Iris x Reader, oneshot smut (needs a title)
by Writefuck
Disclaimer - Iris is heavily implied to be the same age as she is in canon.

After spending the morning fighting your way through Victory Road and the Elite Four, defeating Iris turned out to be pretty straightforward. A few well-timed ice-type attacks were able to neutralize the strongest of the dragon trainer's pokémon, and by the end of it, the energetic little girl seemed thoroughly impressed.

"Aghhhh..." she groaned from across the battlefield. "I did my best, but we lost..."

She was blushing a little, with a furrowed brow and a deep frown. She didn't seem angry, so much as she was disappointed with herself. You felt a strange desire to apologize to her, which made no sense as you were the one who'd just defeated her.

"I'm upset I couldn't win!" Iris said, her dress fluttering as she waved her hands energetically. "But you know what? More than that, I'm happy! By having a serious battle, you and your Pokémon, and me and my Pokémon, we all got to know one another better than before! Yep, we sure did!"

She was speaking very fast, reassuring herself and nodding sagely with closed eyes. Finally a smile broke across her face, and her eyes opened with a little twinkle as they caught the overhead lights above the battlefield.

"We need to put your name into the hall of fame!" she declared, suddenly all business. "Your name and your Pokémon's names will be recorded here so these important things will never be forgotten: That you are an excellent and kind trainer! That you are considerate toward your pokémon, and you give them your whole heart! And that your wonderful pokémon believe in their Trainer with all their hearts, and together you have a strength that knows no bounds!"

Iris led the way into the secret room hidden underneath the champion's chamber, saving the record of you and your team as evidence that you'd beaten the elite four and the champion. You almost expected there to be a crowd of news reporters and cameramen there to watch it happen, but the brief ceremony was more of a private affair – just you and Iris alone with a fancy-looking computer. Iris was mature and magnanimous in defeat, but something about the way she was looking at you left you with a sense that you weren't quite done yet. After everything was finished, she escorted you back out into the main lobby of the Pokémon League headquarters.

After handing your poké balls to the nurse to heal your triumphant team of pokémon, you found yourself flipping through the substantial prize money that now filled your wallet, fantasizing about what you were going to spend it on. Maybe a nice long cruise to somewhere tropical, or something flashy like a sports car with a custom paint job. But you were pulled back to reality when the nurse came back with your revitalized pokémon, and she handed you a postcard along with them.

"One of the League officials handed this to me," the nurse said. "He said it was for you."

You thanked her and took your poké balls and the card, examining both sides of the post card curiously. The front had an aerial view of the League Headquarters, and you were pretty sure that cards like it could be bought in the gift shop near the entrance. The back had a messy, handwritten note written in dark blue ink.

"You beat me in battle! But you and me are far from finished! Meet me tonight if you're a real man!"

Below the note was an address, somewhere in Opelucid City. All of the handwriting was awful and difficult to read, like it had been scrawled by a schoolkid who hated reading and writing. Even if the note hadn't been signed "Iris ♡" you might have been able to guess that it was from her. The address left you a little puzzled. You could reach Opelucid City fairly quickly if you flew there directly, but why would Iris want you to meet her there? And whose address was on the card? You opened a map app on your phone, looking up the address on street view to see what the place looked like. The address was for an unassuming little one-bedroom cottage in the corner of the city, with similar buildings around it. You looked over the image to see any signs of who the cottage might belong to. There was a little stone statue of an Axew sitting near the front door, but that could have meant anything. When you were in Opelucid City to battle Drayden, you had seen that at least half the buildings in the city had decorative dragons on them or near them.

After some thought, you decided to first call your mom and friends to let them know you'd won the championship. Mom practically ordered you to come straight home to celebrate, and you promised you'd get there as soon as you could. But home was pretty far away, and you decided it would be rude to ignore Iris's odd invitation for tonight. You weren't about to let the little girl call you a coward after you had already beaten her. The most direct path home would mean flying over or through Opelucid City anyway, so you really had no reason to avoid it. You'd stop there in the evening, if for no other reason than to see what Iris wanted with you.

