surface, its warmth seeping into your skin as Houndoom nudged your leg for reassurance.

“Thank you,” you said softly, glancing at Fiore.

“Remember,” he said, his tone a mix of paternal warmth and something more enigmatic, “no matter what challenges lie ahead, you’re destined to overcome them.”

His certainty left you both comforted and unsettled, as if he knew something you didn’t. You turned your focus to the egg in your hands, grounding yourself in its warmth and promise.

Fiore’s words hung in the air as he stood to leave, his figure merging effortlessly with the fading shadows before the sun fully claimed the sky, dispelling the remnants of the night.

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As a yawn stretches across your face in the early morning, you spot Marnie lounging on one of the sofas with a Nintendo switch in her hands in the inn lobby. Her Morpeko buzzes with energy, darting from one spot to another, earning a small, rare smile from the typically stoic girl.

“Marnie! Hey!” you call out with a big wave.

Her eyes widen slightly before she returns the wave, lowering the switch. “Mornin’! Are you lookin’ for your sister?”

You nod, prompting her to continue. “She’s with Hop and some guy who really needs to fix his roots.”

You sigh before whispering. “They’re with Guzma. They just can’t stay still.”

You had woken up alone this morning, which was on you for staying up far too late the night before.

“At the registration, I was able to snag some of his League Cards that supposedly help against him,” she said, rummaging through her bag holding up a card.

But not just any card, between your fingers is now a signed Kabu League Card and behind it, his Pokemon and moveset.

“Don’t look so chuffed—it’s no big deal,” she adds, brushing off any sense of generosity.

“I didn’t say anything,” you mutter defensively, raising your hands in surrender before tucking the card into your bag, where it joined the rest of your unorganized collection of League Cards.

Marnie clasps her hands behind her back. “I think you’re one of the last challengers of the day—you, some others, and Marcella. I heard she was seen with Leon the other day.”

Your chest tightens at her words, “…Oh.”

Marnie frowns slightly, tilting her head. “I feel kinda bad for him, honestly. It’s obvious that it’s an arrangement.”

She gave a little shake of her head before straightening. “Anyway, I bet you’ll have no trouble beatin’ that ‘Man of Fire’ Kabu chap. Why don’t ya get to the stadium and claim that Gym Badge already?”

With a small smile, murmuring your thanks, you step out of the inn. As you make your way toward the Gym, you idly scroll through your phone. A headline caught your eye:

“Champion Leon and Rising Star Marcella: Galar’s New Power Couple?”

Your footsteps falter as you stare at the article, the accompanying image showing Leon and Marcella side by side. He was smiling, his signature cape draped over one shoulder, while she stood close, her confident grin aimed directly at the camera. The caption read:

“Spotted together outside the Wyndon Stadium, Leon and Marcella seem to be growing closer both on and off the battlefield.”

You blink, rereading the headline and the subtext. A pit settled in your stomach, twisting uncomfortably as doubts begins to creep in. Was Marnie right? Was this all some kind of arrangement? Or worse—what if it wasn’t?

“Danielle! You’re that challenger everyone’s talking about!” a young girl gasps, her wide-eyed admiration.

“And she’s probably headed to face Kabu right now!” an older man chimes in from beside her, likely her grandfather.

“Go all out!” the girl cheered, thrusting a fist into the air.

Shaking your head, you locked your phone and stuffed it into your pocket, smiling and waved back at them, though the gesture felt awkward—your media training was definitely rusty.

Leon isn’t your priority right now; the Gym Badge is. And yet, as you step through the stadium gates, the image of the two of them lingers at the edge of your thoughts, no matter how hard you try to push it away.

And now here you are, the Motostoke Gym lobby, where fiery décor dominates the space. Streaks of flame lined the walls and guides your path toward the reception desk, the air buzzing with heat and anticipation.

After completing your registration and changing into your Gym Uniform, you head toward the waiting area—only to stop in your tracks when you spot a familiar figure standing confidently with his hands on his hips. Two others flanked him, grinning.

“We’ve been waitin’ for a hot minute, y’know!” Guzma calls out, his voice dripping with mock impatience.

You sigh, rubbing the back of your neck. “Sorry, Guz,”

Before he could reply, Hop and Lyz steps up beside him, both brimming with energy.

“Slow as ever, Dani!” Hop teases, bouncing to his feet and shoving his newly earned Fire Badge so close to your face that you had to lean back to avoid a collision. “We already got ours!”

Lyz burst into laughter, doubling over as she clutches her sides.

“And you two waking up early? There’s hope for you yet,” you tease with a smirk.

“Hey!” Your sister huffs, puffing out her cheeks.

You glance between the three of them, raising an eyebrow. “But if you’ve all already got your badges, why are you still here?”

Guzma groans, dragging a hand down his face.

“To watch you win!” Hop and Lyz chimes in unison, their enthusiasm infectious.

A sheepish smile tugs at your lips as a mix of gratitude and embarrassment warms your chest. “Well, guess I can’t disappoint now, huh?”

“That’s the spirit!” Hop beams, giving a thumbs-up. “You’ve got this! Just watch out—Kabu’s Arcanine is no joke.”

“And he loves to throw in a Will-O-Wisp to mess with your strategy,” Lyz adds, her tone unusually serious.

Guzma nods, “Just stick to that Croconaw of yours. Ain’t nothing fire can do against water.”

You hum, their words of encouragement steadying your nerves.

The receptionist’s voice called you over, cutting your conversation short.

“Good luck!” Hop calls out, practically vibrating with excitement.

“Make it a good show,” Guzma adds with a sly grin. “Don’t let us down, champ.”

Lyz smiles softly, her quiet confidence in you saying more than words ever could.

The receptionist greets you warmly, ushering you closer. “Welcome, young Challenger,” they said with a polite nod. “Right this way to the Gym Mission.”

They couldn’t help but mention your impressive performance in yesterday’s match, but their tone shifts as they lean in slightly. “That said, be prepared—Kabu is on a whole different level than Nessa.”

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself as you follow the staff toward the challenge that awaited.

The dome radiates intense heat, a sharp contrast to the icy waterfalls of Nessa’s arena. At its center lay a circular racing stadium, divided into patches of grass and cones. Three trainers stood near the edges of the grassy areas, their postures tense with focus, while in the middle stood the familiar blond-mustached referee: Dan. He steps forward, his voice carrying easily across the heated arena.

Your gaze shifts to a scoreboard behind him, displaying four names—including your own. Beside him rests a tray holding six Poké Balls, their polished surfaces glinting under the harsh dome lights. Overhead, a few RotoCams buzzes, capturing every angle of the mission—and of you.

“To clear this mission, you’ll need to earn six points,” Dan explains, holding up his fingers for emphasis. “You’ll have six Poké Balls at your disposal, so make every throw count. Got it?”

“Got it,” you reply, nodding firmly.

“You’ll earn one point for defeating a Pokémon in the tall grass, or two points for catching it. Battles will continue until the Pokémon has been defeated or captured. It’s as simple as that!”

Dan continues, his voice firm. “But you won’t be alone in this competition. Other trainers will be joining you in the battles. Pay attention to their moves and plan your strategy to rack up points!”

A faint smile tugs at your lips as a few ideas began to form in your mind.

“Gym Mission… START!” Dan shouts, his whistle piercing the air.

You take a quick scan of the room once more, noting the nearest trainers and patches of grass. You grabbed the Poké Balls from the tray, sliding them into your shorts pocket, and step forward, ready to take on the challenge.

“Good afternoon, loyal viewers! I am Shieldbert, reporting live from Motostoke, joined, as always, by my brother, Sordward!”

“Thank you, Shieldbert! And welcome to yet another thrilling session of the Gym Challenge. Today, we kick off with one of the final matches featuring none other than Miss Johto herself!”

You approach the first patch of grass to the left of the entrance, spotting a young man with chestnut hair standing nearby. Movement rustles within the tall grass, and you exchanged a curious glance with the boy before a Vulpix sprang into view. It bared its teeth, ready to fight.

Wasting no time, you send Deino into battle, and your opponent responds with a Rolycoly. Both Pokémon stood poised, the air charges with the tension of the first challenge.

“Let’s give it our best, Deino!” you encourage.

Deino roars in agreement, lowering his stance in preparation. You quickly call for a Dragon Breath attack, but just as you gave the order, you stomp your right foot forcefully on the ground. Without hesitation, Deino shifted targets, redirecting his attack toward the Rolycoly.

The boy blinks in astonishment, gasping audibly at your maneuver. In the announcer booth, Shieldbert’s voice rang out with intrigue.

“Would you look at that! Our Challenger has opted for a rather unconventional tactic!”

“Is she even allowed to do that?” Sordward asked, his voice dripping with skepticism.

“Apparently so,” Shieldbert replied with a smirk.

The boy snaps out of his shock, “Hey!”

You offer a sheepish grin. “Sorry! Gotta do whatever it takes to rack up the points!”

His expression hardened, and his voice drops in determination. “Well then… Rolycoly, use Smack Down!”

The Rock-type Pokémon dove into the ground, hurling stones at Deino, who dodged with ease-only for the Vulpix to take the hit instead. Enraged, the fox pounces on Deino, Seizing the chaos, your opponent orders a Rock Blast, sending Rolycoly barreling toward the two Pokémon.

You quickly devise a plan. As Rolycoly approaches, Deino spins, pushing Vulpix into the oncoming rock. Both Pokémon were stunned, and you took the chance to toss a Poké Ball. It struck Vulpix perfectly, sealing her inside with a flash of stars as the victory bell rang.

Meanwhile, Rolycoly lay defeated nearby, With Vulpix captured (2 points) and Rolycoly technically defeated (1 point), you earned an impressive 3 points in mere minutes-halfway to facing Kabu.

“And Miss Johto lands a triple score on her first battle!”

“3 points down, 3 to go! Halfway there, Challenger!”

A broad smile spreads across your face, pumping a fist into the air, with Deino roaring triumphantly beside you. The opposing trainer, after recalling his Rolycoly, retrieved Vulpix’s Poké Ball and extends it toward you in a noble gesture.

“Are you sure you don’t want it?” he asks.

“Trust me,” you reply with a confident smile. “I don’t need one.”

Before he could respond, you turn and head toward the next patch of grass. Glancing at the scoreboard, you catch your name proudly displaying 3 points while his is crossed out. Two trainers remains, leaving you with a choice: target their Pokémon first or focus on the wild one, risking an interception.

