Pokémon one shots (M reader x Various)

Should we be doing this?! (Delia)🍋

Y/n x Delia

Note, this chapter involves a Lemon, so if you're too young to be reading this, please don't...

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Dinner at the Ketchum household was more than a tad confusing, arousing, and nervousness, especially since Y/n sat opposite Ash, his friend, who he ventured the Galar Region with, and his mother, Delia Ketchum, sat on his left, her left hand on his right thigh, repeatedly stroking it. It was only them three, the rest of the Pokémon were resting at Oak's lab, and Ash was happily eating away at his food, not a clue what was going on.

"Then that how I got Dragonite!" Happily recounted Ash, unaware of the blush on both Y/n's and Delia's face, as a small whimper escaped Y/n's lips, as Delia, who's hand had been on Y/n's lower thigh, slowly started going upwards. "Is it okay if I go to Professor Oak!?" Curiously questioned Ash, already getting up from his place at the table, giving his mother the best puppy dog face as he could.

'Should I stay?' Curiously thought Y/n, gulping slightly as he briefly met Delia's eyes, that were clouded in lust as she winked at him, and it was in that moment did Y/n man up slightly. 'Screw it, she's hot.' Lustfully thought Y/n, he would gladly admit that Ash's mom was hot, and since she was giving him the go ahead, Y/n didn't feel bad when he placed his right hand on Delia's left inner thigh. 

"Sure honey, Y/n can help me. I'm sure he wouldn't mind." Gently answered Delia, as Y/n was slowly drawing circles on her inner thigh, slowly getting closer to her clit, all the while Ash was unaware of what was happening.  

Against his better judgment, Y/n was slowly letting his right hand trail higher and higher up Delia's thigh, a sly smirk on his face as he saw the woman twitch slightly, as he was now at the point where there was only only place left to go. Playing red light in front of people, for lack of better terms was apparently very arousing, the thoughts of being caught by Ash only fueled Delia's desire to stay still.

"Yeah, go ahead Ash. I'll help your mom out." Happily answered Y/n, his eyes softening as he watched his friend dash out of the room, the next instant Y/n's eyes were drawn down, as he heard his zipped being pulled down. "I think we better clean up before eating dessert, don't you think." Huskily whispered Y/n, gasping slightly as he felt Delia's delicate fingers wrap around his penis, and gave it a squeeze.

"Is that what you want? I guess we can wait for a bit, I doubt Ash will be back at all tonight." Stiffly shivered Delia, Y/n's hand had pulled up her skirt a considerable amount, to her thighs in fact, and Y/n's right hand was touching her thighs.

Giving her thighs a squeeze, Y/n couldn't help but lick his lips at how plump they were, looking up Y/n's eyes landed on Delia's erect nipples, that were clearly poking through her pink shirt. Truth be told, Y/n didn't want to wait, he wanted to bend her over the table and try all kind of things with her, if she permitted it.

"No." Hoarsely whispered Y/n, gulping slightly as he stood up with his pants already unzipped, mustering up as much courage as he possibly could, before staring Delia in the eyes, who already had a small smile on my face. "We can start now, and we can start by giving me a.... blowjob." Uncertainly ordered Y/n, shivering slightly as he saw Delia's gaze on her him, she looked like a mother who was being pestered by their only child, annoyed but she would.

"Fine, just let me take off my top first." Calmly huffed Delia, slowly reaching down to each corner of her top, slowly crisscrossing her arms before pulling upwards, purposefully doing it slowly, as she started revealing her bare skin.

Y/n was actually a bit surprised at how in fit Delia was, her stomach was smooth, and the fact that she was only partly undressed was making Y/n pitch a tent in his pants. It felt like forever until Delia finally took off her pink top, showing off her black bra, which looked to be a size to tight, and Y/n was on autopilot as he stepped forward and poked the left one.