Flying directly from the League to Opelucid didn't take too long, and you decided that landing directly on Iris's doorstep would be a little rude. Instead, you had your pokémon drop you off in the right neighborhood and walked the rest of the way. You saw that a lot of the houses had statues of dragon-type pokémon on their lawns, or molded into the buildings themselves. Apparently the people of Opelucid really liked decorative dragons. You spotted Dratini, Bagon, Gible, and even an adorable-looking miniature Druddigon. None of the other houses you saw had Axew on display, so maybe someone had already called dibs on that one.

You came upon the cottage with the Axew display, noting it looked much the same as it had on street view, with the exception of a little placard on the mailbox that read, "IRIS – POKÉMON LEAGUE CHAMPION." This little house must have belonged to her, which only partly explained why she wanted you to meet her there. You felt a little nervous as you strolled up to the door, feeling much the same as you had inside the champion's chamber as you approached the dragon trainer for the first time. You still didn't know what she wanted from you. Maybe a rematch to mend her pride? Or maybe she wanted you to show her a few tips?

Rather than allow yourself to stand there like an idiot thinking about what might happen, you steeled your nerves and knocked firmly on the door. You heard the sound of floorboards in rapid succession, as if an excited girl was running to the door to answer it. The door was flung inward, and you were greeted by the now-familiar face of the ex-champion of Unova, Iris, beaming at you happily.

"I wasn't sure if you'd make it!" Iris said. "It's a short flight from the League HQ to Opelucid, but it takes a couple days if you go on foot..."

She wasn't dressed in the frilly, royal-looking dress she'd worn when you battled her, instead wearing something much more humble. Her cream-colored top had long, baggy sleeves that ended with pink trim, and a pink sash was tied around her waist into a sort of skirt. Her pants went down to her calves and were made of a sheer white material that accentuated the modest curves of her legs. Her gigantic plume of hair puffed out behind her, with two enormous poofy pigtails that were held in place with yellow ornaments. While she had been dressed like a princess when you battled her for the title, now she looked more like a humble dragon-trainer who was ready to go on an adventure – or ready to throw down.

"...you're staring at me," Iris said, and you realized she was right. You thought she was cute when you saw her before, but now that you were seeing her up close without the looming thought of battle on your mind, you actually had a chance to admire the petite little bundle of cuteness before you. She seemed much more approachable now that she wasn't dressed like royalty, and you kind of wanted to hug her. You wonder how squishy her hair would be.

"Well anyway, come inside, Champion..." Iris said as she pulled the door aside. She gestured for you to step inside and closed the door behind you once you had. The floor creaked beneath you, giving away the cottage's relative age. Looking around at your surroundings, the décor made you think, "old person's house." An umbrella stand stood by the door with a layer of dust on it, a purely decorative vase stood on a polished wooden shelf, and a few paintings hung on the walls with faded landscape scenes in gaudy picture frames. There was no sign of anything as modern as a television or a game console anywhere.

"Come with me," Iris said, leading you further inside. "Since you're probably wondering, yes, this is my house... kind of. Drayden gave it to me, and it used to belong to his grandmother. I don't really live here, since I spend all my time at the Pokémon League these days, and I used to be on the road so much before that..."

You crossed a sitting room with a hideous brown shag carpet and a couch with the ugliest flower pattern you'd ever seen. Iris led you down one more hallway and through a doorway into what had to be Iris's bedroom. The bed was the first piece of furniture you saw that looked like it belonged to someone under the age of 70. The sheets were printed with a group of dragon-type pokémon standing in a dynamic pose, and it looked like the sort of picture you'd see on the outside of a kid's lunchbox. You also couldn't miss a sizeable plush Shelgon resting on the foot of the bed, looking like the sort of thing a little girl might snuggle with at night. A small desk by the single large window had a pokédex sitting on it, along with six ultra balls.