This time, you didn’t hesitate. Ignoring your opponent entirely, you zero in on a Litwick hovering out of the grass. With Deino’s type advantage, the ghostly Pokémon was swiftly defeated, its waxy figure sinking into the ground. Wasting no time, you toss a Poké Ball and hear the bell chime again.

“And that’s another 2 points for our Challenger—she’s on a roll!”

The final test of the mission awaits: a fiery Sizzlipede with vibrant, flamboyant skin. Beside you, your last opponent—a girl with a fierce demeanor—attacked with no hesitation. Her Salandit darts across the terrain, spitting Embers at Deino.

Deino retaliates with a series of relentless Assurance, overwhelming the Salandit until it collapses in defeat. Turning his focus to the Sizzlipede, the Bug-Fire Pokémon gulps nervously, and within moments, Deino delivers the finishing blow. The bell chimes for the last time, signaling not just the end of the mission, but your triumph with an impressive total of 7 points—one more than the required 6.

“Clearing Leader Kabu’s Gym Mission like that…” Sordward murmurs with his signature composed tone.

“She’s not on a roll, Sordward…”

“She’s. On. Fire!” Shieldbert sang dramatically, his flair as flamboyant as ever.

You return your captured Pokémon to the referee, along with the four unused Poké Balls.

“Congratulations on clearing another mission!” Dan cheers, “Onward, Challenger!”

With his encouragement ringing in your ears, you ascended the staircase—the path to greatness.

The path to Kabu.

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Even from the depths of the tunnel where you stood, the roar of the crowd was unmistakable, buzzing like a swarm of restless ants. Just weeks ago, the sheer energy would have made you falter, but those days were behind you. Slowly but surely, the confidence from your time as Alola’s Champion was returning. The rhythm of the Gym Challenge, with all its intensity, now felt familiar—like a part of you. If anything, you felt drawn to the pitch, an undeniable magnetic pull that seems to affirm what you’d always known deep down.

The will to fight was in your blood.

RotoCams zooms above the pitch, capturing live footage displayed on massive screens framing the crimson-cracked stage. Along the lower rows, enormous posters advertised Kabu's sponsors.

You take a deep breath, rocking on your heels to steady yourself as you adjust your fringe. Your first match had been nerve-wracking, your second even more so. But this one? This one would be something else entirely. Kabu’s a one of a kind opponent, a name with weight.

Nearly 15 years ago, he had almost conquered the Hoenn League. Something told you a man of his caliber hadn’t stopped pushing himself since.

“Greetings.”

You jump, startled by the sudden voice. Kabu himself stands beside you, his presence calm yet commanding. How had you not heard him approach?

Before you could respond, the stadium erupts into cheers as Shieldbert’s voice booms, announcing your name alongside Kabu’s.

With a resolute step, you propel yourself forward. Kabu was already jogging to his position on the field, his movements deliberate and unwavering.

As you take your place, he stands firmly in the center of the fiery-themed pitch, one hand resting over his heart in a solemn gesture. With his eyes closed, he radiated a serene yet unyielding strength.

“Welcome,” Kabu greets formally in Hoennese, which sounds no different from Johtoian. “I am Kabu, the Fire-Type Gym Leader.”

“Kabu, it’s an honor to meet you again,” you reply in Unovian, hoping he would pick up on your inability to converse fluently in Johtoian.

His foreign accent was unmistakable as he responds, his tone courteous.

“The honor is all mine,” he claps his hands behind his back. “The fact that you are here means you’ve bested both Milo’s Grass-types and Nessa’s Water-types. That,” he emphasizes with a nod, “is no small feat.”

It was no wonder so many admired Kabu. His demeanor balanced strength and discipline with a surprising gentleness that commanded respect.

“Every Trainer and Pokémon trains tirelessly in pursuit of victory,” Kabu continues, “But that also means your opponent is working just as hard, if not harder, to win. In the end, the match is decided by which side is able to unleash their true potential.”

He narrows his sharp eyes, the weight of his words lingering.

“Show me that potential.”

As heavy music blares through the stadium, you and Kabu retreat to your platforms. Kabu closes his eyes for a moment, appearing to block out the world around him. When they open, his piercing grey gaze locks directly onto yours, catching you slightly off guard. You steady yourself, just as committed to the battle ahead.

The Gym Leader stretches briefly before winding up like a baseball player and releasing his first Pokémon.

A dazzling light erupts, revealing a near-mythical creature with nine flowing tails. Ninetales lands gracefully on the field, drawing a roar of approval from the crowd. You knew this Pokémon by reputation alone and couldn’t help but think Kabu was starting a little too strong for your liking.

RotoCams circle above in synchronized patterns, capturing every moment. The pulsating electronic music stirs something primal within you, fueling your battle spirit. A pink glow lit up your Dynamax band, signaling it was charging. Across the field, Kabu’s band did the same, though he didn’t spare it a glance.

Taking a steady breath, you toss your choice into the fray. A brilliant flash of light reveals Croconaw, who lands on the field with a commanding roar.

“And our Challenger brings out a Water-type! But can it douse the flames of Kabu’s fire?”

“A wise… but rather predictable decision,” he comments, his tone neutral but laced with subtle challenge. “Let’s see if your training in the mines has paid off.”

A brief, sharp grin flickers across his otherwise stoic face as the battle begins.

You clench your fist, anticipation coursing through your veins.

“Ninetales, use Will-O-Wisp!”

The elegant fox let out a melodious cry, raising her tails high above her head. She conjured a swirling ring of ghostly purple flames and hurls it directly toward Croconaw.

“Croconaw, dodge!” you shout, motioning forward.

In a swift response, Croconaw unleashes a Water Gun, dissipating the eerie flames before they could reach him. Relief washes over you for a moment, but Kabu wasn’t done.

As Croconaw ended his attack, a faint ember that had gone unnoticed flickered to life. It crept forward with a will of its own, latching onto Croconaw and leaving a visible burn in its wake.

Kabu’s expression remains impassive, though you could sense the quiet pride radiating from him. This was no opponent to underestimate.

“A Water-type alone won’t save you,” His voice carries the weight of experience.

You purse your lips, realizing that the battle had barely begun and Croconaw, your key assets, was already in rough shape. You need to turn the tide quickly if you’re going to stand a chance.

That’s when a confident smile tugged at the corner of your lips. Under pressure, you always thought best—an instinct you inherited from your Champion mother.

“We’ll see about that.”

Without hesitation, Croconaw launches a full-force Rock Blast. The rocks pummels Ninetales one after another at lightning speed. The combination of the attack’s power and Ninetales’ type disadvantage quickly overpowers the fox, taking it down with ease. Kabu’s eyes widens briefly before he masking it with his usual composure.

“Incredible! Ninetales has been knocked out!” Shieldbert exclaims, squirming in his seat.

Without missing a beat, Kabu sends out his next Pokémon: an intimidating Arcanine, its fiery mane blazing with intensity. The heat of the battle seems to spike as you think through your next move.

Croconaw remains on the field, but the burn sapping its strength meant it wouldn’t last long against such a fierce opponent. Dartrix was no option, and while Deino might hold his own, the Arcanine’s speed could easily overwhelm him. You scramble to come up with a strategy—something to press forward without jeopardizing everything.

Then, out of the corner of your eye, you spot a Rotom zipping through the stadium toward you.

“Incoming sponsor!” it chirps in its high-pitched, mechanical voice.

A sealed parachute package floats down in front of you, landing neatly in your hands. Recognition dawns immediately—these were the sponsor gifts Chairman Rose mentioned in the updated Gym Challenge rules. With the stricter regulations banning on-field item use and store-bought remedies, sponsor gifts were now the only way trainers could receive outside help mid-battle.

And today, luck was on your side.

Catching the parachute with a firm grip, you quickly open the small box inside. Nestled within was a green bottle labeled Burn Heal. Relief floods through as you glance back at Croconaw, the flames of its burn condition still flickering faintly.

Attached to the bottle was a small note, its words printed neatly in elegant script:

For when the fire burns too bright—may this help extinguish the flame and guide you to victory. -G

You couldn’t help but smile at the timing, silently thanking Guzma for sending this, perhaps he knows he knows his ways with words after all.

Now, with renewed focus, you return your attention to the battle and lift the Burn Heal high, showing it to the referee for approval.

“Our first sponsor from our challenger coming in to save the day!” Sordward’s voice booms as the crowd erupts into cheers.

As Croconaw rushes back to your side, you spray it with Burn Heal, and the flames dissipate, restoring its strength. Croconaw lets out a determined cry, ready for the next round.

“All right, Croconaw,” you call. “Let’s take down that Arcanine!”

Kabu was quick to respond. “Arcanine, use Flare Blitz!”

The fiery beast charged, and you counter immediately. “Croconaw, Aqua Jet!”

The two Pokémon clashes with a powerful shockwave, their attacks meeting in a fierce struggle. Croconaw’s Aqua Jet fought against Arcanine’s Flare Blitz, but both were overwhelmed by the force. They stagger back before collapsing together, worn out. At least Croconaw had managed to bring Arcanine down with him.

“Both Pokémon are unable to battle!” Shieldbert clutches the mic. “It’s a Double knockout!”

The crowd cheers as you return Croconaw to its Pokéball, praising it for its effort. You glance at Kabu, your determination unwavering—this battle is far from over.

In Kabu’s eyes, your expression reminded him of his younger mentor from many, many years ago. But as he had taught himself, a true warrior never lost composure. Calmly, he speaks, the breeze gently tousling his greying hair.

“Not bad. Not bad at all,” he compliments. “But I’m not done yet. Light that fire and get your mind moving, Kabu! There’s still a path to victory!”

Then, the moment you’ve been dreading arrived. With a determined gleam in Kabu’s eyes, he reaches for his Hyper Ball and summons his final Pokemon. In a burst of light, Centiskorch appears—its fiery, armored body shimmering under the stadium lights. The creature rose, its many legs moving with unnerving precision. The flames across its face burned brightly, matching its cold, calculating gaze.

Your throat went dry. This was it—the final test.

No more sponsor gifts. No more tricks. Your trump card was already used, and you knew Kabu would Gigantamax Centiskorch, leaving no room for recovery.

Your options dwindles down to one.

