Menophilia

Author's Note: conquering awful high school memories one fic at a time

“Ortegaaaaaa~!”

The short boy huffed in annoyance as a loud and sugary sweet voice rang out across the former Ruchbach Squad compound. He was in the middle of a project. Couldn’t she come bother him some other time? How did the annoying bundle of energy always time her visits at the most inconvenient of times?

Suddenly, he felt arms wrap tightly around his shoulders and fluffy lilac hair tickle his cheeks as she nuzzled the top of his head. Every stroke her cheek gave him, the more and more mussed up his pastel locks were. He sighed.

“Catalina...” he murmured, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up his neck. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

“Nope! Are you busy?” she asked before craning her head down to smooch the top of his forehead.

“Yes.”

“Well, breaks are important! Come hang out with me!”

“Fine.”

Without letting go of him, Catalina clung to her boyfriend—not that Ortega would ever admit to it—as they waddled toward his sleeping quarters. It was a glorified shed with a pull out couch but it was a nice pull out, thank you. The girl babbled on about her latest adventures as he sat there, stewing in his annoyance, and listened. His eyebrows knitted together as she gushed about the newest lesson in linguistics from Salvatore. Envy wormed its way in his guts. Every word that passed Catalina’s kissable lips dripped with affection and adoration. Ortega’s nails dug into his palms.

“He’s just kinda dreamy, y’know?” she said before breaking down into a fit of giggles.

Fury flashed in the smaller boy’s eyes as he tackled his girl. Small but talented hands pinned her shoulders against the couch. Her fluffy curls surrounded her face like the clouds around the moon. Her wide amber eyes twinkled as his lavender ones stared down into her. Even with her deep, dark skin he could see her cheeks flush.

“Why did you come here to talk about other guys?!” he barked before craning down to kiss her lips. He pulled away to watch those stars in her eyes sparkle for him. He swallowed. “...You like me, right?”

“...Y-yeah! Of course I do, Ortega!” she cried out before throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him into a flurry of kisses. If she was wearing lipstick, his entire face would have been covered in all sorts of pastel kiss marks, knowing her tastes in aesthetics. Her dark hand ran through his pink hair, manicured nails scratching his scalp, as she stole his lips one last time. “I never felt this way about anyone else!”

Warmth fluttered in his chest as he pulled away to look down at her. His lips pushed out into a pout as he looked away. “Then... then why don’t you shut up about that stupid creep?”

Her head tilted from side to side as her face scrunched up in a cute way. “I dunno!” she said finally. Another fit of giggles escaped her much to his chagrin. “It’s just a dumb crush anyway. I wouldn’t stop loving you even if Salvatore-sensei divorced his wife and wanted to marry me! Even if there were tons of Salvatore-senseis! Even if they were all my age too—okay, no, he wouldn’t be nearly as cool if he was the same age as us!”

Ortega sighed.

Why did this have to be the girl he liked?

Desperate for her to shut up about their teacher, he leaned in and kissed her again. His pale hands cradled her face, pale skin contrasting beautifully against her deep brown-black skin, as he laid on top of her. His eyes fluttered shut as his thumb stroked her flushed cheeks. A soft moan escaped the girl as she wrapped her arms and legs nice and tight around his tiny body. He flushed. He wriggled on top of her. Warmth seeped in through their clothes. Eventually, his crotch ground against her belly, right above her crotch, due to their height difference. A shuddering breath escaped him as she rolled her hips against him and forced him to grind against her belly again. He huffed.

Eventually, he managed to untangle himself from her limbs and yank her onto his lap. His eyes shone dangerously as her plush body was flush against his. Their crotches lined up with each other. Desperately, Ortega gripped her ass as he rested his chin against her chest and stared up at her needily. Slowly but surely, his cock stiffened in his suit as she was forced to grind against him.

“You’re... really warm today,” he muttered.

“Because you’re so close to me.”

She craned her neck down to steal his lips as she ground her hips. She felt so heavy and hot on top of him. Ortega just didn’t know how to deal. The two teens desperately ground against each other as more and more of that broiling heat bubbled inside of them. It was as if they had been hit by a Fire Blast. They needed more, more and more. A delicious ache throbbed between their legs as the two rutted against each other. He blinked as a wet spot appeared in the seat and crotch of Catalina’s uniform. He couldn’t see it but he definitely felt it. The heir couldn’t help but grin into their kiss as he pushed her hard against him. That wet spot grew bigger and bigger with every bump and grind.

Her shaky, needy pants and moans dripped from her kiss swollen lips. Catalina shuddered as his bulge ground against her clothed heat. He angled himself just so he could run his length against her clit and forced out a high pitched squeal that bounced off the walls.

Strangely enough, the scent of iron hung heavily in the air as he felt that wet spot grow bigger and bigger on his crotch. It... It was weird. He pulled away from the kiss and looked at his girlfriend before gently pushing her back a bit.

Several deep red stains decorated the pale pink suit pants he wore. His eyebrows furrowed together as his gaze flickered towards her crotch where the spot was the largest. That heady scent, unlike that of her arousal, swam through his senses.

He looked up at her and noticed that her dark features had metaphorically paled. Her pupils shrank to pinpricks as she realized what happened. Then, it clicked for him too.

“Oh.”

“Oh my Arceus!!!” she squealed as she tried to climb off, but he kept her in place. “Ortega!!! I-I’m sorry! L-let me get cleaned up and I’ll clean you up and and and—”

Once more, he shut her up with a kiss. “It’s fine, Cat. I’ll... I’ll just get them dry cleaned...” he said before flopping her onto his back. “I... it’s a bit weird but I don’t wanna stop, you know?”

Catalina rubbed at her misty eyes. “For real?”

“Y-yeah. I mean it.”

She gave him a nod before stripping down to nothing. The scent of her period was even stronger and Ortega wasn’t sure if he liked it or not. Still, he followed suit. Things were sticky. Maybe a little too sticky. Still, it felt good in the end.

As he flopped on top of her after reaching his peak, Catalina huffed in delight. “I love you, Ortega.”

“...I love you too.”

“Enough to tell the rest of Team Star?”

“Let’s not get crazy...” he huffed. “Well...Maybe Eri.”

A squeal of sheer delight rang throughout the shed as she tangled her limbs around him once again.