Pokémon - Your Cynthia Part 1 (Cynthia x Reader)

Summary: The Champion of Sinnoh was widely regarded as smart, intuitive, and kind. A powerful trainer with no equal in the land. A woman of grace and refined ambition who sought to learn the history of Pokémon. That woman was your girlfriend—and as you would come to learn, there was more to Cynthia than polite smiles and Pokémon battling. You would come to learn she was secretly the Champion of Blowjobs.

Themes: Reader, Vanilla, Blowjob, Girlfriend, Teasing

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Cynthia, legendary Champion of the Sinnoh region, was your girlfriend. That was it. She loved you, you loved her. How you two met, dated, or got intimate didn't matter. All that you cared about was that she was yours.

You sat there, sugarless coffee on the table, waiting. You didn't want it but the café was giving drinks out for free in honour of the new Kalos region Champion: Diantha. You checked the time, then heard the voice of your lovely girlfriend. A pleasant and warm timbre that drew you in with a quiet confidence.

A kind, strong-willed voice drew you from your thoughts. A voice that stunned. A voice that whispered to you in bed.

"I didn't keep you waiting long, did I?"

Cynthia. She was here. She was lovely. She was the world.

Shivers went down your spine as her grey irises stared down at you. As always, she was stunning and well-dressed. Still, you got the feeling she was getting progressively more and more risqué. Wearing less clothing and showing more skin. Still, she had that classiness to her that oozed Cynthia. A black, white-flowered summer dress with a low-cut décolletage.

Her hair was styled in loose waves, framing her face like a cascade of silk. A pair of silver earrings dangled from her ears. A swipe of rosy lipstick added a touch of affection to her smile.

"Not at all," you replied, smiling up at her. "I just got here."

Not true, but that was okay. It was Cynthia, after all. You were lucky to even have her.

She took her seat across from you, smiling gently. Lumiose City – the city of love – was renowned for its cafes. Busy, clean, and expensive, directly in view of the Prism Tower, it was a royal experience. Even so, many attempted to eye the Champion. Some immediately recognized her. Others were mesmerized by her beauty. Regardless, all were in awe of Cynthia. You were as well, only you hid it much, much better than everyone else.

"You're glowing," you told her.

"Is that your way of flirting?" Cynthia asked. "Because it's certainly working."

A chuckle escaped you. "Nope, no flirting. I can tell something good happened and you're just dying to tell me. That's all."

At first, she stared at you, smiling yet neutral. Then, she laughed. "Am I really that easy to read?" Her laugh was pleasant. Soft and rhythmic, having a degree of dignity to it.

"Yes." A bluff, really. Cynthia was a woman of many secrets and great power. However, you did your best to get close to her and sometimes the results spoke for themselves.

"You got me." Cynthia leaned back, a twinkle in her eye as she delved into an excited explanation, "I found a cave system dating back to the Hisui era. From what I was able to extrapolate, the Lake Guardians and Kyogre actually met. In some sort of battle involving—"

She talked and talked and talked, and you loved every moment of it. Usually, Cynthia was a very reserved person. Not silent but certainly not boisterous. However, when it came to Pokémon and its ancient history, a light came over her. She made animated hand movements as she described the legendary battle, diving into possibilities and cross-referencing her other discoveries. She totally ignored her drink in favour of you.

"I'm hoping to go back. I know someone – I think I told you about her, Dr. Eve – she might be able to add an unbiased opinion." Cynthia paused to take a breath. "Actually, maybe you could come? I could use you."

Palm cupping your chin, you were honestly fine simply listening. "I'll think about it–"

But before you could even raise the possibility, a foot prodded your crotch.

"Hm?" Cynthia cocked her head. "Are you sure you want to think about it?"

You knew she was wearing sandals, so naturally she was barefoot. That was dangerous. Super dangerous. Cynthia wasn't just skilled in Pokémon battling or research. She was a jack of all trades. You gathered your courage and opened your mouth. "Yeah–"

A jolt went up your body as she skillfully unzipped and unbuttoned your pants. It was fast and impossible to stop. You pulled yourself closer to the table, hiding.

"Cynthia, what are you–" Her other foot played with your balls. That was when you realized she wouldn't let up. She wouldn't stop till you said yes.

"I–" Your cock stirred. "Don't mind going. At all. I'll…come."

Her smile spread across her face. The innuendo was exactly what she had been looking for. "Great." She spoke as if nothing was happening, as if right now you didn't have a raging hard-on from her phenomenal foot skills. As if she wasn't still massaging your crotch through your boxers.

You were halfway to climax, largely because you and Cynthia hadn't done the deed in months. Juggling her duties as Champion as well as her archeological projects was difficult. It didn't put a strain on your relationship, per say, but it did hurt your sex life. Before either of you realized it, months had passed without you touching one another.

You weren't abstaining or anything. It's not like you didn't want to jack off. Circumstances and bad timing prevented you from personal time and now you were left with a major case of blue balls. Four months in the waiting, ready to be unleashed.

Cynthia's gentle feet teased you. Going up and down your hard rod—

"Cum…" Cynthia licked her lips. "...on. You should order something else. I bet you're not satisfied with just…coffee."