“I believe our challenger may be out of usable Pokémon!” Shieldbert’s voice rang out across the stadium. “I believe Miss Johto’s journey ends here...”

You glance at your belt once more. Three options stood before you: Dartrix, Deino…

And Houndoom.

The thought weighed heavily. Revealing Houndoom could jeopardize everything you had worked to keep hidden. But as your eyes trails over the expectant faces in the crowd and the fiery battlefield ahead, something deep within you stirs.

Hope transforms into determination—an unstoppable, burning passion for the battle ahead. It coursed through you, igniting your spirit and steadying your body. Your muscles tenses, your heartbeat steadies, and your vision sharpens. The stakes were high, but for your home, your region, you would risk it all.

The crowd falls silent as they witness the change in your expression, the flicker of fire in your eyes now mirroring the one in Kabu’s. Even Kabu faltered, his composure slipping as he meets your gaze. For the first time, the veteran Gym Leader saw it—the eyes of someone who would not yield.

With a flourish, you pluck Houndoom’s Pokéball from your belt and throw it onto the pitch.

The sleek black Pokémon materializes, landing gracefully on all fours. Without hesitation, Houndoom lifts his head and lets out a haunting howl that echoes across the stadium. Its crimson eyes lock onto Centiskorch, burning with an intensity that rivals the flames of the battlefield.

“Burn brighter than ever before, Centiskorch! Gigantamax and unleash your full power!”

The stadium erupts into a deafening roar as a vivid pink aura ignites around the ball in Kabu’s hand. With a fiery glint in his eyes, he launches it forward with a powerful throw. In an instant, Centiskorch begins to grow at an alarming pace, its form expanding as its flames surge into massive, unrelenting infernos. Now towering over the battlefield, an overwhelming presence—a searing wall of heat and fury that made the air itself tremble.

The pink energy travels up your forearm until it reaches Houndoom’s Pokéball, which had already recalled him. Now, accustomed to the sheer weight of it, you spin around and throw it behind you, getting increasingly better at handling Dynamaxing . In turn, Houndoom grows in size until he reaches the ceiling and crash-landed in a low pitched howl.

“Flames always burn upwards, and so we aim to rise higher. You understand, don’t you?”

Without hesitation, Kabu orders a G-Max Move from Centiskorch—one you had never faced before. The Pokémon coils and begins to glow so brightly that you have to shield your eyes.

“We can’t see a damn thing!” Shieldbert exclaims, along with everyone else, covering their eyes.

But not Kabu—his iron will kept him grounded. You felt the heat intensifying in the stadium even before the attack launched. A massive fireball forms rapidly and shoots toward Houndoom. With one hand still shielding your eyes, you shout:

“Counter with Max Darkness!”

Houndoom complied, and a wave of darkness engulfed the attack, exploding and sending bursts of fire raining down. If not for the protective barriers set by Macro Cosmos, you’d all be cooked by now.

“Houndoom shot down the G-Max Move!” Shieldbert exclaims, voicing everyone’s thoughts.

Kabu pales at the sight, leaving him to temporarily cease his onslaught.

To say that the audience was on fire was an understatement, no, it was ablaze! People rise from their seats, shouting and carrying your name across the stadium. You didn't hesitate on the command for the next instant you shout:

- “Max Strike!”

Houndoom let out a thunderous roar, the sheer force of his power causing the stadium floor to crack beneath him before he unleashed a blinding surge of energy through Centiskortch, bringing your fiery battle to its victorious end.

And for the first time in his career, Kabu takes a step back, his hand raising to his hips and genuine surprise expressing in his features.

A thunderous cry erupts, louder and more powerful than anything you had ever heard, shaking the ground beneath your feet. Kabu dropped to his knees, accepting defeat.

Houndoom had begun to shrink back to his normal size, as had Centiskorch, whose massive form collapsed in defeat after the final blow. The once-mighty fiery serpent lay motionless, its Gigantamax energy fully expended.

Houndoom returns to his normal size, he begins pacing the stadium, his movements erratic with adrenaline, feeding off the adoration of the public.

Overwhelmed, you leapt into the air, shouting your partner’s name at the top of your lungs.

Finally, he sprints toward you, throwing himself into your arms. You cling to him, burying your face into his fur as tears stream freely. Sensing your emotions, Houndoom pulls back slightly and begins licking your face, chasing away your tears. Laughter bubbles up from your chest, laughter he hadn’t heard from you in so long.

Meanwhile, Shieldbert, who would’ve been thrilled at the sight, had fainted in sheer excitement, now being tended to by paramedics as cameras swarmed the scene.

You flash a triumphant smile at the photographers, waving briefly as Houndoom pants happily by your side, his eyes bright and from the rush of battle. It was clear he’d missed this—missed the exhilaration of combat and the bond forged in the heat of it.

When the moment comes to claim your prize, you and Houndoom approach Kabu. The Gym Leader stands tall once more, his expression one of respect and admiration.

“Great Pokémon, and an even greater Trainer,” he said warmly. “It’s no surprise you won, especially with such a strong Pokémon from your home region.”

Pride swells within you at his words. To earn Kabu’s respect meant more than you could express.

“I’m often regarded as the first true obstacle of the Gym Challenge,” he continues, “and yet you overcame me with such precision…”

You quickly wave your hands, shaking your head. “Please, Kabu, don’t sell yourself short. That was a tough battle.”

A small smile spreads across his face before continuing.

“Your technique, wit, and skill are truly impressive. I’ll be watching your future battles closely,” he said firmly, “Do not let the people of your home region down.”

“I won’t,” you promised, your voice steady with determination.

Kabu nods approvingly, then turns his gaze to Houndoom, who sits tall and proud by your side. His expression softens as he addresses your fiery partner.

Kabu kneels slightly, bringing himself to Houndoom’s level. The fire-type Pokémon meets his gaze, his tail flicking back and forth, still charged with energy from the battle.

“You fought with honor, strength, and loyalty,” Kabu’s voice resonates with sincerity. “You’re a testament to your trainer’s spirit. I hope to see you continue blazing that trail together.”

Houndoom barks of approval, puffing out his chest with pride, he glances back at you, his eyes brimming with the same unspoken trust you’d relied on throughout the battle.

Kabu stands, brushing dust off his uniform, before retreating the badge, gleaming between his fingers.

“This is yours,” Kabu extends it toward you. “You’ve earned it.”

You reach out, your fingers brushing the cool metal before you hold it firmly in your grasp. The crowd erupts in cheers, and the weight of the badge felt like so much more than its physical mass.

“Thank you,” you bow slightly to Kabu out of respect.

As you stood upright, Kabu’s voice lowered, so only you could hear. “I’ve faced many trainers, but there’s something about you… a drive, a fire that isn’t easily extinguished. Whatever your reason for taking this journey, hold onto it. That fire will carry you far.”

His words hang in the air as you step back, your heart steady yet pounding. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, and with no other gesture that could truly convey the depth of your respect for the man, you lower yourself into a dignified bow.

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After a quick trip to the changing rooms and a refreshing shower, you find yourself getting dressed once more. Houndoom sits patiently by the benches, his amber eyes glinting with an odd sense of relief—a sentiment you shared after finally triumphing over the Man of Fire.

“Houndoom…”

His ears twitched, and his gaze shifts toward you. A faint smile tugs at your lips as you sink down beside him, leaning forward until your forehead rests gently against his.

“One step,”

His eyes narrowed slightly, his expression thoughtful, as though he understood.

“We’re one step closer to our goal.”

His gaze darkens, the weight of your words sinking in—a promise to put an end to Team Rocket once and for all.

Finally, back in the lobby with Houndoom safely resting in his Pokéball, Dan, the referee, approaches with a neatly wrapped package in his arms.

“Challenger Danielle,” Dan announces, his voice steady and formal, “you’ve done an excellent job earning Gym Badges from the Grass, Water, and Fire Gyms. Please accept these as tokens of your accomplishment.”

The TM glints faintly in the light: Will-O-Wisp, along with the Fire Gym uniform folded carefully with your numbers on the back.

“You’ve demonstrated exceptional skill and are now ready to take on the challenges that await you, starting with the next Gym in Hammerlocke City.”

Hammerlocke. Just hearing the name sends a ripple through your chest.

“However, all challengers must reach Hammerlocke through the Wild Area. The journey should take no longer than a day. Best of luck to you.” With that, he turns and exits, leaving you to process your next steps.

But familiar voices broke through your thoughts.

“Nice work!” Hop cheers, a wide grin stretches across his face.

“You were amazing, Dani!” Lyz exclaims, her excitement practically bubbling over.

Bracing yourself for potential scolding from Guzma, you were instead met with something unexpected…

A rare, genuine smile.

He steps forward, draping an arm around your shoulder and leaning in to whisper softly,

“Our Champion is back.”

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You follow the three out of the stadium as Hop and Lyz continue to rave about your victory over Kabu. The sunlight blinds you for a fleeting moment as you step outside. It was still afternoon, and you had so much to do for the rest of your journey. This victory was just simply one of many.

You head out on a shopping spree with Guzma, leaving Hop and Lyz to explore the city on their own and indulge in their own shopping adventures.

After all, you had your own errands to take care of.

“You sure about switching to this?” Guzma asks, gesturing to the bag in his hand as the two of you exit the store.

You nod. “The dye’s starting to fade faster than usual, like it’s resisting it,” you said with a slight smile. Running a hand through your hair, you motion to the roots beginning to show. “But maybe that’s for the best. My hair’s part of who I am, and it’s about time I stop hiding behind the color.”

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And now with your stomach full, your heart rested, and your belongings collected, you all leave the Budew Drop Inn and head for the Wild Area.

“Danielle…”

In all his grandeur, Kabu approaches, still clad in his Leader attire. You’d expect to be just another Challenger to him, but clearly, defeating the Man of Fire was no small feat.

“Guzma, Hop, Ayla,” he greets, nodding to each of them in turn.

You bowed respectfully, prompting the others to follow suit before you speak of his unexpected appearance.

“There are many trainers who never manage to collect three badges,” Kabu begins, his tone steady yet warm. “I make it a point to personally see off any who succeed in defeating me. And I couldn’t let any of you leave just yet.”

“Awesome!” Hop exclaims, his excitement lighting up his face. “Bet you can already tell which one of us is gonna be the Champion, huh?”