"So..." Iris said, turning to face you with a little pout. "You beat me today. Do you know how long it's been since I've actually lost a match?"

You weren't sure if that was a rhetorical question or not. Something about the way she was eyeing you was very distracting, almost a little unnerving. It was like seeing an aggressive pokémon through a pane of glass at a zoo. There was a weird sense of danger, like she might be about to pounce on you.

"You've earned my crown," Iris continued, "But I'm a sore loser. I need to get back at you, somehow. You just have to give me a chance..."

She stepped closer to you, practically pressing herself against you as she looked up into your eyes, her expression fierce. There was a fire in her eyes, and suddenly your adrenaline started pumping like your body was ready to fight, flee, or fuck.

"Do you think I'm cute?" Iris asked earnestly. It seemed like it had to be a trick question, but you couldn't help but nod to the affirmative. Her modest outfit revealed more of her girlish curves than that silly princess dress had, and as you stared down at her, you couldn't help but notice the outline of a stiff nipple budding through the thin fabric.

Without warning, Iris stood up on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips into yours. You suppressed a gasp, turning it into a slightly more dignified grunt of approval as you allowed yourself to kiss her back. You had no idea what led the ex-champion to want to make out with you, but you weren't about to stop her from doing it. She didn't seem to know quite what she was doing though, as her tongue ended up just sort of awkwardly licking your teeth.

"Sorry, I'm not very experienced with that," Iris said as she pulled away after a moment. But then she leaned in for a hug, draping her arms upon your shoulders and pressing her entire body into yours. She ground against your crotch, and there was no possible way she could mistake the erection that rose to greet her.

"Hmmm, what's this?" Iris said teasingly, her eyebrows low and her mouth pulled back into the smuggest smirk imaginable. "Are you getting hard for me? All I did was kiss you..."

Iris seemed to be taking this seriously, but you weren't sure how far she was willing to go, or if she was just here to toy with you tonight. To test her resolve, you gently pushed her backwards, forcing her to walk back a few steps until she was able to fall backwards onto the bed. She sat up and looked up at you approvingly, still looking smug as she crossed one leg over the other.

"Gee, what are we gonna do on the bed?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. You refused to play along with her naivete, instead crossing your arms like a disappointed tutor and waiting for Iris to behave more seriously.

"Okay, okay, no more jokes," Iris said. "We both know what you're here for. We both know what I'm here for... go ahead and take off your clothes."

You hesitated for just a moment, wondering if she was going to strip at the same time, but apparently she was content to watch, sitting comfortably on her bed. You kicked off your shoes, pulled your shirt over your head, and Iris began to blush deeply as you went to undo your shorts. Once your boxers were revealed (along with the throbbing prize underneath them) Iris's entire face was blushing, nearly the same shade of red as her eyes.

"That thing's huge!" Iris said, and she seemed to rub her legs together unconsciously. She couldn't even see your dick in all its detail yet, the organ in question still hidden underneath the fabric of your underwear. You paused for a moment, wondering if Iris was having second thoughts.

"I... I can take it," Iris reassured herself, looking confident again. "Just need to warm up first. Maybe you can... help with that." She uncrossed her legs, planting them wider than shoulder-width apart, shimmying a little to untie the pink sash around her waist. Once the garment was pulled free, the thin white leggings were revealed to be all she was wearing below the waist, her lack of panties made apparent by the fact that you could make out the shape of her vulva through the insubstantial white fabric.

You stepped forward, motioning for Iris to lie back, and the girl complied as you climbed on top of her. One hand went to her crotch, and the girl gasped as you dug two fingers into her leggings, searching for the most sensitive spot you could find. Within seconds the fabric was becoming soiled and sticky, and it didn't take much to make Iris squirm. Her face was turned towards the ceiling, her eyes screwed shut like she was trying to focus on what you were doing. You took advantage of her distracted state to grab a handful of her modest chest, remarking that you could feel her strong heartbeat underneath. Iris's eyes shot open with surprise as she turned her head down to you, but before she could say anything you shut her up with another deep kiss.