You grunted. "H-huh?"

"Waitress?" Cynthia calmly raised a hand. Having been on standby for the Champion, a female waiter came by, plate against her.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"My boyfriend over here requires some…help." Cynthia did not let up. Her toe followed a particularly long vein on your length. A vein you didn't think she'd be able to tease so calmly.

"With an order?" the waitress asked, turning to you.

"Y-yes." You swallowed. "I, er…have trouble p-picking."

Shudder. A hidden gasp. The waitress nodded, not noticing you predicament, and asked, "You drink no sugar coffee, correct? How about maple syrup coffee—"

"Yes!" You spoke too soon, courtesy of Cynthia's incredible footjob. "That will be great. Absolutely great."

"Understood. I will be back." The waitress eyed him, a little confused. With every agonizing second she stayed, the longer you had to hold his breath. The longer you had to feel Cynthia's teasing him. "One maple syrup coffee coming up."

Finally, she was gone. Finally, you could sigh and let out that dribble of pre-cum. Pre-cum that her foot politely tapped away at.

"Look at you." Another seductive lick of the lips. "So thirsty."

"I…" You stared at her, from her eyes down to her cleavage. Fuck, she had done this purpose. This had been her plan all along, to play with you in the middle of the shop. Well, no more. You grabbed her foot from under the table and said, "I'm going to the restroom."

Cynthia wasn't surprised by your boldness in the least. "Hm~? Me too. What a funny coincidence."

You calmly zipped up your pants and waited. You waited for your erection to subside and stared into your girlfriend's eyes. Such arrogance, such confidence. Of course she was proud. She was Cynthia. There weren't many trainers capable of matching her, much less beating her.

While beating her level 88 Garchomp was a pipe dream, literally piping her down was not. "Let's go," you said, standing up and walking away to the direction of the bathroom. You could hear Cynthia giggled five steps behind you.

Nobody was in the men's bathroom since mostly women came to the café. You double-checked, of course, but it didn't matter. There wasn't a soul in the toilets or urinals.

Soft breasts pressed your back and nimble arms wrapped around your chest. Cynthia tucked herself onto your shoulder, smiling.

"I've never been to the men's bathroom," Cynthia admitted. "This will be a brand new experience for both of us."

You didn't respond and grabbed her hand and forced her to follow you into a toilet stall. There, you locked the door and unzipped your pants. Cynthia blinked and then grew a big smile. Instinctively, she dropped to her knees, giving you the lead yet not entirely submitting.

Cynthia let out a little squawk. In an instant, you were fully locked and loaded. Fully erect, throbbing, and eager for more. "Oh my!"

Big or small, it didn't matter. Your length hovered over Cynthia, already crouched down and gulping in anticipation.

"W-wow," came her unsteady voice. "Amazing as always."

A gulp. A smile.

You tilted your head, chuckling nervously. "Is it? Thank you, Cynthia."

"Yeah." Her lithe hands wrapped around you girth, then gave your tip a kiss. "No problem…darling."

Cynthia's reaction to your dick was always intense. Was it because it was big? Small? Or was it simply due to her overbearing love for you? You didn't know. The expression on her face – her gaping mouth and enlarged eyes – and her sweat. The heat emanated from her body as she looked upon your glorious member, which seemed to twitch and writhe at her gut-wrenching response. Honestly, the word intense didn't cut it. It was a moment of pure passion and instincts that preceded base logic and rationality.

She started stroking. She started servicing you. There was a reason you knew this would work, because she always acted this way with you. Loving, strong, and somehow submissive.

And for as long as you lived, you would never forget that moment. Because it was the moment that crystallised your relationship with Cynthia. Your bond with the woman that reigned over the Pokémon world. It was unbelievable. It was heart-stopping and wonderful. It was your reality.

"Mmph!" Cynthia lapped up the pre-cum. She didn't comment on the taste, she didn't have to. Her smile was evidence enough. "I'm going to take you in."

You were too slow and her mouth opened up to take your length in. As always, she was wonderful. Dutiful and slow, taking in a first half and never the full-amount. Cynthia didn't enjoy deep-throating and you respected that.

'And it's not like anyone else can say the Champion of Sinnoh gave them a sloppy blowjob.'

Maybe Cynthia was naturally clumsy because while she was slow and loving, she was also very sloppy. As her lips left your length, it seemed like she had slobbered on it like an animal.

Then she went back in, half-way through, and tried cleaning it up. Her tongue swirled around your glans, a back-firing attempt to clean.

You put a hand on her head, moaning softly. Cynthia perked up at the sounds and decided to focus on that. Screw cleaning, pleasuring you was more important, she thought.

So that was what she did. She locked her arms around your waist and went slightly deeper than usual. Never the full thing but two-thirds of it. Her tongue swirled faster. Faster, faster, faster, till she heard a moan.

"Mmmp!" You let out a moan loud enough for someone else to hear. Luckily, no one was here but your heart raced anyway. This was dangerous. Super dangerous.

Below, you saw Cynthia smiling. All according to her plan.