Kabu’s gaze shifts, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that makes your stomach twist.

“Yes.” he said calmly. “I can,”

Before Hop could press for clarification, the arrival of a Corvi-Taxi steals everyone’s attention. The massive bird lands gracefully, and from the taxi steps Milo, Nessa, and a hooded figure with a face mask.

Your heart skipped a beat as you spot the unmistakable eyes of the Champion, dressed casually in a hoodie and sweats, though a telltale streak of purple peeked from beneath the sides of his hood.

Leon.

The trio hurries over, Milo smiling as he catches his breath. “Like Kabu, we enjoy sending off Trainers lucky enough to make it this far. It’s a privilege to see such determination up close.”

Nessa nods, her enthusiasm mirroring Milo’s. “We wouldn’t miss the chance to wish you luck!”

And then Leon.

Pulling his mask down, he offers a small, knowing smile, his presence somehow more magnetic than any words he could say.

Hop, on the other hand, lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Leon!” Hop exclaims, nearly jumping in place. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you busy with Champion stuff?”

Leon laughs, a rich sound that warms the cool evening air. “I figured I’d take a little break and catch up with all of you!”

Your face reddens at Leon’s brief glance, but before any of you could say a word, Kabu takes charge.

“Allow us to send you off with a proper, sporty chant!” Kabu declares, stepping forward with a firm stance. Drawing in a deep breath, he shouts:

“Hustle, Hustle, Hustle, Hop!”

Milo cups his hands around his mouth, cheering, “You can do it, you can do it, Ayla!”

Nessa waves her arms enthusiastically, her voice ringing out: “Go, Go, Guzma!”

Leon, ever the showman, strucks his iconic Charizard pose, His voice booming with energy:

“Dare, Dream, Dominate, Danielle!”

You all erupt into laughter at the cheesy yet heartfelt chants. Kabu, his usual serious demeanor softens, raising a hand in farewell.

“I believe in all of you! Trust in your Pokémon and keep moving forward!” he said firmly, his words a final encouragement as he sends you off on the next chapter of your journey.

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Fractured Bonds

Chapter 4

Aizawa x Reader x Toshinori

Note: SMUT TIME! (For both Aizawa and Toshinori, separately of course) BUT IM SO SORRY I TOOK FOREVER! Also if you can, please read and like chapter 3 before reading this chapter. Thank you and happy reading! 🫶

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“That’s a club, not a bar.” Aizawa mutters, arms crossed beside you, his hair pulled back in a ponytail that somehow makes him look even more attractive. You’ve kept it simple, a cardigan and a casual dress, but perhaps with just enough effort to subtly catch his attention.

You both sigh, watching as Nemuri and Hizashi gaze at the neon-lit entrance with wide-eyed excitement, like kids in a candy shop.

“Close enough!” Nemuri calls back, already dragging a laughing, slightly panicked Hizashi through the doors.

You and Aizawa exchange a look, his expression a mix of annoyance, leaving you to shrug, accepting defeat. “No turning back now.”

The pulsing bass and colorful strobe lights hit you as soon as you step inside, the dance floor already packed. Nemuri and Hizashi vanishes into the crowd, laughter blending into the beat. Aizawa takes your hand to guide you through the throng, his height helping him navigate until you reach a quieter spot with a good view of your friends.

He motions toward an empty booth near the back, away from the noise. You slide in beside him, watching as Nemuri and Hizashi lose themselves on the dance floor without a care.

“So much for a quiet night catching up.” He says, leaning close to be heard over the music.

You smile, nudging him lightly. “It’s not too bad. Besides, how often do we get to see them this happy?”

He scoffs, “When are they ever not?” Then, as if on cue, Nemuri and Hizashi reappear, both with flushed faces and unsteady grins, handing you each a drink before disappearing again with more tipsy giggles and whispers.

“Don’t they have to teach tomorrow?” you ask, tapping your glass.

Aizawa chuckles, taking a sip of his own drink. “This is nothing compared to some of their other stunts.”

As the night wears on, a warm buzz settles over you, Nemuri’s drink selection taking effect. Your gaze softens as you glance at Aizawa, who’s keeping a close eye on Hizashi. “You know… I kind of miss this,” you say quietly, “Especially being with you.”

You gasp, quickly covering your mouth in surprise at your own admission. Catching Nemuri’s gaze from across the room, shooting a quick wink.

“Oh my god, I didn’t mean to say that!” you stammer, hands waving defensively, though Aizawa’s expression remains still. “I mean, I do miss you, I miss my friends… It’s just… it’s been—” You took a steadying breath, trying to compose yourself, but he had already picked up your glass, inspecting the remains of the drink.

“She slipped you a truth shot,” he scoffs, sliding it back to you before taking a sip of his own drink.

“Probably best to keep quiet for a bit. It’ll wear off soon.”

You pause, your gaze meeting his, catching a flicker in his eyes—something almost unguarded beneath his usual cool demeanor.

“You’re not gonna take advantage and ask me anything?”

Aizawa hesitates, the flicker in his eyes darkening slightly. “You have no idea.” The words slips out, catching even him by surprise. He quickly glances down at his own drink, catching the same shimmer as yours, and mutters under his breath, “Damn it, Yamada.”

Instinctively, he turns away, raising a hand, as though trying to stop you from pressing any further. “Just… don’t say anything,” he says, trying to pull himself back together. But you could see it, a faint blush dusting his face.

A mischievous smile forms as you witness his momentary vulnerability. Emboldened by the drink, or maybe just by him, you lean in a little closer, with a purr in your voice. “So… what did you want to ask me?”

His gaze wavers, and for a moment, he seems to be grappling with himself, his eyes lingering on his glass before they find yours again, “I wanted to ask if… what you said during the Sports Festival was true.”

You take a deep breath, memories rising to the surface, “When I was with All Might, he taught me a lot about letting go of the past… about forgiveness. I tried to move on, to leave certain things behind.” You hesitate on your next words, “But no matter what, I could never stop thinking about you.”

Aizawa’s gaze softens, “Me too.” There was an unspoken question in his eyes, a flicker of uncertainty. Finally, he asks, voice barely above a whisper, “Did he… make you happy?” His tone holds a trace of lingering regret and insecurities, remnants from years past.

You nod, “Yes… he did,” you quickly add, “Did you see anyone else after me?”

He glances down at his drink. “Had one-night stands here and there after graduation. Nothing more.”

“So… you moved on?” Each word brings an ache to your chest as you brace for his response.

He scoffs, “No. I just needed somewhere to stay.”

A frown forms as a long-buried memory surfaces—the painful day of Shirakumo’s death. You remembered leaving Aizawa’s belongings on the fire escape balcony, closing and locking your window, drawing the curtains shut as you sobbed over the loss of your brother.

“I’ve got my own place now.” He notices the concern in your eyes and adds, “But that doesn’t mean I can’t mess around every now and then.”

You nod, but before you can stop yourself, a question escapes, catching you both by surprise. “Not even with me?”

Aizawa’s gaze intensifies, a faint, amused smirk pulling at his lips. “Not a day goes by without me thinking about it,” he murmurs, his tone low and sincere, carrying a weight that sends a thrill straight to your core.

The truth shot now surges through you, adding a sense of boldness you couldn’t ignore. Almost instinctively, you lean closer, your voice dropping to a whisper.

“Then prove it.”

The sounds of the club fades, leaving only the sound of your own breaths and the pulse of your heartbeat. His eyes drift to your lips, lingering there for a long moment before he raises his gaze to meet yours, a dangerous spark dancing within them.

“You’re on thin ice,” he drawls, his voice carrying a rough edge. “Choose your words carefully.”

With a glint of daring in your eyes, you bite your lip and lean back with a sigh before standing up, “I guess I’ll take my leave, then.”

You catch his gaze tracing every movement, lingering on the way your dress hugs your form, taking in the weight of his attention, the way he savors in every detail as if memorizing it.

The club lights highlight the curves of your silhouette, casting a glow that accentuates every feature, from the curve of your hips to the subtle smirk playing on your lips. Leaving you to catch a faint spark in his eyes, eyeing you in an angle that would trigger a predator to jump at its prey.

You.

Slowly, he rises to his feet, and by just a simple beckon from his finger, you follow him through the dimly lit corridors of the club, weaving through the pulse of music and soft chatter until you reach a door in front of you.

He grabs the doorknob, his eyes searching yours, catching the faintest hint of hesitation. “This is your last warning,” he said, his tone a mix of challenge and restraint.

The weight of his words settles over, but something in you refuses to pull back. Instead, you take a step closer, your hand over his as you close the last sliver of space between you.

“I know what I’m doing,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper, but the conviction in it was clear.

A faint smile, almost imperceptible, as he allows the restraint he always wears to slip just enough. He pushes open the door with a gentle creek, his hand slipping to rest briefly against your lower back, guiding you inside before closing the door behind him, locking it in place.

The dim glow from a single flickering light overhead cast long, shifting shadows along the walls. Shelves lined with boxes and forgotten equipment loom around you, and the faint smell of cleaning supplies hangs in the air.

A storage room.

The thought barely settled as you realized the isolation of the place, tucked away from prying eyes, and suddenly, the close walls made each heartbeat feel amplified, each breath shared in the narrow space between you.

You step back until your back meets the edge of a counter, heart hammering as he steps toward you, his gaze never wavering as he moves slowly, his arms closing in on your sides, trapping you in place.

“Get up.”

You obey, immediately hopping to sit, now at proper eye level though you’d still have to slightly crane your neck up.

And quickly enough, you’re met with a firm yet gentle grip on your jaw, taking in a sharp breath before his lips crash onto yours, shuddering at the sensation, your pulse beating so wildly you couldn’t hear anything else.

You pull away from him, breathless, eyes wide with a mix of exhilaration. He chuckles, a low rumble in his chest at the sight of the tint on your face.

“I always enjoyed making you like that.” He says before his lips presses softly against the sensitive skin of your neck. A soft gasp escapes you as he traces a path downwards, the fabric of your dress shifting as he moves, his mouth exploring every inch of your exposed skin.

His fingers splay out as he traces the line of your spine from the top of your dress, underneath the cardigan, leaving you to take in the heat of his hands, a stark contrast to the chill of the room.

With the swift, deliberate movements of his, he removes your cardigan with ease, holding the soft fabric in his hands.