"Hhmmmmmnnn...." Iris groaned, a little overwhelmed by everything. Apart from everything else, your dick was pressing up against her thigh, and you ground into her a little just to keep yourself going. Within moments the precum had crossed the fabric boundary and left another stain on her white leggings.

Not content to just fondle her through a layer of fabric, you rearranged both hands to snake one up the hem of her shirt and the other down the waistband of her leggings. With more direct access, you quickly found the top of her mound and started rubbing little circles into her clit. The other hand pulled her shirt up most of the way, exposing the tan flesh of her chest so you could admire her budding pink nipples. Iris made an indignant moan, but she did nothing to try to slow you down as you planted a kiss on her cute chest, making a little sucking noise as you did it. With one hand attacking her girlhood and her chest being serviced by your mouth and other hand, Iris was quickly reduced to a squirming mess.

After a while, selfishness started to get the better of you, your dick leaking precum and begging for attention. Iris seemed to realize you wanted to proceed as you pulled your hand free of her legs with the fabric making a wet snap.

"Wait," Iris said. "I was almost ready to..."

You gestured for her to move up the bed so she'd be lying down on it fully. But Iris sat up instead, her disheveled top falling to cover her beautiful chest again, and forcing you to climb off of her. As you stood over her, Iris leaned forward and grabbed your hips with both hands, pulling your crotch closer to her head. One hand fumbled with your underwear, pulling them down so your cock could spring free. Iris pulled you in as close as she could, before darting her head forward like a snapping reptile, wrapping her lips around the head of your cock.

Iris leaned into you, urging you to push your hips forward as she slid her tongue down around your length. Her lips slid further down, her little mouth wrapped tightly around your manhood as she tried to swallow you completely. But she went too fast, and she gagged as you rammed into the back of her throat. She made a choking sound that sounded like it might have been a curse word, but she seemed more embarrassed than upset.

Refusing to allow herself to slow down, Iris pulled back and began to bob her head back and forth, sinking in deeper until she was practically swallowing you completely. The glorious warmth of her constricting throat seemed to invite you to cum almost immediately, but you forced yourself to think un-sexy thoughts to try to prolong the encounter. Unfortunately the sound of Iris choking herself on your meat made it very hard to picture anything but the cute girl sucking you off.

Deciding not to let her do all the work, you grabbed a bundle of Iris's hair in each hand, holding the puffy pigtails like handlebars, forcing Iris to deep-throat you completely. You felt her chin touch your ballsack, and you knew in that instant that if you didn't let go, you'd cum straight down her gullet and have to stop. As Iris squirmed and struggled to breathe, you let go at the last moment, watching with satisfaction as she pulled back with a wet cough and fell backwards onto the bed again, breathing heavily. You didn't dare touch your dick in that moment, knowing you'd end up exploding all over the gasping girl if you got another ounce of stimulation.

After a long minute to catch her breath, Iris looked up at you with an angry pout.

"I told you that thing was too big!" she said. "You were choking me!"

You respond with a sheepish shrug. She seemed okay to be swallowing your manhood, right until you forced her down. You guessed you did go too far. You wondered if she was mad enough to tell you to leave, but then her pout turned back into the indistinct, animalistic look from earlier.

"Just for that," she said, "You have to pull out when you finish."

It took several seconds to process what she'd meant by that, but it became clear when she sat up and moved to pull her shirt up over her head. It took a long time to extricate the poofy length of hair from the neck hole, and compared to that her leggings slid off of her slender legs rather quickly. Finally Iris laid back again, allowing her knees to fall to the side, the wet folds of her pussy practically aimed at you as if inviting you in. At some point while she was doing that, your underwear came off. You didn't even remember doing it.