She went from tongue to bobbing up and down. Now that really got to you. Reaching the tighter confines of her mouth, you put a hand to your mouth and muffled your groans. "God, you're so good," you hissed. "That ice cream addiction sure came in handy."

Pop!

"It has, hasn't it?" Cynthia didn't take you in. Instead, she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue, just barely letting your throbbing tip touch her wet tongue. The sight was so hot that you throbbed hard and let out a wad of pre-cum. Cynthia giggled, her objective met.

What a smart, cunning woman. Always a step ahead, always dutiful and loving, and never demeaning. She teased you because she loved you and wanted to surprise you, and nothing more. Despite being the best trainer in the region, she was unexpectedly uncompetitive. At least that was how she acted with you.

Almost as though…it was you-first and Cynthia-second.

Your cock returned to being in her mouth. It felt like home. A wet, slippery home with a tongue that teased the ridge of your cockhead and sucked you off when you were close to completion. Your balls clenched tightly and you did everything in your power to hold off on an orgasm.

She must have known you were close, because her hands softly grabbed said balls and scratched the backend. Her nails were a delightful extra feeling as she sucked you off.

Cynthia was a soft vacuum. Not going crazy and trying to rip the flesh off your dick. She was provocative and gentle. Calculating in order to facilitate her tongue and your eventual orgasm. She wanted you to rise up and fall. She wanted you to squirm so that your inevitable climax would be the best it could be.

"C-Cynthia…!" You called for her name, almost growling. Your balls had clenched unbearingly tight this time. Her tongue fiddled with your cum hole and you put a second hand on her head.

For nearly three minutes, she hadn't left your cock. For three whole minutes, she was dedicated to serving you.

Then she suddenly came off and started licking. First the underside, going long and slow. Second, the glans, her head going in circles and her tongue flicking about. It was a new technique and your sensitivity worsened. You wanted to cum! You wanted to cum so fucking bad—

"Cynthia!"

"Not yet," she said. She kissed the tip again, as if to calm down the pulsating member. "Almost there...."

The kiss? The summer dress and the cleavage? The four ruined orgasms? Your balls were entering hyper production. Your member was trembling from the tiniest touch. Her tongue was like a snake that was slowly squeezing the life out of you, just waiting for you to burst.

"Not yet…"

You tried to relax and removed a hand from her head. You exhaled shakily, thrusting your waist slightly, your cock prodding through her cheek. Cynthia pulled out, kissed your cock again, causing another thick glob of pre-cum to drip out. Cynthia blinked as she failed to catch it on time.

Plop!

"Whoops!" Between your throbbing member and her lips was a web of saliva. The world was in slow motion as she licked it up, smiled from the taste, and looked up at you.

"Sorry." Cynthia grabbed your cock by the base and angled it for a juicy kiss. You shuddered. She swallowed. Two-thirds in, bobbing up and down, her hand holding the base, and then suddenly stopping to suck you off your life force.

Nobody could blame you for not stopping the immense rush of pleasure going up your cock. Nobody could blame you for busting the hardest nut of your life. Five minutes of a footjob. Ten minutes of a blowjob. Four months of no masturbation. Four months of no sex or sexual contact with your girlfriend.

"N-nnngh! Cynthia, I'm—"

"Insidthh!"

Her words were muffled and her eyes were determined. Her nails stroked the back of your nutsack as if encouraging them to unwind. Hearing her, feeling her mouth, you did.

Spurt, spurt, spurt!

So much cum. So much sperm. You let it all out and threw your head back. Cynthia was sucking you off. Cynthia was swallowing everything.

Your girlfriend was sending you to heaven. Your legs shook. Your hands tightened into balls of fists.

You cursed. You groaned. "C-Cynthia!" You bit your lip. "Y-you—fuck! God, you're so good! So amazing!"

You called for your girlfriend, a tinge of concern as your nuts tightened. Spurt, spurt, spurt! You felt like there was no end. All those months, all that built-up cum, all that denial…

"Mmph!"

Who expected anything else? Cynthia somehow didn't. She overestimated her abilities and went wide-eyed as she swallowed your load. There was so much, so fucking much sperm in your balls just clenching and spewing out, that you shut your eyes and entered nirvana. Your grip on her head relaxed and you let Cynthia do her work.

Gulp, gulp, gulp! Cynthia never lost her cool. Today, she might have. Today, she reached her limit in a way no Pokémon battle could.

"Aaah…" A sigh left you, long and full of the pent-up months of withdrawal. You nearly collapsed onto the toilet seat. It was a miracle you didn't with how much ecstasy you experienced. Was this what eating rare candies was like? Your brain felt drained yet your body was strangely rejuvenated.

Another long, deep-seated sigh. "Thank you, Cynthia. Thank you so much…."

No response. You peered down and saw her slowly pull out from your cock, salvia and cum connecting. You froze.

Fuck.

Her tongue stuck out, the inside of her mouth filled with your white cream. Her eyes were lidded, clouded by a lust that didn't seem to exist before.

You didn't soften. Not one bit.

Cynthia closed her mouth, swallowing the stickiness in her throat. "Fuck me…"

Throb, throb, throb. You most certainly would.