“Don’t..” you say in a whisper, panic rising at the thought of your clothes hitting the floor.

He chuckles softly, “I know,” he reassures, leaving the cardigan at your side.

He then places his hands on your hips, his touch electric against your bare skin. Slowly, he trails his fingers up your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You bite back a whimper as his thumbs brushed over your breasts, still covered by the fabric of your dress.

You reached for him, tugging at his shirt. He obliges, pulling it over his head in one fluid motion. Your hands explore his toned chest, tracing old scars and catching the rapid beating of his heart.

He gently cups your face, meeting your soft eyes with his own before pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss as his fingers inches lower, teasing along your sensitive folds covered by your soaked undergarment, already slick with arousal.

He moves the undergarment to the side, and with expert precision he teases your sex as you writhe against him, leaving his other hand pinching and rolling the sensitive peak between his fingers. You bite your lip to stifle a moan, all too aware of the thin walls separating you from the pulsing club beyond.

"Don't be shy, little fox," he whispers against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "Let me hear you."

As if to emphasize his point, he slips two fingers inside you, curling them just so, forcing a strangled cry to escape your lips before you could stop it. He smirks against your skin as he begins to pump his fingers in and out, building a steady rhythm.

Your hips rock back against him instinctively, chasing the pleasure of his skilled hands. He pulls away, his fingers drenched from you until inserts them in his mouth with a satisfied hum as he drinks in the sight of your trembling form.

“Already shaking?”

He chuckles lowly as you’re unable to get words out, letting him lower the straps of your dress, leaving it to bunch up at your waist to reveal your breasts for his eyes only.

“How cute, they haven’t changed.” He says before lowering himself. You let out a soft moan, your hands moving to his hair, gripping it tightly.

After sucklng the sensitive bud, He releases with a soft pop, satisfied by the faint purple mark before he continues, his breath warm on your skin as he trails kisses down your stomach. You shiver, your breath hitching as he hooks his fingers at your dress pooled at your waist along with the waistband of your underwear. He slides them down, leaving them next to you on the counter.

His hands slide back up your thighs, his thumbs gently stroking the sensitive skin behind your knees before spreading them gently, his gaze lingering on the glistening of your sex.

"Beautiful," he whispers, his voice a low rumble. He leans in, his breath hot against the skin, sending another shiver through you. His hands glide up your inner thighs, his touch light and teasing. He looks up, his eyes searching for permission. You nod, your breath hitching in anticipation.

He leans in, his mouth replacing his fingers, his lips softly brushing against the most intimate part of you. You inhale sharply, your fingers digging into his hair as you take in the first wave of pleasure as his tongue explores every fold, every crevice, as if reacquainting himself with a long-lost treasure.

His mouth leaves you momentarily, his voice a low murmur against your skin before diving back in, his tongue finding the sensitive spot that elicits a soft moan from you.

His mouth works its magic, your body arching in response. The tension within you builds like a storm, your breaths coming in quick gasps. He feels it too, his touch becoming more urgent, more insistent. He increases the pressure, his fingers digging into your hips, anchoring you to him.

Until he pulls away, his lips wet from your desire as you near your peak. Before you can argue, he rises, a frown forming, “I didn’t bring a condom.”

You let out a soft laugh, “It’s alright,” you assure him.

He raises an eyebrow, “Trust me—my Kitsune’s got it covered.”

With a low hum, he leans closer, his voice dropping. “Alright, then. Down you go.”

Your shoes met the floor, He’d spun you around so the edge of the counter dug into your flesh, arching against him, his arousal evident through the rough fabric of his pants and you ground against it shamelessly, desperate for the friction.

He hums low in his throat, the vibration sending tingles throughout your body. "Tell me what you want," he says against your skin.

“You.” you breathe, voice thick with need. Your entire body pulsating with need, and the possibility of someone walking in any moment further heightens your arousal.

He shifts behind you, hearing the rustle of fabric and the clink of his belt. Then his hand was on your hip, steadying you as he positioned himself.

He enters slowly, giving you time to adjust. Your fingers clenching from the delicious stretch as you bite back a moan.

Aizawa pauses, letting you adjust to the fullness, his breath coming hot against your ear as he struggles for control, "You okay?" his voice strains.

You hum in response, unable to form words as pleasure courses through you. Experimentally, you rock your hips back against him, drawing a sharp intake of breath from him.

Taking that as encouragement, slowly, he begins to move, pulling out almost completely before easing back in setting a slow, deep rhythm that leaves you gasping with each thrust.

"Fuck," he groans, picking up the pace, his hips snapping forward with more force.

You whimper in response, overwhelmed by sensation, along with the cool porcelain of the sink contrasted with the heat of your bodies.

His pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more urgent with the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the small storage room, mingling with your breathless moans and his low grunts.

You pushed back to meet each thrust, desperate for more friction. "Don’t stop," you gasp out.

He listens, snapping his hips with increased force, His hand fists your hair, gently pulling it back, as you meet your own eyes filled with hot tears and drool on the edge of your mouth.

A mirror.

"Look at you," Aizawa growls, voice rough with desire, his own face flushed and eyes filled with lust. "So eager for me. Is this what you've been wanting all this time?"

"Yes," you whimper, beyond shame now. "God, yes."

The coil of pleasure in your core wound tighter with each thrust, each brush of his fingers against your most sensitive spots, teetering on the edge, so close to release.

"Shouta," you moan, voice trembling. "I'm so close..."

He presses his chest flush against your back, his lips finding your ear, he commands, voice low and husky.

“Then come for me, kitten.”

That was all it took. With a cry muffled against your arm, you tumbled over the edge, waves of ecstasy crashing over you. Your inner walls clenching around him, drawing a groan from him.

He continues to move, prolonging your pleasure as he chases his own release. His thrusts became erratic, his breathing harsh against your neck. With a final, deep thrust, he stills, pulsing inside before easing out, leaving small drops of him hitting the floor.

“Come here.” he urges softly, letting yourself lean back to him as he hugs your waist from behind, closing your eyes to catch your breath, taking in his scent as you gently grip his arm as your response.

“I might’ve been a bit too rough… I’m sorry,” he apologizes, noticing the slight tremble in your legs.

You laugh softly. “Don’t be. That was… really hot,” you reply, as he plants gentle kisses along your flushed face and neck.

He chuckles, but with a hint of reluctance, “As much as I’d love to stay like this, I think we’d better go check on those two.”

You smile, a glimmer of hope flickering in your chest. Maybe, just maybe, second chances are possible.

A few days later, the Hero Killer Stain’s attack left several students in need of your care. Once school was back in session, Aizawa requested to pull you aside in private.

The thrill from that night at the club had faded, replaced by a visible tension in his posture and a regret that seemed to weigh on him.

“About what happened that day…” he started quietly, his voice lacking its usual steadiness.

“Let’s… pretend that never happened.” He finished, his tone almost painfully resolute.

A sharp pang tightens in your chest. The night had felt so effortless, so right, but now you couldn’t shake the thought that maybe you’d overstepped.

“We were both drinking. It just wasn’t—” he began, but you interrupted before he could finish breaking your heart piece by piece.

“…Okay,” you whisper, keeping your tone even as you swallow the sting of his words.

“Is that all?” you asked, looking away.

He nodded, his expression carefully guarded.

“Now if you excuse me, I have students to take care of.” You say before retreating back to the infirmary quickly, shutting the door in his face.

It’s what he deserves, he thought to himself.

And later that day, you shut yourself out to everyone, heartbroken of no longer speaking to Hizashi and Nemuri. It’s for the best for your heart.

And on that night, your Kitsune didn’t hesitate to heal the marks he left on you.

Today marks the midterm examination day for Class 1A, and you find yourself alongside Recovery Girl in the monitoring room, ready to provide medical assistance as needed. She’d informed you earlier that, going forward, all injured students would be in your care, though she’d remain close by if more assistance was needed.

Now, the two of you watch the screens as Principal Nezu explains the exam format to the students, revealing the teachers each will face.

She glances your way with a knowing smile. “So, my dear, how are things going? I’ve noticed you’ve been keeping some distance from a few members of the faculty. Is everything alright?”

A sigh escapes you as the weight of her question settles. Part of you is tempted to spill everything to her; after all, she has the experience, and you often feel like you’re stumbling through this part of your life.

“It’s… just one of those things,” you reply, choosing your words carefully. “Sometimes it’s best to keep work and personal life as far apart as possible.”

She chuckles knowingly, “Ah, I see. Sometimes, the line between work and personal life can get awfully blurry, especially in a place like this,” she says, her voice gentle. “But keeping everything bottled up can be its own burden.”

You manage a small smile, though the heaviness of it doesn’t escape her notice. “It’s just… sometimes I wonder if I’m in over my head,” you admit, voice thickening with emotion as you try to keep it together. “Coming here felt like a fresh start, but now… I don’t know. It feels like maybe it was the wrong choice. Like maybe I’m only causing more of an inconvenience to everyone.”

Recovery Girl reaches over, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Yan, you’re not causing problems,” she says softly, her gaze warm and steady. “You have a heart that’s always putting others first, but it’s okay to lean on people too, you know? We didn’t bring you here expecting perfection. None of us did.”

You look away, a tear slipping down despite your best efforts to hold it back. “But… I keep thinking maybe I pushed too far with certain people. Like maybe I overstepped without realizing, and now I’m… just here, shutting everyone out so I won’t make that mistake again.”

Recovery Girl smiles, her expression knowing. “I have a feeling that this isn’t just about your role here, is it?”

The question makes your heart ache, and you find yourself nodding, feeling more vulnerable than you’d like. “I thought… Maybe someone here and I could find common ground again, but I feel like I only made things worse. And now, I don’t even know how to fix it without feeling like I’m just adding to the burden.”

“Yan, if this person is worth having in your life, they won’t see you as a burden,” she replies, as you gently wiping away more tears that’ve begun to fall. “People have a way of keeping their walls up, but sometimes, people need to be reminded that letting others in isn’t a sign of weakness.” Her expression shifts into a knowing smirk. “And sometimes, the best way to get that across is by serving them a little taste of their own medicine.”

You chuckle softly, looking away as you wrestle with her words. The idea of taking that leap again, letting your guard down, feels daunting. “I just… don’t know if I should be the one to reach out. What if I’m just being selfish, trying to bring back something that’s best left behind?”