"Hop on and fuck me," Iris said. "My pussy can't choke. Just don't cum inside, or I'll bite it off after. Got it?"

You nodded approvingly, climbing onto the bed and positioning yourself on top of her. Despite her bravado, Iris seemed nervous as you lined yourself up to spear her. You chose to distract her with another kiss, pressing your chest into hers and feeling her thundering heartbeat. The lustful gasp she made into your mouth as your cock spread her open was like some kind of musical instrument, playing the climactic note at the start of the final scene of an opera. As you began to sink into her, Iris's little body squeezed tightly around you, welcoming you in warmly as you slid inside with a little effort. It was pure bliss.

You pulled back and started thrusting, hammering into her with escalating force. Iris moaned approvingly, gasping and grunting in time with your thrusts, her legs kicking up into the air. Her arms wrapped around you, not exactly a hug, like she was clinging to you for fear of falling. Your hands grabbed her chest again, not sure what else they should do, and Iris seemed to enjoy the sensation of being pressed down into the mattress. You hadn't really appreciated how much smaller than you she was.

You felt a crescendo approaching almost immediately, Iris's glorious throat-fuck having already brought you so close to the end that it was hard to go on for much longer. You could feel her weeping pussy convulsing around you as you slammed your hips into hers, and you knew she had to be close as well. One of her hands went to her crotch, teasing her delicate nub for maximum stimulation as you hammered into her canal. Her gasps turned to cries of pleasure, and you swear for a moment it looked like her eyes had gone crossed before she squeezed them shut, little tears of joy appearing at the edges. Seeing Iris falling over the edge like that pushed you over as well.

You erupted, spewing hot sticky seed into her climaxing body, her pussy quickly flooded with the virile cum of a champion. Instinct overcame you as you ground your hips into hers, pushing her down into the bed. With he legs splayed to the side and her warm body arching up into yours, you were able to sink your rod all the way into the very back of her canal, pressing up into her most sensitive depths and spewing out a torrent of thick cream that pooled inside her. Semen clung to every fold and reached into every nook and cranny, and Iris's eyes shot open as she felt the sticky fluid surging inside of her.

"Nnn... wait, wait!" Iris yelled. "What are you doing?!"

You grunted, not really realizing what she was asking you as your spurting dick twitched a few more times. As aftershocks of pleasure shot through you, the last of your baby batter leaked out into Iris, her body accepting it eagerly despite the girl's protests. Iris squirmed beneath you, trying in vain to pull free, but the grinding sensation combined with the autonomous contractions of her walls only served to further overstimulate you. A final glob of sperm shot out, almost as an afterthought, and her body took it just as well as the last ones.

Finally you pulled yourself out of Iris's cunt, the girl staring down dumbstruck at the obscene little string of cum that lead from her stretched hole to the tip of your dick. She shuddered once, and a little trickle of pearly cum came oozing out of her slit. You'd really delivered a lot down there.

"I said not inside!" Iris protested as you rolled over to lay down beside her. She sounded like she was offended more than anything, like you'd broken some hallowed rule. You wondered if this was how she tried to scold opposing trainers who tried to cheat. For her sake you hoped not; it was more cute and endearing than it was actually intimidating.

"I can't believe this!" Iris cried, glaring up at you. "This is humiliating! Taking my title, and doing that, in the same day?!"

You tried to explain that it was Iris who invited you here, and that she had been the one to initiate things, and that sometimes accidents happen. You wondered if anyone had ever explained the virtues of safe sex to her.

Something soft and gray hit you in the face, and you realize Iris had thrown the plush Shelgon onto you. Then you felt the weight of Iris climbing on top of you, the sticky hole between her legs resting on your belly. She picked up the plush only to hit you with it again. It didn't hurt, but she seemed intent to use the soft toy as a weapon, pummeling your head with frustration. As she tried to hit you a third time, you caught the soft toy before it could hit your head.

"Rematch!" Iris proclaimed. "Tomorrow morning! And I don't mean in the bedroom!"