“Selfish? Oh, Yan,” she murmurs with a smile, “you’re anything but selfish. You’ve spent so much time making sure everyone else has what they need. Maybe it’s time to let someone know what you need.”

Her words sink in, and as you meet her warm, steady gaze, you can feel some of the weight begin to lift. With a small, grateful smile, you sniffle and swipe at a stray tear.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

Before you can respond, a knock on the door catches your attention. On one of the screens, Midoriya stands waiting with Uraraka beside him.

As the last rounds of the midterm exams wind down, the cheers from the students resonate throughout, filling the room with a nervous energy. You’ve spent the past few hours attending to injuries, giving small words of comfort to those struggling with their performance. But as the exams draw to a close, only two match-ups remain: Aizawa paired with Yaoyorozu and Todoroki, and All Might with Midoriya and Bakugo.

Predictably, Aizawa ends up as the only teacher with an injury, courtesy of Yaoyorozu’s quick thinking and Todoroki’s firepower.

Recovery Girl leans toward you, her voice carrying a hint of a smile. “Want me to handle this one?” she asks, watching your expression.

You shake your head, managing a smile. “No, I’ve got it. Thanks, though.”

With a chuckle, she pats your arm. “Men—can’t live with them, can’t live without them.”

As you make your way to the infirmary room, a mixture of dread and resentment wells up in you. Your steps echo faintly in the empty hall as you enter, spotting Aizawa seated on a low exam bed, his posture rigid, gaze averted. He rolls up his sleeve, revealing bruises darkening along his forearm, stretching across both arms from Yaoyorozu’s alloy combined with Todoroki’s flames.

He glances up briefly, catching your eyes, but quickly looks away. The air between you thickens, weighed down by all the unsaid things hovering like ghosts in the room. You clear your throat, letting a soft flow of healing ofudas slip from your hands, their glow softer than usual. They land on his bruises, spreading over his skin with an almost icy chill, leaving him to bite back a small wince.

“For someone who’s always reminding others to be alert, you sure don’t follow your own advice,” you say, your voice sharp with a tinge of pettiness that you can’t suppress.

He frowns, casting you a wary glance. “Don’t start.”

“Alright,” you reply dryly, not bothering to hide the edge in your tone. “Let’s pretend I didn’t say anything.”

He shifts, exhaling through his nose in that familiar, tired way. “Yan,” he begins, his voice heavy with warning and something else, though he’s trying to keep it in check. “If this is about—”

But you cut him off, your hand raised in a dismissive gesture. “I got the message loud and clear,” you say, your voice soft but firm, and there’s a finality to it that seems to land heavily between you. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but the words die, leaving only a tense silence.

In one sharp movement, a brief, biting gust of wind sweeps through the room, a flash of sakura petals drifting around him as you teleport out. You leave him there, his shoulders slumped, eyes narrowed as he clenches his jaw.

He runs a hand through his hair, rubbing the bridge of his nose, a sigh escaping him as he mutters under his breath, almost as if speaking to the empty room.

“Fuck…”

The final battle unfolds, and it was a hard watch as All Might didn’t hold back on Midoriya and Bakugo. But the moment you saw him coughing up blood, with smoke rising from his body, fear gripped you. One slip, and his true form will reveal itself to everyone watching.

Recovery Girl catches on it as well, quickly sending you and the three of them to the infirmary in the school grounds to check them over.

A quick peck from Recovery Girl was enough to heal Midoriya’s back, but she didn’t hesitate to scold All Might with a sharp jab of her cane, while your Kitsune curls up against Bakugo, helping him heal his wounds faster as he sleeps more soundly.

“I’ll leave him in your hands, Yan,” Recovery Girl said, dismissing All Might with a wave, her annoyance clear at how much strain he’d put on the boys.

Reluctantly, with a gentle but insistent nudge, he finally caves in, and once Kitsune enters your body, the two of you head to his office, where you could tend to his injuries in private.

As the door clicks shut behind you in Toshinori’s private office, he was overtaken by a bout of bloody coughs, smoke rising as he shrank back into his smaller form. Gently, you guided him to the leather couch, keeping a steady hand on his shoulder as you sat beside him.

He releases a relaxed sigh as you press a soothing ofuda against his shoulder, removing any traces of blood, your voice softening with concern, “You’re putting way too much strain on yourself, Toshinori.”

He laughs weakly, running his hands over his face as he mumbles, “Don’t worry about it, I’ll be fine as always.”

The familiar scent of old paper and tea lingers in the room, grounding you in a way that brings back memories of your days as his sidekick—days when things were simpler.

Before you could protest, he swiftly changes the topic. “So,” he begins, “How’s everything so far?”

His question catches you off guard, bringing you back to that night at the club. That heavy feeling returning, the realization that Aizawa only saw you as a momentary escape, not as someone he genuinely cared for.

And to add to it, Toshinori’s casual dismissal of his injury earns a frustrated scoff from you.

“You did not just ignore—”

“I know that look,” he interrupts, his tone softening. “Something’s on your mind. Tell me.”

You sigh, knowing there was no hiding anything from him. “Well… uh…”

You trail off, searching for words, and Toshinori’s gentle gaze seemed to encourage you to continue, making the weight of everything pressing in, and before you knew it, the words started to spill.

“It’s been… complicated,” you begin, attempting to keep it light but feeling the frustration bubbling beneath. “I thought maybe I’d reconnect with some people, find my footing. But instead…” You clench your jaw, struggling to keep the bitterness from your voice. “I think I made a huge mistake. I’ve just been… someone else’s convenience, really. And I thought… I thought it meant something more.”

Toshinori’s expression softens, his brows knitting together in quiet sympathy. “Sounds like whoever this person is, they didn’t see what a gift they were given,” he said, voice low and sincere. “I know what it’s like to think you’ve found common ground with someone… only to realize they weren’t really with you in the way you’d hoped.”

A hollow laugh of yours escapes as you stare down at your hands. “I should have known better, honestly. But when you’ve known someone a long time, you start to think…”

“That things will just fall into place,” Toshinori finishes, nodding. He lets a beat pass before he continues, “But you deserve more than to be treated as an afterthought.”

His hand reaches out, covering yours gently, a warmth lingers there, a genuine understanding, a reminder of the trust you’d once built together.

You meet his eyes, a hint of relief stirring inside you as you take in the steady support in his gaze.

A soft silence settles between you, and his hand remained steady on yours, grounding you in a way that felt oddly comforting. You hadn’t realized how much you missed this, having someone who understood, who listens without judgment.

Toshinori’s thumb moved in slow circles over your knuckles, his touch warm and steady. “You know,” he stars, his voice soft, almost wistful, “back when you were my sidekick, you always had a way of making everything feel a little lighter. Even when… it led us to the bedroom.” His eyes hold a glimmer of warmth, like savoring an old memory, a quiet spark of affection that hadn’t dimmed.

A playful smile tugs at your lips as you lean a bit closer. “Care to remind me how that used to go?”

He chuckles, his eyes tracing over your face as if committing it to memory. “If I remember right,” he murmurs, his fingers moving from your hand to rest against your cheek, “it started just like this.”

He closes the distance between you, his lips soft and familiar, and as they meet yours, it felt as though the years had melted away, warmth flooding between you.

And in that moment, everything else vanishes, your frustrations, your unspoken heartache. It was just the two of you, surrendering to a connection that had never truly faded.

When you finally parted for breath, he lets out a low chuckle at the flustered look on your face.

“Lay down, sweetheart.”

Obeying, you settle back against the couch, your head resting against its plush arm, a gentle anticipation building as he leans over you.

He begins showering your neck with sweet kisses and nibbling on your earlobe. He effortlessly removes your hero uniform, tossing it onto his desk nearby, leaving you exposed except for your already soaked undergarment.

Gently, he caresses the soft curves of your breasts in his rough hands, causing you to stifle a moan.

"Still so sensitive," he chuckles as he watches you pout playfully, tugging at his hero uniform, gesturing for him to remove it.

He pauses, glancing down at the fabric as if weighing his decision. "It's okay," you say, sensing his reluctance. "We don't have to."

"No, it's fine," he assures you, slipping off the baggy uniform and letting it fall to the floor. You stand up straighter, taking in the sight of his horrific injury with a pang of guilt flooding through.

"Oh, Toshi..." you whisper, gently tracing your fingertips over the wound.

"What have I done?" Tears form in your eyes until he reaches up to wipe them away, cupping your face with tenderness that tugs at your now fragile heart.

"I'd do it all over again, no matter what it cost me, just to protect you," he says softly. "This was never your fault."

You nod, taking a deep breath and attempting to compose yourself. This was not the time to let your emotions get the best of you.

“Go on, lay back down for me,”

Toshinori's deep voice urges you, breaking through the thick fog that settled over your mind. You eagerly comply, sinking back onto the soft mattress and closing your eyes as anticipation builds.

Toshinori's warm lips trail a trail of kisses from your chest down to your stomach, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. With practiced ease, he slips off your panties, revealing your bare body to the Number One Hero.

"Look at you, already so wet," he teases with a smirk, his gaze flickering between your flushed face and glistening core. And before you can even catch your breath, he plunges two fingers deep inside you, eliciting a moan of pleasure and surprise from you. The sound only fuels his desire as he continues to move his fingers expertly.

You arch your back, the sensation of him stretching you just right, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through your veins. “Toshi…” you breathe, feeling as if every nerve in your body is alive and electrified.

His fingers curl inside, seeking out that perfect spot as his tongue joins in, leaving you to cover your mouth to silence your gasps and moans.

His fingers never slow their pace, driving you closer and closer to that edge you craved with every brush of his lips against your other, igniting a fire within you.

“Toshi… I’m so close,” you whimper quietly this time, the tension knotting tighter in your stomach, an overwhelming wave building.

He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, catching his tongue licking around his lips to take in the sweet of you. “Not just yet, sweetheart.”

“Please?”

“There we go,” and now with renewed determination, his fingers move even faster, curling just right inside you as he continues to kiss your sex as your walls tighten around him, covering your mouth to silence your cries as your climax surges through you like a tidal wave.

He chuckles lowly, now leaning closer to you with lust darkening his eyes. For a brief moment, he resembled the All Might from six years ago - the man who had taken your virginity and shown you intense pleasure, going from tender caresses to leaving you trembling and crying out beneath him.

He retreats his fingers as you catch your breath, and sucks on them with a satisfied hum before pulling away completely.

“Just like honeydew,” he whispers.

And then suddenly, you feel his hard arousal pressing against your soaked sex. Despite his injury worsening over the years, surprisingly his body is still as strong and capable as ever.

You couldn’t help but admire how his body, still powerful and defined, contrasted with the vulnerability he had just shown. He positioned himself between your legs, his eyes locking onto yours, gauging your reaction as he presses forward, slowly easing himself inside you.

A soft grunt escaped your lips as you felt him fill you up, stretching you in ways that you were never able to adjust.

“Fuck,” you breathe, tilting your head back, surrendering to the sensation. The weight of him felt heavenly, grounding yet intoxicating.

“Just like old times,” he says, his voice thick with emotion as he buried himself deeper, relishing the warmth and tightness surrounding him, catching his brow furrow in concentration as he fought against the urge to lose himself completely.

You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him on as he begins to move in a steady rhythm. Each thrust sent ripples of pleasure coursing through both of you. The connection between you was electric, a vivid reminder of the bond you had once shared.

Toshinori’s lips brush against your ear as he whispers, “I’ve missed this… I’ve missed you.” His voice carrying such an intimacy for your heart to swell over, pushing aside any lingering doubts about your choices as you cradle his face for a kiss.

The rhythm of his hips quickens, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the air alongside your breathy gasps. Each powerful thrust stirring something deep inside you, igniting a fire that left you desperate for more. You could feel every inch of him as he claims you, reminding you just how perfectly you fit together.

He groans your name like a prayer, filled with yearning and desire that sends shivers down your spine. It was enough to feel cherished, despite everything that had happened.

As he picks up the pace, the pressure within you begins to build again, spiraling higher as the tension coils tightly in your core. The world outside fades away, leaving only the intoxicating dance of your bodies entwining with one another, each thrust echoing with unspoken longing and unresolved history.

"Fuck," you gasped, clawing at his back, urging him to lose himself in you, to push you both toward where pleasure and relief resided. Each powerful thrust drives you closer to madness, his body fitting against yours like two halves of a whole.

He hums, his breath hot against your neck as he kisses along your collarbone, every touch igniting sparks under your skin. With each movement, he seems to know exactly how to coax the moans from your lips, drawing forth sounds of bliss that made his own heart race.

“Please—don't stop,” you beg, eyes fluttering shut as that familiar heat built inside you. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as if that physicalconnection could bridge the distance between your hearts.

“Never,” he promises, his voice hoarse with emotion as he thrust faster, driving you both towards that tantalizing edge. The sensation of him filling you completely sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you, and as the tension coiled tighter and tighter, you felt yourself teetering on the brink.

With every thrust, Toshinori’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body responding to yours in a primal dance of need and longing. He captured your lips with his again, pouring every ounce of unspoken desire into the kiss, his hands gripping your waist like he was afraid you might slip away.

Pressure begins building in your core, a wave cresting higher and higher, “Toshi, I—I’m gonna—”

“Then come on me.”

Your voice trembles as you the pent-up tension spirals into bliss, your body shuddering in ecstasy as waves of pleasure crash over you, curling your toes and arching your back off the couch. You gasp, lost in the rapture of it all.

His body tense above you, pulsing with rhythm as he rides out the same wave, spilling his warmth inside.

He collapses against you, both of you breathless and spent. The comforting weight of him on top of you felt like a safe haven, and for the first time in what felt like ages, the worries and fears seemed to fade away.

Toshinori’s fingers traces gently along your jawline, his touch both familiar and tender. His hand lingers just under your chin, lifting your face so his gaze meets yours directly. His eyes, deep and warm, holds a hint of vulnerability rarely seen, as the slight tremor in his touch speaks itself more than words could say.

“I love you,” he whispers, his voice soft yet carrying a weight that aches your heart.

The words warms you, but a flicker of doubt clouds the moment, a shadow of someone else.

Aizawa’s face flashes through your mind, the memory unbidden and unwelcome. His dismissive words, his coldness, gnawing at you. You struggle against it, pushing the thought away, determined not to let it disrupt the quiet, tender moment you had with Toshinori. Aizawa had made his stance clear; he didn’t want you.

Returning your focus to Toshinori, you manage a soft smile, your hand moving to rest gently over his. “I love you too,” you allow yourself to take in the truth of your words. The weight in his gaze softens as he searches your eyes, and for a moment, nothing else mattered but the warmth you shared, the quiet understanding and years of history held between you.

Aizawa’s hand froze mid-air, his knuckles hovering inches from the door. The faint sounds filtering through the thin wood made his breath catch, the words on the other side sinking into him like stones. He had come here, a purpose burning in his chest, ready to speak, ready to close the distance between you.

But now… here he stood, motionless. The urge to knock slipped away as he took in the quiet murmur of voices and the fragile vulnerability he’d rarely heard in your tone. His hand dropped slowly to his side, a hollow ache settling in his chest as he listened, the realization dawning heavy and final. The seconds stretched, each one a silent reminder of what he’d never said, of moments that might now never be.

Unable to bring himself to interrupt, he lingered for just a moment longer, eyes dark and unreadable, before turning away quietly, slipping back into the shadows with a pain he wouldn’t let himself acknowledge.

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Learning To Love(Sugar Daddy!Toshinori Yagi/All Might x Sugar Baby!Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, love hotel, sugar daddy and sugar baby relationship, love confessions, water jet masturbation, oral sex(male receiving) word count: 3.3k!!!! pairings: Sugar Daddy!Toshinori Yagi/All Might x Sugar Baby!Fem!Reader summary: you've been seeing each other for a while now and while it's supposed to be casual, it becomes everything far from casual

a/n: special thanks to @mightytato. for helping to keep me motivated and inspired!!!!!!!

dividers: @adornedwithlight.

taglist: @thissaintjessi. @cherryblossombankai, @thestarsystemsworld

It wasn’t what he wanted. It was actually really far from what he was wanting. A love hotel wasn’t the place to bring someone special to, but damn…was he getting ahead of himself again? This is just another one of your quick dates. That’s all it is, nothing more. He has to keep reminding himself that this isn’t anything official.

You two started seeing each other about nine months ago. You met through some acquaintances that figured you’d be a good match. Toshinori was looking for someone to keep him company, and you were looking for someone to take care of you financially. And when you two finally were introduced, it was instantaneous how you two clicked.

Looking back on it, Toshinori realizes how quickly he fell for you. He knows this isn’t that kind of relationship, but he can’t help but fantasize about how good it would be to be yours for good. How proud he would be to be your lover and to be the one you call yours. He dreams about it more often than he’d like to admit.

“Toshi!” He hears your beautiful voice call out. “Hey!”

When he turns to look at you, his breath hitches in his throat. You’re wearing such a cute outfit today; then again, you always wear such a cute outfit when you’re with him. His heart flutters in his chest when you jump up and wrap your arms around him.

“Missed you so much, daddy.” You coo softly before you give him a kiss.

“Missed you too, sweetness. I’m glad you’re here.”

This is when he begins to blush. He almost forgot about his plans. A friend had mentioned this place to him and talked up about how fun it was to stay with someone intimate. The way they described the intimacy had been quite enticing to him.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, tenderly caressing his cheek.

He nearly coughs up blood when you ask this. “Well…uhm…”

His bangs fall down in front of his eyes and he’s trying to think of the right words to use. All he thinks to do is to pull the keycard out of his pocket and show it to you. You look at the cute design on the card and then you look at the big hotel across the street.

“I can’t imagine that’s for this hotel,” you say as you point at it.

Toshi shakes his head, “N-no…”

You look at the keycard once more and then a blush creeps up on your cheeks. Your stomach does a little flip when you start putting the pieces together. It wouldn’t be the first time Toshinori brings you to a hotel, but you two have never stayed in a love hotel.

“Someone recommended it to me,” he begins to explain. “They said it was a fun experience! This one has a maid cafe in it and there’s a hot tub with jets in the room and I think there’s even a pole for…”

You giggle softly, “what are we waiting for? Sounds like a fun night!”

You grab his hand and pull him along down the street. Toshi’s heart races at the excitement. Wouldn’t you prefer something more classy? Then again, you’ve always been happy with the bare minimum. He loves to spoil you, there’s no doubt about it. But you’ve always been so happy with anything he buys or gives you.

Come to think about it, you seem the happiest when he takes time to spend with you…

He’s pulled from his thoughts when you two stop in front of this neon-lit hotel. It looks so cute, but really you two know what’s waiting for you inside. He opens the door for you and then you both walk in. There’s nobody at the front desk, but there are a few touchscreens that showcase the rooms available.

“I’ve already booked our room for all night,” Toshi whispers in your ear.

His hand envelopes yours as he guides you towards the elevators. There’s a cute song playing as you two ride up to the top floor. You’re feeling giddy with delight as you get closer and closer. Then the elevator stops and you two step out into a dimly lit hallway.

The carpets are meticulously cleaned from the looks of it, despite the nature of the business. There’s fancy look art hung up on the walls. And then you stop in front of a mahogany door, and Toshi slides the keycard through the machine. He opens up the door and you get to take a look inside.

You’re wowed by the sheer size of the place. It’s a lot bigger than you were anticipating. It’s a plush carpet at your feet, in a sort of rose color. Then your eyes trail off to see the large, king-sized bed with the red satin sheets and heart-shaped throw pillows in the middle. Toshi nudges you gently and points at the pole on the raised platform part of the room.

“That’s the uh…”

You giggle, “Oh you want me to put on a show for you then?”

Once again, he’s hiding his face behind his bangs. How you could so easily rile him up and fluster him…

Then he takes your hand and guides you to the big bathroom. It’s dimly lit in here too, with a few ambient lights along the wall. The big hot tub sits in the corner of the room, looking ever so inviting. It’s so large and looks like it could fit way more than just two people.

“Looks like fun,” he comments as he comes behind you. Then his big hands begin to massage your shoulders. You begin to lean back against him.

“Mhm, I was just thinking that. I bet you could use a nice bath after the hard work week you’ve had.”

It was true, he had worked very hard this week. He missed you a lot more than usual, considering he hadn’t had the chance to visit you throughout the week. Toshinori had every intention of worshiping you and spending as much time as he could to pleasure you.

He leans in to press little kisses to your neck, relishing in the sweet floral scent of your perfume. You always smelled so delectable. Everything about you made his knees weak and his mouth water. Then you turn around and you pull him in for a very long kiss.

“I should be spoiling you,” you say with a soft bat of your long eyelashes. “You deserve it for being so good to me.”

He gasps when you get on your knees in front of him. Your hands are on his belt before he can protest. You’re so damn sweet to him, it makes him twitch in his pants. His eyes are full of lust as he watches you undress him from the waist down.

“I wanted to spoil you, baby girl.” He grunts as you pull his pants down. “It’s not fair…”

You giggle as you begin palming him through his boxers, “Don’t worry, daddy. You’ll get your chance later.”

He closes his eyes as you pull down his boxers. His cock bobs as it’s pulled from the cotton confines of his underwear. You notice how he’s already leaking lots of precum.

“Poor daddy, so pent up.” You say in such a saccharine tone. It makes his heart melt and his cock twitch.

Before he can say anything, you’re wrapping your plump lips around the tip of his cock. Toshi gasps at the wet heat enveloping him, and his hand comes down to tangle his fingers in your hair. He doesn’t push you, instead he’s more than content to have you set the pace. Slowly, you sink down further until you begin to choke.

“Easy, baby girl. Take your time,” he caresses your cheek, which makes your heart race.

You shouldn’t be having these feelings for him. You’ve been grateful not to see him all week because of one reason. You realized you were growing too comfortable with him. He plagues your thoughts whenever he’s not around. You’ve even begun to dream about him, which has never happened with any of your other sugar daddies.

Toshinori was becoming the real thing before you could put a stop to it.

The more you take him into your mouth, the more you grow aroused. When you look up at him and see just how turned on he is, you know you’re almost done for. You couldn’t keep holding all these feelings back. You eagerly take him all the way into your mouth, relaxing your throat and breathing out your nose.

“F-fuck sweetheart,” Toshinori groans. “H-how am I supposed to last like this?”

You pull off of him with a pop, stroking him gently before you get back to your feet. What really turns you on is when Toshinori kisses you deeply despite the fact that you just had his cock in your mouth. His tongue dances with yours as he begins to undress you.

Slowly, the two of you make it to the hot tub. He turns on the water before turning his attention back to you. He begins to kiss you once more, but then as he takes off more of your clothing, the lower his kisses go.

Toshinori moans softly against your skin when your fingernails rake against his scalp. He bends down to take off your bottom and your shoes. Then he slowly peels off your underwear. The look he gives you when he’s got you fully nude is nothing short of incredibly lewd.

“You are my angel,” he mumbles before leaning in to capture one of your nipples in his mouth. “Such a pretty angel for daddy.”

Your pussy clenches around nothing when he says these filthy words. Not that Toshinori never says anything dirty, but it always sounds so damn good when it comes from his lips. Then he reaches behind you to turn on the jets. The tub is nearly full and you’re really excited to see what you’ll get up to.

“Ready for a soak, honey?” He asks, kissing your lips once more.

You nod your head, “Yeah.”

He turns off the water, then helps you into the warm and relaxing water. The jets feel so good on your muscles. Toshinori lets out a happy and relaxed sigh when he feels the jets on his worn out body. He’s beginning to think about getting one of these installed in his home.

Then his mind begins to wander to thoughts of you being there with him. Bath nights with you would be so heavenly. He would have a hard time not asking you to accompany him in the bath every night if you lived with him…

“Lost in thought, handsome?” you ask as you come closer to begin rubbing his chest.

He’s pulled from his thoughts by the sound of your voice and your sweet touch. “Oh, yeah sorry about that.”

He then leans in close, cupping your cheeks. His forehead leans against yours in a way that makes your whole body heat up. You let your eyes close as his thumbs stroke your cheeks so sweetly.

“I should be here in the moment with you,” he whispers before he captures your lips in a passionate kiss.

You wrap your arms around him, kissing him back with equal passion. It takes little time for him to pull you onto his lap. You squeal softly, making him chuckle at your cute reaction. Then he’s back to kissing you, pushing his tongue into your mouth and tangling with yours.

His cock begins to press up against your ass, and you reach down between you both and you guide him to your hole. He looks at you curiously, wondering if you’re really going for it without the proper prep.

“No,” he whispers. “Allow me.”

Then he turns you around in his lap, pushing your back to his chest. In this position, one of the jets is beginning to hit your clit. You gasp at the sudden stimulation. Toshinori smirks before he spreads you open to get that perfect stream against your clit.

“Pretty girl,” he mumbles against your skin before nipping at your neck. “You almost foiled my plans. Don’t be a bad girl for daddy.”

You can barely respond. With the rushing stream of water against your clit, you feel like you’re going to cum so fast. Lucky for you, that’s exactly what Toshinori has in mind for you. You tremble and shake with every second it hits you right where you need it to.

“D-daddy, I’m…”

Before you have a chance to finish your sentence, Toshinori prods your little hole with his cock. You close your eyes and cry out as the growing pleasure becomes almost too much. He slowly helps you sink down on his cock and the moment the tip hits your sweet spot, you begin to cum.

His grip on you tightens and he’s having to control his breathing not to spill inside of you immediately. The way your little walls contract around him and the soft cries of your voice are enough to send him right to heaven. Toshinori bites down on your shoulder to keep himself calm.

“S’okay,” you moan. “S’okay if you cum quickly.”

He doesn’t want this to end so soon, but he’s happy that you’re not mad for the sudden need to blow his load. It’s been a long week and you just feel so good. He begins pumping up into your tight, wet heat. You take him so good, fitting so snugly around his big dick. Toshinori shudders when he feels his balls drawing up.

“C-can’t hold back,”

With a loud grunt, he’s painting your insides white. His hands are tight on your body to keep you pushed down on his cock, prolonging the pleasure for him. Then he slowly begins to pull you off, setting you down next to him in the warm water. Toshinori closes his eyes as he catches his breath.

Then comes your soft and sweet touch again. You brush some hair out of his face, then you kiss his cheek. You’re in your own daze, wondering how you could ever have a better orgasm than that. And the way he so easily guided you through it and wanted it for you, it made you wonder just how long you can keep pushing these feelings down.

“Wanna check out the bed?” You ask softly, nipping at his neck.

He wraps his arm around you, “Of course. Anything for you.”

With ease, he picks you up from the bath and helps you onto the mat. Lovingly, he dries you off with one of the fluffy towels. You are beginning to wonder what his true intentions were for this little hotel trip. Then he helps you into the silky robe the hotel provided for you.

What surprises him is when you do the same for him. You even begin to apply some lotion onto his skin. Toshi blushes and tries to look away, but you won’t let him. If you were going to fall head over heels for him, then he was going to do exactly that for you. You weren’t going down alone.

He leads you back into the bedroom and gently guides you onto the bed. You let out a giggle when he gets on the bed too and crawls over to you. His lips are so soft on your body as he begins to kiss your neck, then down your chest.

“You’re obsessed with my chest,” you tease him.

He smirks up at you, “Like you’re not obsessed with mine.”

This causes you to blush. It was true, whether he was in his buff form or like this, you often took your time to press kisses and kitten licks on his chest. You even spent time kissing his scar. That had taken him a long time to show it to you, and even longer to tell you the story attached to it. Your heart clenches when you think about how much trust that must have taken for him.

“You got me there,” you whisper sweetly. “I can’t help that I really love looking at you.”

There you go, saying that damn word. Even if you didn’t say ‘I love you’, just hearing you say the word love has Toshinori’s insides in knots. He doesn’t want to hear you say that damn word, but in reality, he’d die happy if you said you loved him. He can’t hold it back now.

When he looks at you again, your eyes lock. You can see a whirlwind of emotions in those troubled eyes. Then he pulls you on top of him as he lays on his back. His hands are calloused but they feel so good on your smooth skin.

“Ride me,” he says sheepishly.

A shudder runs through you as you eagerly get into position. You begin to stroke his hardening cock. Toshinori moans and gasps as you work him so well. Then you guide him to your still dripping hole. With his cum already lubing you up, it’s not so much of a stretch this time.

His arms come up to begin holding you so close. He pulls you into his chest as you rock your hips. Something about this is much more intimate than anything you’ve ever done. You can’t help but feel a flurry of butterflies in your tummy.

“Don’t want to let you go,” he chokes out. “My heart can’t take it.”

You gasp when you hear his soft words. It’s all too much. You’re crumbling as well as you continue to rock your hips. His touch is so soft on your body and the way he pulls you in for another kiss has you clenching around him.

“I promise myself I wouldn’t…I wouldn’t fall for you,” you admit. You want to look away, but he won’t let you.

“I promise myself the same thing,” he says.

There’s a look of pure pleasure on his face as you pick up your pace. He grips onto your hips, guiding you to ride him at the pace you want. He’s loving every single minute of this. Then his hands slide up your body to your breasts where he kneads them.

“You make me feel so good, you make me want to live.”

You swallow hard when he says this. “You bring happiness to my life,”

He’s having a hard time holding back once more. It’s just becoming too much. He lets one of his hands down to rub your clit, pushing you over the edge with a few more thrusts. As your walls clamp down around him, he’s grunting your name.

“I–I LOVE YOU!” He cries out as he cums hard.

Your heart skips a beat as you try to come to terms with what he’s just said. You think back on all the time you’ve spent together and it should have been even more obvious. Now, you know it’s the truth and you know you need to tell him how you feel.

As he gets his breathing under control, he’s regretting saying that right as he reached his peak. His cheeks are burning and he’s trying to get you off of him.

But then you kiss him so lovingly. Both of your hands come up to cup his cheeks. You stay on him, holding him so close to you. You know you have to confess on your part too.

“I love you too,” you whisper against his lips.

Toshinori flips you both over, with him on top of you. It’s a rush of kisses and soft words from his lips. You can’t stop smiling as you begin to run your fingers through his hair. He rubs his nose against yours before kissing you once more.

“Guess we’ll have to use the pole next time, huh?” he jokes softly as he lays down next to you.

You roll over to rest your head on his chest, “It’s too bad. I was going to put on such a good show for you.”

He squeezes you tight, kissing you so sweetly. Toshinori lulls you to sleep with soft words of love. He knows he’s never letting you go now that you’re his for real. And you have no intention of letting him go either.

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